Beautiful words are enjoyed by graceful people.

Hey guys, I’ve not written in a while because I’ve been working on something different. So I came up a story where I can use my puns as well. It’s about the experiences of a young masseuse living in Lagos. It’s about the good, the irking and the ridiculous things she met along a path. And what makes it exclusive is it’s more of nonfiction than fiction. It has a lot of real experiences in it.

Well I do hope you enjoy reading it. The chapters are going to be in three batches ” Chapter 1a” , “Chapter 1b” , ” Chapter 1c” e.t.c.  sit back and enjoy some playful words…

Love Sunflowerapril..

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Life is Eccentric.

​Growing up is sometimes filled with delusions and dreams, some of which are fulfilled and well for others, we realise that our minds have failed us.

It is so funny now to remember that we all thought we were welcoming victory all the days of our lives. Or perhaps there is nothing funny here at all, and it is only that victory itself happens to be the identical twin of defeat.

You know, always having a glass of wine with victory is sometimes bland. What’s the fun in routine? What happens to the quinessence of life – the concept of learning and getting better in every areas of our life?

Moreso, life will always strike a balance – some lose, some win. The truth is, defeat should be felt and victory should be mourned but defeat should not be regretted but learned from, though many at times we are livid at ourselves and situations that we blame for defeat.

But then these are times in our lives, that we understand that life is not always what we want it to be and that essentially, life is eccentric.

I leave you be…

 Words of seamless’may.

*CIRCUMVENT*

Grow OR stay stunted

​Why is there so many religion and very little love?

Why do we exist in an environment where there’s so much technological advancement and people still live in pain?

Why do we consume ourselves in the vague and shallow things and we forget the things that really matter?

So tell me why are we so consumed in ourselves that we don’t care about the next person?

Tell me why we spend so much in the love for money that we neglect our true selves.

Are we so entangled in the urge of being another, that we imitate the wrong things just to be accepted in the society?

 We sell our true selves for a penny just to be accepted by the people who care very little. Why?

  Money buys very little, it only gets you materials, it doesn’t get you love, affection,care then tell me why should you bury yourself for that. Money buys the temporary, money doesn’t define you. It is necessary, but do not sell yourself for money it brings so much sadness, pain, depression, regrets are the worst.

Learn to love, LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! 

YOU can love but you need to start with yourself, love yourself then you can love others! Love freely without expectations, sincere love is when you care freely without expecting anything in return from the one you care for.

 The Answer to our shallow society is love, love yourself today genuinely. Love isn’t being selfish it’s being selfless. When you understand the word selflessthen you can truely love freely.

 I know it’s hard! Oh God its hard! We live in an age where everything is staged. There’s so much bitterness in the world, so much hatred, so much pain, so much conflict. It’s sometimes consuming to be around all that. I get you.

But! But! It starts with you, it starts with how you treat the one next to you. It starts with how you respond to the next person. Smile at someone sometimes, you never know who you just saved doing that. Don’t forget to hug someone you see in pain.

  You can save a life doing the most little things. A change starts with you, starts with me, starts with us. It all depends on us all of us. If we decide to see the world in a positive direction or decide to remain a plant with a stunted growth.

  I leave you be….πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’ž

I honestly do not have any title for this. Just me talking.

​ I just finished a bottle of wine, I’m still sane. I’m just thinking, thought it was going to make me feel better. But only made things clearer. I have lost, I have fought, and I have survived. I have being confused, I have loved, I’ve been hurt a lot but I still didn’t stop believing. At some point I felt I have no match I’m just one individual different person. So what?

 I have scars, some you can see. Some you can’t. I let people in, I shut some people out. But there is something that we all struggle with sometimes, the fear of the unknown. What is tomorrow like? Can you keep pushing? Can you be a better person? In time all that answers itself. I lay on my sofa and I think, why do we dwell in our own sorrows. 

  Many people thinks it’s stupid to quit my massage job and be a caregiver, but I think its my own way of smiling after the sunsets. Agh! That beautiful view, you know at 4’O clock when your carpet is warm but cool. Damn I love the sunset!  

