Gaping love

She asked,

Where are the scars on your heart,

the bruise on your soul.

Where are the welt marks on your back,

the weeping ulcers on your heels.

A prove of

how far you would walk 

how much you would endure 

how much you would weep

if you lost my love

He replied,

I would walk the deep to prove it to you

But I wonder, would your heart let you recognize it?

Would the image in your mind 

embrace the image before you?

Perhaps your soul craves a martyrs love 

before the love of a mere mortal.




Watered jokes

“Have I you about the man who turned bright red when I gave him a ticket?”

“Bright red? Nope you’ve never told me about that one.”

But off course he had. 

“Well you see, a  flood the night before had moved his car into the wrong parking zone. Being the proverbial clown I gave him a ticket and told him to invest in a flood proof car next time.”

“I guess the flood dislodged his sense of humour.”

“It sure did.”  Hearty laughter filled the air.

The scene and story never varied.

His humour was intact unlike his memory.


Please bear with me I am still having issues with my computer but will undoubtedly find a way to catch up with everyone’s story and blog over the weekend.

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by CEAyr 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.

Relational aggression a mask for bullying

Definition: relational aggression or abusive relationship is a type of aggression in which harm is caused by damaging someone’s relationships or social status. 

Children attempt to inflict harm on peers (i.e. aggressing) in ways that destroy or damage shared goals within their respective gender peer groups. According to research boys have been shown to harm others through physical and verbal aggression (e.g., hitting or pushing others, threatening to beat up others). These behaviors are consistent with the types of goals that past research has shown to be important to boys within the peer group context, specifically, themes of instrumentality and physical dominance (see Block, 1983, for a review). However, for girls the focus is on relational issues centered around social interaction e.g., establishing close, intimate connections with others. This might include actions such as angrily retaliating against a child by excluding her from one’s play group; purposefully withdrawing friendship or acceptance in order to hurt or control the child; spreading rumors about the child so that peers will reject her. 

We tend to excuse this behavior in adolescents as well as grown women with different gimmicks: girls will be girls, sharing common goals, click of friends. I don’t have much of an issue with these labels but they shouldn’t be an excuse for abandoning our humanity, basic courtesies or the salient law of treating others how we would like to be treated.

I found this article ‘girls-and-their-frenemies’ on the topic very informative, one to discuss with my daughter in the future. Do click on the link.


Alleyway mystery


August 11 2016.

At exactly 11:45 PM, three individuals left Mystic Maggie’s pub through the usual route. They neither staggered nor fell but a whiff of something strong drenched the air tracing their paths away from the pub.

Across the road in an alleyway was lay an empty barrel and a bin. It was the home of a well known beggar, who shared the space during the day with his friendly neighbor, Simone  the cat. 

“Help me” Someone screamed.

Help me echoed the alleyway. A cat shrieked and the pub door swung one.

Someone ended up in the bin.

Another had a broken wrist before the police arrived.

Someone ended up at home with a cat.

  • Can you place everyone in the story?
  • What was the smell?

Humor me, I know it might be pretty easy for some people, but it’s still fun. You might try reading it out to someone and asking them to place the individuals.

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The long road to forever

She was dying to remember, he was living to forget.

A boy placed in her arms all cute and button nosed, a mother holding him a little too tight to her bossom.

A wee baba totally dependent on her for everything, a mother critical of every choice.

There had never been a time when life meant so much to her, there had never been room to add anything more to his life.

She was dying to remember, he was living to forget.

Days when he depended on her, less by choice, more from fright.

A bond of trust forever fractured.

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Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by Adam Ickes, 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.

A game of tag.

Boris stared at the other side of the barb wire fence, the minutes of his lunch hour slowly ticking off. Try as he might, he could not recall the fence being there earlier in the day. Intensifying his glare, he searched for something, but wasn’t sure exactly what he was searching for.

His sandwich started to taste a bit off. Why was he eating lunch outside?

Mike took note of Boris growing uneasy attitude, so did Nigel. An unspoken message was passed, like paid mourners at a funeral they started to sing Boris’s praise, they wailed on cue, smiled at a flash and embraced in seclusion. Boris forgot the fence, forgot his worries and ignored the coffin.

He sang, he danced, he dreamed.

Suddenly lunch was over, everyone scurried back to business, except him.

An outdoor lunch had been fun at the time, but now his foot won’t move, he was stuck in a coffin piled high with dirty dishes. No water, no soap, no friends.

And the dogs wondered what sort of game these humans played.

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Apologies my story might not make a lot of sense.

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 Yinglan (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. 

