The Godfather Speaks

  It was a cool evening and I had been hanging out, at a sleep over, with my closest friends. We had many unsettled scores as we continued to take rotations on the PS3 console. It was the game of the year FIFA 13. As we battled on with our meaningless rivalry, thoughts of spending the cold night with the interesting insatiable and inexhaustible warmth of a woman's thighs slowly crept into my mind courtesy of whispers of lust from friends and the availability of such a cold room with a 1.5 horse power split unit air conditioner system. So I picked up my phone and called me a honey, my very own numerous uno (number one), and asked her to come over so we could spend the cold night together. Its been 2 months since we last spent such moments together and my loins itched at the thoughts of such pleasures coming to fruition after so long. We were partly fasting from sex and partly enduring the lack of opportunity. You see we love to Love God but then we love to love each other

Do I really have a life? Nay! Chaos and turbulence it does seem. My visions do Storms dominate I grow weary, for indeed I am lost My future bleak and I unhappy. And though, myself, I find unfortunate Why make I yet another to suffer? God can help me achieve my dreams Peace of mind Him alone can grant me True to His words He would not fail me. Yet I fear my disobedience wear out His patience I cower within me to behold his anger He is all I've got, all I hope, all I wish for. Who can ever help me out of my distress, Or indeed give me a better future? By Seaun " Arewa " Gbadebo

 As the evening came and mummy waited endlessly in the ward for the doctor to perform the 'procedure', thousands of miles away I was so ladened with fear I found myself in the one place where many a man in their most desolate devastating and desperate times come to: on bended knees. I had cried heavily and asked God to protect your mother from death. It was our first time and it sure was going to be our last. I made so many solemn vows to Him if He would but grant my one wish that your mother should not die. Indeed, with our own hands we had dared to thread the path of death and given no heed to the essence of God's protection. As I prayed in all earnest, despair crept into the mind to shut it from reason. After all we were committing the abomination of the Philistines. Rather than offer our own child to YHWH (God) to bless and build, we had bowed down to the forces that threaten this world by offering our own child to Molech to eat and destroy. The thought of commit

 To one fool of a dreamer, reality truly doesn't give a damn about your feelings and that's deep. The cruel reality of knowing so much of your life had been wasted on sincerely loving someone. I'm sitting on my bed with my back against the wall. My pillow wedging my lower back to avert the pain from sitting with a bad posture. I look up at the ceiling to see if I could set my eyes away from the obvious, as though staring at the ceiling would stop me from seeing into my heart. Its some minutes past 11pm and I can't seem to find the grace to sleep or the strength to read my soft copy of "A Game of Thrones" on my tab. I find my hands clutching my chest to see if in doing so I can find a way to ease the pain I feel there. The heart is definitely located in the left thoracic region but how can it be that something so intangible can exert so much pain on the physiology of this organ. I take deep breaths to see if I can ease the stress my feelings impound on my l

  The story continues... In life we seek to hear from God, a sign as the Jews sought for in the days of the prophets, yet when we are presented by these signs we are too blinded by our own fears and doubts that we fail to see the handwriting on the wall. Such a beauty it was to have seen God touch down on earth to complicate our lives by giving us blessings disguised in the form of crosses that we can bear. Such a jolly it would have been to face the world   bearing each others crosses and atoning for our sins as well as the sins of many by diligently going through life with the burden of an "unexpected" pregnancy. Yes "unexpected" is the word and not unwanted because I know how much I wanted you. I know how much I always wondered if I would ever have you. I know how many dreams I had hoped would come true when you came and I would have lived up to expectations as a father and husband. I prayed for a day you would come but I never expected you to come so so