  I love every oppurnity to.help, because i have learnt that people leave whether you like it or not. So why not do it, and not live with regrets. Being a care giver is my own way of making a mark. My own way of feeling alive, useful. My own way of making a difference. What’s yours? It could be anything, it could be paying someone’s cab fare when they never expected it, or telling someone how beautiful they look today. Or what you admire about them. You could save a life without knowing. If you ever have a chance to help someone. Help! You don’t need to know them. You don’t need to get anything physical in return. You don’t need to over think about whether or not they really need help. You can’t say, you honestly can’t say, if you had the chance to help someone and because of your fear of being cheated or wanting something back, you don’t help you’ve wasted colours. Lots of it, and you’ve turned off you’re light and so some place is dark because of you.Because of your assumptions. If you can’t be happy at the moment it doesn’t mean any other person shouldn’t.

  Everyday before you close your eyes, ask yourself, what have I done today, this week, this month?  Have I changed a life positively, with my thoughts, words, actions. I’ve I made a positive difference. We’re not perfect so it fine to sometimes, to want to be extra extra careful. But the world is not just about you, I give to beggars when my heart wants to reach out to them. What if the person, was deceiving me. So what? How would you have been sure anyways. Here’s one simple truth, if you where in a position to help someone today. Perhaps mentally, physically, emotionally, psychologically or in whatever way and you don’t. You have wasted life, you have wasted hope, you wasted faith and you probably did change a live, only NOT positively.

 I’m writing this to reach out to anyone who might stumple upon this, life is sometimes hard. But it’s harder for some. So touch a life today, stop wasting colours. Hug someone today, tell them they’re beautiful, kiss them on the forehead, a smile can do a lot. If you have a crush on someone, tell he/she. If you like someone tell he/she, if you love someone tell them, there’s no shame in saying it. Don’t expect that they should know, words go a long way. 

 I will never apologize for who I am, I might not show that in person. We all have fears you know. And that bitch makes us weak. But I want to say just one thing. Never settle if you have the OPPURNITY NOT TO. 

 Be happy, be thoughtful, drop that pride sometimes, so you don’t loose someone you can never replace, you’re best friend, you’re genuine love. Your heart. 

  But then you might someday get a chance to love again, to feel alive again ,to live again. If you ever love, like or admire anyone never hesitate to tell them how you feel. Fuck that fear of rejection. Like I said fear is not your friend, neither is he your brother or your companion. Let him go sometimes or he makes you lose what you might never get again. Don’t just let life live through you, live through life itself.

                       I leave you be….

Words of seamless’may.

             ” CONATIVE”…

I honestly don’t have a title for this.

 I just finished a bottle of wine, I’m still sane. I’m just thinking, thought it was going to make me feel better. But only made things clearer. I have lost, I have fought, and I have survived. I have being confused, I have loved, I’ve been hurt a lot but I still didn’t stop believing. At some point I felt I have no match I’m just one individual different person. So what?

 I have scars, some you can see. Some you can’t. I let people in, I shut some people out. But there is something that we all struggle with sometimes, the fear of the unknown. What is tomorrow like? Can you keep pushing? Can you be a better person? In time all that answers itself. I lay on my sofa and I think, why do we dwell in our own sorrows. 

  Many people thinks it’s stupid to quit my massage job and be a caregiver, but I think its my own way of smiling after the sunsets. Agh! That beautiful view, you know at 4’O clock when your carpet is warm but cool. Damn I love the sunset!  

  I love every oppurnity to.help, becayse i have learnt that people live whether you like it or not. So why not do.it not, and not live with regrets. Being a care giver is my own way of making a mark. My own way of feeling alive, useful. My own way of making a difference. What’s yours? It could be anything, it could be paying someone’s cab fare when they never expected it, or telling someone how beautiful they look today. Or what you admire about them. You could save a live without knowing. If you ever have a chance to help someone. Help! You don’t need to know them. You don’t need to get anything physical in return. You don’t need to over think about whether or not they really need help. You can’t say, you honestly can’t say, if you had the chance to help someone and because of your fear of being cheated or wanting something back, you don’t help you’ve wasted colours. Lots of it, and you’ve turned off you’re light and so some place is dark because of you.Because of your assumptions. If you can’t be happy at the moment it doesn’t mean any other person shouldn’t.

  Everyday before you close your eyes, ask yourself, what have I done today, this week, this month?  Have I changed a life positively, with my thoughts, words, actions. I’ve I made a positive difference. We’re not perfect so it fine to sometimes, to want to be extra extra careful. But the world is not just about you, I give to beggars when my heart wants to reach out to them. What if the person, was deceiving me. So what? How would you have been sure anyways. Here’s one simple truth, if you where in a position to help someone today. Perhaps mentally, physically, emotionally, psychologically or in whatever way and you don’t. You have wasted life, you have wasted hope, you wasted faith and you probably did change a live, only NOT positively.