Why African/Nigerian mothers should consider breastfeeding

As a teenager/young adult who grew up in Nigeria, I have to say the choice of how to feed a baby never really crossed my mind. Being the last of six kids I had little or no personal contact with babies except at social gatherings and church where they got passed around for hugs and cuddles, with seemingly no need to be feed. On the rare occasions where they cried for a feed, a bottle of infant formula or pap was handy to pacify baby. Breastfeeding wasn’t something I witnessed among the ‘elite’ in society; it was common to find a breastfeeding mum at the market, on the bus. I personally have no memories of a mother with a blue collar job breastfeeding publicly or privately. This is a trend we have to look into as a society; there are numerous reasons why breastfeeding should be reconsidered by the Nigerian mother.Breastfeeding Poster V2

One, the cost: financially breastfeeding isn’t an expensive endeavor, there are no additional bills incurred long-term for the breastfeeding mother. The use of substitutes however, requires a constant purchase of formula, constant electric supply, a sterilizer, bottles, washing up liquids, and other innumerable costs. In a developing country with terrible water supply, breastfeeding protects the immune system of the child, saving medical costs. As a nation somehow we have come to believe that anything ‘bought’ is better than anything ‘handmade’, the more we spend on something the more authentic its value is, this is an erroneous belief and has robbed us of much value. breastfeeding 2016DIY (do it yourself) is a very important attitude to have towards life, saves you cost and gives you a sense of fulfillment. Breastfeeding is the best form of DIY I can think of. Its benefits are numerous both for mother and child. The most important being the knowledge of knowing that (your) body carries on sustaining your child even outside the womb. Just as I would not castigate someone who decides to call a painter to paint his house, this point is not to castigate those who for diverse reasons cannot or chose not to breastfeed. It is simply to bring the financial benefits of breastfeeding to mind through a different perspective.

Two, the health risks: the chance of survival in the first months of life is six times greater in breastfed children than in non-breastfed children. Exclusive breastfeeding reduces the incidence of death in the first six months of life. Breastfeeding also reduces deaths from acute respiratory infection and diarrhea, two major child killers (Lancet 2008). According to Lancet (2013) optimum breastfeeding of an infant under two years of age is one of the greatest preventive interventions on child survival with the potential of preventing over 800,000 deaths (13 per cent of all deaths) in children under five in the developing world. The risk of not breastfeeding exists both in developed and developing countries; this is however increased in the latter by a higher burden of disease, low access to clean water and sanitary measures. The health benefits of breastfeeding are numerous; a very important one is its ability to protect the child from allergies. Lawrence (1994) The incidence of cow’s milk allergies is up to seven times greater in babies who are fed artificial baby milk instead of human milk. The prevention of allergies in children through this means is very important in Nigeria where we lack the appropriate facilities and technical know how for detecting allergies. A lot of allergies are passed off as heat rashes, an unpleasant temperament or basic diarrhea. Breastfeeding allows baby’s immune system to develop at its own pace while minimizing the amount of allergens they are exposed to in the first few months of life. (Zeretzke, 2008)

Three the psychological and maternal benefits: breastfeeding reduces the chances of breastnormalizing breastfeeding 2016 and ovarian cancer in women; it is also reduces the occurrence of osteoporosis and helps with weight loss. Research papers from notable organizations and personal stories from nursing mothers acknowledge the impact breastfeeding has on the relationship between child and mother. Breastfeeding encourages you to hold your baby close more often than not, this also occurs with formula feeding, however a breastfed baby tends to come to the breast for different reasons for varying duration which essentially brings them skin to skin albeit not completely for a longer time. This has been shown to bring them comfort and a feeling of safety and though tiresome for mothers at the time, from my personal experience it makes me more interested in giving her cuddles and hugs even though  she has weaned from the breast.

The benefits of breastfeeding aren’t limited to those mentioned above. These benefits especially with regards to baby’s health are enhanced by exclusive breastfeeding and the duration of breastfeeding. Exclusive breastfeeding for the first six months of life and complementary feeding along with breastfeeding for up to two years is the recommended practice by UNICEF. This guideline is based on research and designed to guide mothers on what the optimal practice should be. And while some might argue that babies have being mix-fed and turned out fine, my question is can they do better than fine? If there is that chance that their general well-being would be improved, isn’t it worth the try?

Give breastfeeding a go; give your child the healthiest nutritional start.


In the middle

Stuck in the middle, in a labyrinth of confusion.

“He opened the door but he pinched my butt, is that a warning sign?”

“I pay the bills, because he has no job. Does that make me a feminist?”

“I was born female then became a he, and now I want to have a baby, the doctor says it might have psychological implications, what do you think?”

I soak it all in, acting professional. 

Tangled limbs on the couch; sponge full.

There’s a puddle beneath my heart, I guess am already dripping.

Stuck in the middle, in a labyrinth of confusion.

Copyright -John Nixon
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Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by John Nixon, 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