And the princess put on her glass slippers and went to work.

I remember hearing the story of a woman who left her husband and family to start a new life at age 67. I remember wondering at the time what was going through her mind as she made such a life-changing decision. A few months before she left home, the woman had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and it is believed this must have ignited the flames of her decision.

Questions: was she in a loving relationship? Did she have a caring family? Was she already unhappy? Did she feel like a burden to the family? Did she just want a new life and no one was able or willing to go with her? Did it sound unreasonable to everyone?
From the above questions, there is only one question anyone other than the woman and her family can answer truthfully and with certainty. That is the last question; how reasonable does this decision sound to you? The answer will be subject to your perspective, preferences and priorities in life.

Will Smith in an interview said something I find very profound: “you can never succeed your way out of childhood trauma, you heal it by doing something for others.” (this is paraphrased and I could not share the link, but it is on Instagram).
In my own words, I translate the above to mean “you can not silence a disgruntled or hurtful inner voice through external results, you calm it by seeking answers, but more importantly pursuing peace.”

Answers to past misgivings or reasons for why they happened are important steps for bringing closure. They help you understand the people involved, to determine how you want to relate with them going forward. It is important to note that no answer, is an answer in itself. And when you get the answer or you’ve done all you can to get the answers, please pursue inner peace with even greater zeal.

Ideally, one should never say to a traumatized victim, let’s pretend that never happened. Or it was all his/her fault and none of yours. Or it was all your (the victims) fault. We could never say this to car crash victims, so why do we say it to emotional, physical or domestic abuse victims. Like an ambulance team at the scene what you need are the facts, the contributing factors and a way forward.

Nothing resurrects childhood trauma’s like having your own children. They remind you of everything that happened in vivid images. This becomes more problematic if you haven’t found healing or moved on from the situation. You want to take them away from anything that might trigger the past again, you begin to hyperventilate and imagine the worst when any shadows from the past seem to cast a gaze over them. In other to silence that inner voice, to find peace and hope for growth, some questions will need direct answers, some places might need to be forgotten. People say love is a powerful motivator, I say fear is an even stronger one.

Considering the above, I would like to ask your thoughts on Harry and Meghan’s decision for their future? How do you resolve your inner voice conflicts?

The papers would have us believe that Thomas Merkle (Meghan’s) dad believes she has just made useless every girl’s fantasy of marrying a prince and living happily ever after. And to him I send this reply and listen carefully Sir, for I shall only say this once:

“THAT SHIP HAS SAILED!” And logistically speaking the number of princes around cannot go round the entire female population in the world. Unless we are aiming to beat King Solomon’s records. Women now wine and dine their ‘princes’, taking the higher road and letting the men curb crawl as they please. knight-1598250_1280 (1)Women now wear the swords and shields of financial responsibility, the helmet of logic and organisational skills, and a firm boot of brass to kick the ‘prince’ totally off the curb, should he start to ask for more than he’s worth, not pull his assigned weight or complicate his duties in the ‘other room.’ For those who still want a prince in the old fashioned sense, have had a rude awakening to the reality that some princes no longer want to be princes in that capacity, and some just can’t be those type of princes due to several changes in society.

I perhaps in my naivety, believe that the mark of a true prince is to put the needs of his followers above his. In this light, you Sir Thomas if you have ever been a prince, through this statement and several others in the past, it is clear that you have fallen down the slopes of nobility.

What say ye, my people?
Is Harry a prince amongst his pears or not?
I raise my tankard of ale to Prince Harry, his bean and their wee bairn.
God save the queen
God save all mankind.

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Floaty dreams

Recruitment exercise for Happy-Ever daily star 2018

Company motto: assumption never produces bestsellers, at best they make tabloids.

Candidates requirements:

  • Long hair(extensions are acceptable)
  • Healthy weight and lifestyle
  • Single or divorced (without children)
  • Related to at least one crazy, bitter or cynical individual
  • Well spoken
  • Good carriage and public conduct.
  • Have very connected friends.


  • Must be productive/hard-working
  • Must be involved in charitable causes (with possibly a history of doing so from a young age)
  • Must be assertive (necessary for dealing with impromptu press appearances)
  • Must be adaptable to change
  • Humorous and good natured.

Due to recent events the company also advices that you acquire or get involved in one or two other special skills/activities not listed above. For example: global exploration, nature studies etc.

It is said that to do the same thing and hope to excel is folly, please be guided.

Our recruitment process is gruelling, do expect the unexpected and the possibility of a non-favourable outcome.