 I’m writing this to reach out to anyone who might stumple upon this, life is sometimes hard. But it’s harder for some. So touch a life today, stop wasting colours. Hug someone today, tell them they’re beautiful, kiss them on the forehead, a smile can do a lot. If you have a crush on someone, tell he/she. If you like someone tell he/she, if you love someone tell them, there’s no shame in saying it. Don’t expect that they should know, words go a long way. 

 I will never apologize for who I am, I might not show that in person. We all have fears you know. And that bitch makes us weak. But I want to say just one thing. Never settle if you have the OPPURNITY NOT TO. 

 Be happy, be thoughtful, drop that pride sometimes, so you don’t loose someone you can never replace, you’re best friend, you’re genuine love. Your heart. 

  But then you might someday get a chance to love again, to feel alive again ,to live again. If you ever love, like or admire anyone never hesitate to tell them how you feel. Fuck that fear of rejection. Like I said fear is not your friend, neither is he your brother or your companion. Let him go sometimes or he makes you lose what you might never get again. Don’t just let life live through you, live through life itself.

                       I leave you be….

Words of seamless’may.

             ” CONATIVE”…

Will The Rose Grow Thorn’s!!

   
   

Love love love! Those words are understood differently, by different individuals from different cultures and different traditions. But here’s the thing “love as they say it is no respecter of  nationality, skin colour, gender,sexual preference” He hits us all one way or the other. Anyone can find themselves in the twist and turn of love. As much as some of us are cynical about it, deep down in our subconscious we want to feel, we want to have a taste of it. We want to love or to be loved. That’s what I think, What do you think?

  

 

Six months is long gone and Celeste and Ayman seem so happy together, going on vacations. Loving who they are around each other. Having dinners with family, meeting more family members at dinner parties. She really didn’t think it would be so beautiful, the relationship so real. So mature and so airy. Celeste has always felt that relationships that are so serious are Choky “but this was different she would say”. Lara found them really cute together. Ayman was supposed to come pick Celeste up for a get together with friends by 8 it was 15 minutes past seven when she heard knock on the door. ” oh that must be Ayman! So early” she said as she struggled to lock her necklace round her neck. She walked to the door opened it and while looking down to fix her sandal buckle she said ” babe this is quite early you know, very unusual”. And then she looked up and was stunned at who was standing right in front of her. Michael! Michael! She said aloud. ” what are you doing here she asked”. Michael replied ” Hi Celeste! But would you at least let me in”

 Michael: Thanks for letting me in, and I know you’re angry or confused about how I completely disappeared. But it wasn’t really my intentions a lot happen when I was in Ireland. I was robbed and stranded, I basically lived on the streets that’s why I couldn’t contact you. And then I had to start working in a funeral home to make some money so I don’t loose my admission. But then there was a riot one time, and I was shot I was in the ER for months on life support. So I got better and I couldn’t just think of a life without you that’s why I had to come back to Nigeria immediately. I’m nothing without you Celeste. I feel like my whole life was a mess because you were not there with me.



Celeste:  You disappeared for two years Michael leaving me hanging. I was so lost I couldn’t get through to you any how. You numbers where not available and you never responded to my email’s. Michael I have a good thing going on right now, don’t  complicate things for me. I really don’t need this drama.

 

Michael fell to his knees, holding Celeste’s feet together. 

Michael: Babe I have never for once stopped thinking about you, I only did breathe properly when I saw your face. You’re still as pretty as you were, still as gentle and gracefully. I can’t imagine a life with someone else, Celeste. Look at me, just look at me I’m walking with a cast around my neck. I’m for real babe and I’ve come back for you.

Celeste:  I’m very sorry all that happened to you, and I really would like to help in any way I can. But to be with you again! Now! Isn’t possible Michael. I’m in a relationship, a really good one, and its fresh I don’t want it darted by this. So all we can be is friends Michael, nothing more. But I’ll help in anyway I can. 

Michael bursted into tears …

Michael: (sobbing) I understand Celeste, I perfectly do. But I don’t even have where to stay for now, you know I have no parents, nobody! Everyone I love is dead expect you. But I guess now I have to accept the fact that I’m all alone in this world. ( still sobbing).

 Celeste assist him up saying….

Celeste:  You’re not alone you still got me, but as “A friend and nothing more”. So stop crying,  I’ll hold your hands through this tough time,  and you can crash here for a while till you get yourself together.

 

Michael hugged Celeste, and pecked her on the cheeks thanks so much thanks babe.

Celeste: You’re welcome, but stop calling me babe. I don’t think Ayman will like that, that’s what we call each other. You can call me anything else.

Michael: Anything else! Anything else like what, ” babe ” that’s what we call each other. And by the way whose Ayman? Is that the supposed boyfriend ?

Celeste: Michael! Michael! Stop being so melodramatic. Okay! Just shut it, I’m still very overwhelmed by all this. Give me a break. 

 

Celeste walked to the refrigerator grabbed a bottle of orange juice and opened it. When she heard a knock on the door, Michael being closer to the door opened it. And said ” Hi how may I help you”. Ayman replied ” ooh hi, I’m Ayman. I’m here to pick up Celeste “. Michael gawked at him, with a smirk on his face. ” ooh so you’re Ayman , nice to meet you” he said shaking Ayman. “Come on in Celeste has been waiting for you”. 

Celeste: who’s that! Who’s at the door Michael!. Ooh hey babe. You took so long today. ( Celeste said to Ayman)

Ayman: huh! Michael huh!  The runaway guy. He finally came back. Exclusive! ( Ayman sad sarcastically).
 

Michael stared at Ayman smiling, and thinking of how much fun it would be to compete with Ayman. Michael has always loved competition, he always looks for every avenue to evince to the world that he’s just the perfect guy. Show off business is he’s passion and drive. He’s always prepared for a show off, and never misses he’s lines. Always keeping to the script. Which he of course wrote himself. 

Celeste: Yea, babe. This is Michael my ex, erm… A lot has happened. Can we just head over to my room, I want to speak to you for a second. ( Celeste said to Ayman).

 

Celeste excused herself saying…

Celeste: Hey Michael, I’ll be right back. Make yourself comfortable.

Michael: I sure will. 

 

Celeste walks Ayman into the room, and bolts the door. ” Hey babe, I’m so sorry for all this drama, I really didn’t know he was going to just try to walk back into my life. He showed up today, saying all sorts that happened to him. How he’s been robbed, and spent time in the ER” …

Ayman: (sighs) huuuhhh! Well what is going to happen now, are you thinking of going back to him since you were technically married to him?Where does that leave me Celeste!

Celeste: I don’t know Ayman I’m so confused…

Ayman: You don’t know? That’s all you’re going to say Celeste! I don’t know? Celeste we have an awesome thing going on, unnecessary drama ruins everything. Dont let it dart this.

 Celeste: Baby we’re going to be fine, I probably just need some time to think. I can’t push him away just like, we where married even if we were only together for 3months before we lost contact, but then we dated for 3years. Now he’s homeless injured and lost. I cant just abandon him. But I’ll try to figure this out. And I promise not to get you so darted.

Ayman: Celeste! What happens when I run out of bandages. What happens when I’m only bleeding and left with no bandages. Who would fix me Celeste! That’s my problem with drama, that’s what it does Celeste, it confuses and saps you off all you your energy. And probably leaves you with nothing but regrets. I’m in love with you Celeste and that’s why I’m even saying so much. Ordinarily I wouldn’t, unnecessary drama kills Celeste. It kills the mind. Celeste you know what being with you does in my life, everything you do makes me smile especially when you talk so passionately about politics or how myopic humans can be. I just love everything that makes you, YOU. And I really want you to stay, but if this drama continues I probably might just take the highroad because drama makes me loose myself. I don’t want to ever be that man.

Celeste: So you’re saying you’re going to leave me!

Ayman: Is that the only thing you picked out from what I said, really Celeste! 

Celeste: You’re not the only one who finds this difficult, confusing and dramatic. I didn’t say I was going to leave you. And you’re already thinking of walking away Ayman! Just like that! 

Ayman: Celeste you’re over thinking this, I’m the one who feels powerless here. You still married to this guy. And you’ve known him longer than you have known me. You technically still belong to him. So I’m so soo… I don’t even know how I feel right now.

Celeste:  I think I just need some space and time to think. He’s going to be staying here for a while, he has no where else to go. Which makes everything super complicated.

Ayman: Why would you agree to that? To him staying here Celeste. Does Lara know about this?

Celeste : Not yet, but I’ll tell her soon.

Ayman: Okay, I’ll give you all the time you need.we’ll talk later.

Celeste: Ayman! I love you. And If I was left to choose I would always choose you.

Ayman: Well, life huh!

 Ayman walks out of the door, he’s eyes were now so teary. He walked to the living room, Michael tried to say goodbye but Ayman ignored and drove off.