Assumption: the belief that you have all the details on any experience when viewing from a distance. It is to attempt to replicate the same experience without having full disclosure of the facts. 


Photographer: Yui Mok

Organisation: Press Association.


N.B: happy married life H and M xxx



Frozen puddles

Bland cream pastel walls, sterile, with no semblance of human interaction. It looked a lot like a room suited for an interrogation, a mafia led interrogation. A room designed to convey the subtle message of fatality either ways you answered.

“Right, what else do we have here other than the victim?”

“Excluding the mug and table, nothing else.”

“Any finger prints or DNA tissue obtained?”

“No finger prints. Aimee is working on the victim as we speak, but nothing’s turned up.”

“Any ideas on the mug content?”

“Other than remind me of luka’s diaper contents last night, we’re stumped on that as well.”

They both smiled.

“Whatever happened here, that mug seems to be the only evidence of a storm that occurred.”

“Premeditated or random?”

“Definitely premeditated.”

His phone rang.

“Inspector Morris here….. right…. any clue as to the cause of death?”.

“Turns out the victim is an amateur sculpture at some Michigan college …”

“Won’t be far-fetched to assume that’s mud?” pointing to the mug.

“No speculations Jake. What  brought him way out here?”

In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from the lovely artycaptures (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.

On top

“I told you one day we would rule the world didn’t I?”

“Yes you did.”

“This is all ours, we own everything.


” I remember you said it was impossible, but I told you we could do it.”

“Yes you did.”

“A couple of jelly sweets, candy bars  and the tree house is ours for a day. Get Ralph and everyone else.”

“The purple gang rules today.”

“Don’t get too comfortable up there smelly pants.” Screamed Margret. “It’s just for my day off, tomorrow I get to take over the world.”

Sorry just  couldn’t think of anything more diverse.

In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from the lovely Jessica Haines (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories. 

First assignment

Sweat dripped down furrowed brow, one could mistaken him for a sacrificial lamb at the altar. He felt every one of his bones age with each passing minute. To say he envisaged a different beginning to his divine call would be putting his present predicament lightly.

Renting the night air, the scream temporarily halted his thoughts.

Surely the almighty could have found another route for childbirth.

Still attached to its mother the babe was silenced with a single swing of the sword.

He fainted, his master scoffed, a second scream pierced the night. 

Twins had no place in this court.

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely Janet Webb, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.



This is simply brilliant.
Makes me think of bond and his lady’s.



First a sip of champagne, then a rare girlish tilt of the head and in an instant, her naked iris, roseate eyes ambushed mine. Detained them for the duration. Not too long, yet likely just long enough. Was it contemplation as to my purpose of being? Mental telepathy? Thought transference? I never could translate the language of those conspicuous, yet most agreeable eyes.

A little earlier, not long after we had sat at our corner table and the waiter had taken our drinks order, she had insisted the candle be snuffed. “My photophobia demands it” her courteous reasoning.  I obliged, killing the flame twixt wetted finger and thumb. She had me light her cigarette. I was keen to ask of her why she had chosen to wear a white silk cocktail gown upon her snowy frame, yet thought better of it. Felt it improper to delve.  Notwithstanding, it was charmingly…

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Out cold

“Morning darling,”

“Morning gorgeous, off to work already?”

“You bet I am, no rest for the wicked and what not.”

Her phone rumbled with his laughter.

“Did you get any snow over there?”

“Nope! Not a speck of snow or frost in sight. Mr sunshine is basking in warmth.”

“You lucky devil.”

“Well I brought hell with me baby and your missing it.”

She smiled.

“Can you open the door for me?”

“The door …”


His smile looped into a convex shape.

“You’re in room 546 right? Come on my feet hurt.”

Hell was getting an icy makeover.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Sorry I have been missing for a while now, my mind was overtaken by life.

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely Roger Bultot the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

Institutionalised victims

My sister snatched my doll from me in a not too friendly manner. I watched in growing anger and horror as she proceeded to pull her little chubby legs out of her sockets. Not one to be out done by her antics, I immediately reached for her drawings on the table rendering them master pieces of a vengeful heart. At this point we were both screaming in pitches that would make Celine Dion jealous; mum intervened but it didn’t end well for me as I had hoped. We each got a good measure of home-made discipline served olden days style – a good smacking. We also memorized a lesson for the day – retaliation isn’t the best response from a victim – or words to that effect.