Celeste leaned on the door, gradually fell to the ground and broke down in tears. She cried for a few minutes, went to the bathroom washed her face and went to check on Michael.

Celeste: Hey Michael, sorry for taking so long. Here’s the keys to the spare room, there’s food in the kitchen whenever you feel hungry. Make yourself comfortable. I need to be alone for a while please do not disturb unless it’s life threaten.

Michael: Hey Celeste, are you Okay? I’m here if you need to talk.

Celeste: I’m fine thanks, if you really want to help. Give me some space.

Michael:. I sure will, I completely understand.

 Celeste left for the room jumped on her bed and fell face down on her favourite feather pillow. Sobbing. And she thought to herself, “do I choose a guy I had met in only six months, and feels like my soulmate over  someone that was supposed to be my husband for years.”

Celeste was left in a big choosing game, where she can’t have both. Will she be smart enough to pick right or will she be blinded by emotions and be myopic.

  FIND OUT ON THE NEXT CHAPTER OF “THE ADVENTURES OF A MASSEUSE LIVING IN LAGOS”.






Celeste! Celeste! !

 

All Celeste did was hope, hope that he could see beneath her scars. That he could see her heart bled. That he could see through the make up, mask she wears, through the smile she wears. Through everything. Would his eyes lit up enough to see through her and save her. Or perhaps he’s dwelling in his own pains also.

Celeste! Celeste! Lara called. You have refused to answer me, it’s 1pm and you’ve been sleeping all morning doing nothing.

Celeste: sorry had a bad hangover

Celeste unbolted the door for Lara to get in.

Lara: Hangover?

Celeste: yes! Hangover, had some tequila shots with Rita last night.

Lara: Really! Anyways some guy came looking for you this morning.

Celeste: oh, no. How did kalakuta find where I live? He most have checked the employment records. I am really beginning do dislike this guy, what the hell! Why would he come to my house to ask for money for a job I didn’t even do. He didn’t even care if I was doing okay or not. I’m so calling him to quit I’m done with this job! Hasn’t brought me any luck so far.

Lara: Relax Celeste, I don’t think it was kalakuta at the front porch this morning. Didn’t you say kalakuta was dark skinned?

Celeste: Yes, he’s dark skinned,average height and good looking but then he looks like a money lover.

Lara: Well this other guy is really good looking I couldn’t get my eyes off him and he brought your wal…

Celeste: ooh please! I’m sick of all these extremely good looking stalkers anyways. I told you to stop telling me about them. Tell them I don’t live here any more. The only thing they have to offer is their looks, they’re not very smart. It’s so disappointing to see someone look so handsome and have a numb brain, just so wrong. I don’t want to hear about these guys anymore they’ll only increase my depression.

Lara: Can just shut up! And listen to me and at least let me finish my conversation before you cut in! What is your problem girl?  But wait, did you say you’re depressed? When did this start?And I’m not aware of it?

Celeste: I’m so sorry if I sounded rude Lara, I’m just so sick of everything, I feel like I’ve lost my drive. I’m so scared of doing anything. I’m just so overwhelmed by everything happening lately, and the hangover is killing me.

Lara: Aww; my dearest Celeste come here( Lara hugs Celeste) you’ll be fine, your smart beautiful and intelligent. Life is only teaching you to be strong. Take things one step at a time they get clearer that way. I’ll make you some chicken soup to help with the hang over.

Lara forgot completely to let out the fact that it was Ayman Ahmed who was at the front porch with Celeste’s wallet. Will Celeste ever find out? 

Celeste! Celeste! Lara called. The soup is ready! Celeste hurried to the kitchen in only a towel because she just got out of a hot shower.

Celeste: ooh spicy! Just the way I like it. Thanks Lara you’re the best cousin ever.

Lara smiled and went to her room. It is now 7pm and Celeste decided to go for a walk. When Lara asked ” where are you going?” and Celeste replied that she was just talking a walk.

Lara: okay! I’ll bolt the door behind you. Celeste! Celeste! 

Celeste: yes Lara. 

Lara: It was a guy named Ayman Ahmed that came this morning and he brought your wallet.

Celeste: Did you just say Ayman Ahmed! Same Ayman Ahmed! The proud pilot guy!

Lara: He’s a pilot? I knew that guy was just so dreamy and charming. Sweet! He dropped he’s number, he asked for yours but I said I couldn’t give him without your permission.

Celeste: What! Come on Lara, you should have given him my number.

Lara: No way, you remember the last time I gave some guy you’re number, you went crazy and lectured me about ethics all day. That was why I called you to give him yourself.

Celeste: I don’t even know how I feel, I’m angry and glad. Urrgghh! I hate this feeling!

Lara: Haha ha, you’re having a crush or you like him already! Cool! He’s a pilot! Listen babe, if you don’t want him, I’m so interested I don’t mind the age. 

Lara said with a smirk on her face. Celeste stared at Lara and sighed, her imagination had ran wild of why he really came to see her. Different thoughts ran through her head. ‘ could he be that, he came to apologize and ask me out on a date’ no! ‘ maybe he just came to apologize and drop the wallet’ , ‘or perhaps he cane because he had a burning desire to see me again’. At this time Celeste was lost in thought and had a solemn smile on her face.

Lara: why are you smiling like that? What are you thinking about?

Celeste: Nothing! And I’m not smiling;  Celeste said in a hurry, and walked back to her room, then she went back to the living room to ask Lara for the number. She jump and her bed and cuddle her favourite feather pillow with thoughts of whether or not she should call Ayman. She debated on that in her head for 30 minutes, before then jerked out of her bed and picked up her cellphone and dailed his number.
Ayman Ahmed: Hello;   The calm subtle voice from the other end of the phone said.

Celeste: Hi, erm  ugghh, this is Celeste!

Ayman Ahmed: ooh hey Celeste, I don’t even know what to say. Or how to say it. That’s why I really wanted to apologize in person. I’ve been a total jerk to you. That’s so not me, I’m telling you. I guess I was just pissed because it took a lot of work for me to finally Allow myself meet some random girl my mum wanted me to meet.

Celeste: well, weird isn’t it. That I had to be that random girl. And I wonder is there  more to life itself.

Ayman Ahmed: what do you mean Celeste?

Celeste: I mean, so people would feed their minds with thought of the whole event being fated to happen, but honestly I think its just a weird coincidence. You know coincidence happens but the weird ones are so confusing. You know what forget I said anything. And apology accepted.

Ayman Ahmed: thanks Celeste. You know I can’t stop thinking of the fact that if I had met you under a better circumstance, I think we could have really hit it off. You’re smart and beautiful and cool. I’m so curious I want to know what make your brain tick. I’m hoping you’ll give me a chance to get to know you.

Celeste was blushing so hard, her face lit brighter that the morning sun. She instantly wished he could ask her out on a date. Perhaps he already did.

 Celeste: well, erm.. I really don’t know what to say, honestly. 

Ayman Ahmed: I just asked you out on a date girl , say yes! Please say yes!

Celeste: I would only accept a job, maybe it will end up as a date. I can’t say for sure. But that’s the only thing on the table. Are you going to take it.

Ayman Ahmed: you leave me with no other option Celeste, I’ll take it. I’m sure it will be a great time.

Celeste: Okay then pick me up by 6pm

Ayman Ahmed: Pick you up? I thought you said it wasn’t a date. Haha ha.

Celeste: No it isn’t! Fine send me the location I’ll be there by 6pm.

Ayman Ahmed: Definately, I’ll be looking forward to that. Sleep well, Celeste. And see you too.(” hahaha classic girl drama” Ayman thought to himself).

Celeste: okay you too.

 

After the call Celeste was swoon with joy,” I’m going on a date she cried out aloud, yay!, ooh I need to pick out what to wear, I need to do facials, I need to shave my legs ooh jeez I need to do a lot. Lara Lara! I need some help” Celeste cried out aloud.

     

It’s a rainy Tuesday, ooh how Celeste loves to watch the rain. The way it washes off all the heat, and the nice lovely calm breeze  that follows, she would say. Its 5pm and Celeste was already dressed, only getting some help from Lara for her heels buckle. It was 5:45

pm,

time to be on the move. She said her goodbyes to Lara. 

Lara: Bye sweetheart, have a nice date. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.

Celeste: oh come off it! I don’t really like the guy just a crush, and a crush can be crushed. He sort of has to accept me for who I am and be willing to support me with my dreams before I can go down that road. You know Lara it’s not that simple, I don’t think you can meet someone in a short while and all that can happen. So I’m okay, nothing will happen I don’t like him yet.

Lara: if you say so, but you know you truly can meet a guy and within a short while and you can really like him, if there’s so much genuine love, care and trust. It only takes one thing, being real. If you both are real and true to each other. Don’t be scared to be yourself, if he is real you could connect mentally, emotionally and even physically. Just be real, no need to hide. If he finds that wrong then he’s either a jerk or you’re not just compatible.