I watched the inauguration of America’s new president with some reserve, as reports of disagreement between Trump supporters and protesters flooded in, my mood turned sour. It ‘s amazing how a difference in opinions can quickly escalates to a free for all fight wrestling match. The aftermath leaving everyone in pain including people who are indifferent to the situation or have no stake in the issue. Now I sit here wondering who the victim is, who really is the victim?

My friend had a rubbish week at work and from the looks of things the issues that rubbed her sore were likely to change any time soon. She was tired of being treated like an outsider, slowly losing patience with her colleagues ability to play corporate ‘hide and seek’ when difficult situations arose. Basically the prolonged hazing period was starting to grate on her nerves, turning work days into a feat of positive energy exercise – an empowering process in short solemn moments, but a mentally draining one when infused with physically challenging circumstances. Again I ask who is the victim, her, her colleagues or the client?

As they say in my native language – ‘okwu na ebute okwu’ (one story often leads to another) my friend and I moved from her infuriating work colleagues to the numerous ‘claim’ adverts on telly. You might know these ads; the ones that end with the famous last words – if you’ve been a victim of blah, blahblah – it got us wondering if these ads weren’t slowly indoctrinating the mindset of victims into us all. These ads like magnifying lens enlarge the other persons actions or inaction, taking our minds off our contribution to the situation. Like individuals institutionalised by physical structures most of the population have become institutionalised by the ‘campaigning victim squad’. And so once more I ask who is a victim?

a) the one who speaks first?

b) the one who shouts the most?

c) the one who has someone to back them up?

d) the one who suffers the most?

There are victims everywhere in the world; you’re a victim, I am a victim. Each one of us can become victims of circumstances man made and other wise, someone’s actions or inaction gives birth to new victims every second, our actions or inaction opens us up to being victimized. However, we must endeavour not to wake up each morning as victims, it’s a status that turns a view of the world skewed and it often gives rise to more victims. This taking mentality has a colossal effect on society as it makes people focus on how not to become a victim of another persons circumstances rather than maximizing life to the limit which often involves taking the odd risk, being willing to adapt to accommodate another person. Simply put we go about covering our backs rather than ensuring the outfit we have on is appropriate, this lets the dodgiest of characters escape under the dotted lines.



Welcome ….

Happy new year everyone!

I can’t say much about the new year as I only got my gift card from the heavenly express at 00.00am on the 31st of December. It’s apparently still very new with all it’s tags and labels in place. At the moment I am trying it on for size and I have roughly twenty-seven days to return it to store if it doesn’t fit, but something tells me it will. So fingers crossed, I hope I like what I see when I look in the mirror.

Mind you, I had this same experience when I got the card for 2016, except then I was terribly nervous and super excited. It wasn’t a bad fit at first, but soon it started to squeeze and cling in the wrong places. Turns out I was having a growth spurt and much like a child it wasn’t fun or without it’s emotional hassles. I had aches in places I didn’t know could hurt and pain in areas that used to be my comfort zone.  Thankfully God through different people and situations swept in like Calpol to soothe my year of growth. I didn’t stop growing, and the pain didn’t stop but the hazy blinding effect was cleared and I could visualize a grown up me in a better tomorrow. Looking back now I am thankful the thirty days return period had waned before the growth spurt started, thus I had to resign myself to getting back into shape.

This time around I have decided to be level headed and calm. To hopefully embrace every turn with a deep seated level of internal calm and positivity knowing that whatever it is and however long it lasts, be it a joyful or tearful event it shall never outlive these famous albeit cliché words:

…this too shall pass…

And on that note I extend a warm virtual hug, smile and handshake to everyone who reads a page, follows my blog,leaves a comment, or simply passes through; welcome to 2017, the year that isn’t quite an adult but isn’t so much a child any more. A year of immense possibility ….. a quest for a true identity. 




I read the mail each morning sitting by the bay windows. 

Mother often sat with me, she said the sunlight was at the perfect angle for reading. I sat here for the perfect view of a chiselled face firmly balanced on shoulders which would cast a shadow on Samson’s.

If only I could switch his body with that of prince Charming, now won’t life just be perfect. Hiding my wanton smile behind the mail, I turned my attention to the mailed responses to my summer soiree invite.

The first was from Ariel, was there really a point in opening this one?

There was no chance of Ariel making it to the soiree, poor girl, living on a tiny island oceans away from civilization. The voyage across was difficult, Ariel only crossed it once a year, she would just have reached home by the time the invite got to her. Good riddance if you asked me!

My smile crescendoed to a snarl as I read her response.

In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from the lovely Louise @ a storyteller’s abode (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.