Celeste: wow! Never heard you talk like this. Thanks sweetheart.

Lara: you’re welcome and have fun. Love you.

 

She gets to the hotel reception at the desk she asked the receptionist, ” I’m here to see Ayman Ahmed , at room 60B. Can you help me with that “. And then receptionist told her it was the fourth floor. So Celeste took the elevator to the fourth floor. On getting there, her heart raced as she stood in front of a door with sign “Room 60B”. She knocked on the door, and there he was with that beautiful smile and that handsome face. Ayman on the other hand couldn’t believe his eye’s. So he stood there zoned out, still with that smile on his face. 

Celeste: Ayman! Ayman! Hello I’m still standing outside in front of your hotel room. Are you going to let me in, or you’re just going to stand there gawking at me?

Ayman Ahmed: oh my goodness, forgive my manners I’m just captivated by the way you look, I can’t even move. I can just stay here all night, this is a good view.

Celeste: haha, fine we better call it a night. 

Ayman Ahmed: ooh come on just teasing, come on in Celeste. You look so amazing. Those black, bold beautiful heels and that lovely red dress. And those eyes, damn! Have you come to make me loose control of myself? Haha, just kidding.

Celeste: funny guy, so we should start the massage.

Ayman Ahmed: Really? A massage in those heels. Come on Celeste! Let’s just call it a date.

Celeste: it’s a job first then we see how it goes.

 So he laid on the bed, and she started massaging him and then there was a knock at the door. The room service brought the wine. He offered her some wine and then she had a glass, and then he said to her ” oh, I thought you were going to say you are on some kind of diet” they both laughed. While she was massaging she saw some scars on his shoulder, and asked ” where did you get this” and he replied ” it a gunshot wound from when I was in the Turkish army” . Then Ayman said to her.

Ayman Ahmed:  Alright, wait just stop! Celeste my mum was right  I really needed a woman in my life , some that is smart, beautiful, intelligent and above all that we connect on so many level. Celeste we can jumb into different conversations and not be bored. The other day I came to drop your wallet, I don’t even know how I found myself on your front porch. I just felt so stupid for how I acted towards you and I had this burning desire to just see you again. And my mind was left with thoughts of who you really are. I really can’t explain what this feeling is, but I know that you’re someone I would love to be with. Someone that when I’m back from work I want to laugh with and end my day with. 

Celeste sighed, held his hand said to him “ooh Ayman” . And then gave him a peck on his left cheek. 

Celeste: I find you very attractive and can’t explain how I really feel either. But this all moving too fast.

 

And then she got up, picked up her bag and was on her way out. When Ayman hurriedly ran towards her, pulled her to himself and supported her waist with his hand saying ” Celeste please let me in”  and then tilted his head.

         The End.

Watch out for chapter 5, next week Tuesday. Will Celeste let him in, either ways let’s play with our imaginations.

Love Seamless’may.

Will the volcano stay dormant?…*

​

Do I get livid at the era, I was born into.

Or perhaps get swoon with joy.

They say as people get older, they learn how to adapt to life.

Do we adapt to the wrong things or man over them.

* sigh *, do we follow trends rather than create our own inventions.

It baffles me why an eleven years old should trend on Instagram or Facebook, for the most appalling things. I wite them not, when the one’s who call themselves parents poses as just a figure head. The name is a title for them, they never act it. Perhaps just a few do.

When we ourselves that claim to be adults, spend time showing off our lies to the world. And because the viewers are not entirely different, they believe and go to extreme measures to be that way. 

All for what “NOTHING”, “NOTHING” , “NOTHING”.

IF you think spending quality time imitating other peoples shallow lifestyle is being trendy, than I would rather remain staid.

Remain Staid and be free, Remain staid and be myself,Remain staid and live my life however I want to, and take responsibilities as an adult should.

So let’s ask ourselves one simple question today! Will the ” volcano remain dormant or perhaps erupt.”

Either ways are we prepared for the outcome. Let us not let our life, hopes and dreams erupt right in front of our faces, leaving us hopeless, dreamless and with sleepless nights. Because if we do not ignore what another thinks you should be like, what the society thinks about the way we should exist. We would only loose ourselves. Don’t waste colours today, there is nothing wrong with being different from the norm. Embrace who you are, and live your life as long as you don’t hurt others,life will accept you and with time the society will. But what would hurt more is having to wear a mask everyday and hiding beneath the shadows, it kills gradually.

 Yes I tell it does kill, your personality, your uniqueness, your joy , your mind, your whole being, your very existence, everything that makes you “you”, everything that makes you who you are.

So please throwaway that mask and let life breathe upon you, allow yourself live a little, give yourself a chance to mark a mark and change lives. 

I leave you be…

Words of seamless’may...
Word of the day ” Labialism”

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Drama beats Celeste!

​ Sunsets are beautiful, that subtle glow they give, the soft warmness felt on the skin. It’s so amazing. Absolutely beautiful! Celeste always said. Ooh how I would love to be wedded by sunset, It’s an amazing feeling!

  It’s a beautiful Monday evening, the most busy time of the week. Because a lot of clients do call for massages. And since Celeste is the only one who can give aromatherapy, she gets more jobs on monday. Mondays are great days for Celeste, more jobs, more usefulness, more money. She just loved the act of being useful, and having a well spent day, by making a difference in someone’s life even if its by relieving them of pain. Celeste left for her first job by 4:45pm, kalakuta already sent the details through an SMS, the address lead her to a tall high black gate with brick fenced compound. She knocked on the gate ” who be that” a faint masculine voice asked in pidgin. Then there was an answer at the gate a very light skinned short, skinny man opened the gate and answered ” yes! Wetin you want”, Celeste replied “I’m here to massage Mr Ayman Ahmad”. He stared at her face for a few seconds, and then he gawked at her repeatedly and said ‘ha madam na you! They don they wait for you’ in pidgin English. He let her in by moving aside, and then walked her to the living room. On getting in she met a beautiful plus sized woman with a bindi on her forehead. And then she hugged Celeste and said to her ‘ sweetheart we’ve been waiting for you! Hurry we’re late?

  Celeste wondered why she said( ‘ we’re late’ who are the ‘we’, it’s only me and I’m right on time so, what’s with this woman! Well weird clients’ she said to herself.) She followed her up the stairs everywhere looked magnificent all white and gold. It looked holy, it looked spotless, she couldn’t even touch the railings, the fear of getting it soiled. Pardon me ” I’m Aliyah, and you are” the woman with the bindi said, ‘Celeste! Celeste replied, nice to meet you ma’am!. So her steps where very gentle on the stairways rather then when she ran up and than the stairs at home. They got to a room and it was painted pink and the interior design had a touch on purple on everything, the pillows the chairs the curtains all had a touch of purple. As they got into the room a woman tall black model looking ushered her in ” you are late” she said, ” and pretty”. And then she said ” come sit, we need to do your Makeup! They’re waiting” Celeste bewildered and said . “Oh come on Celeste there’s no time” just don’t say a word it’s normal to be confused ” said Aliyah. And then the model looking lady did her make up so fast and in 15minutes, Celeste felt like a different person entirely. Dressed up in Sari and makeup with red lipstick. Celeste tried to speak again but she was shut up again. 

 Soon she found herself in another room with two men, the younger looked biracial, average height good looking and looked subtle, and the older man looked a lot like the younger one but skin was whiter and more pale. A help came in with a bottle of wine and a bottle of champagne with a couple of glasses. Celeste being fed up of the whole drama busted out saying, “what is all this, I’m only here to massage, not here for a movie audition”. They all gawked at her a few second and laughed, and the pale looking man said ” wow! You’re lucky son, she just met you and already she’s planning on giving you massages. Celeste was now so confused, “what’s happening, what’s going on! Celeste said,Aliyah replied ” ooouuu! Sassy, I love her already son. She’ll be a perfect wife”. Wife! Did you just say wife!. Celeste yelled in shock. Ooh, dear Ahmad help Celeste with some wine! Aliyah said.
 yelled in shock. Ooh, dear Ahmad help Celeste with some wine! Aliyah said.Ahmad filled the glass with wine, Aliyah handed it over to Celeste. Celeste stared at the glass, took her bag on was about walking out of the room when two muscular huge man, guarded the doorway. Aliyah said ‘dear Celeste I know how you feel I almost ran away too when I met Ayman’s father Ahmad, it’s only natural for the tension to get to you. So I prepared some bodyguard just in case. I see that we are exactly the same ” sweet!”

 Celeste walked back in took the glass of wine and gulped it all, and then nicely reached for the bottle and took a huge gulp of it. ‘Oh my goodness Aliyah, she’s just like you! That’s exactly what you did when we met’beautiful! Said Ahmad. Aliyah replied “yes honey,exactly! I love her already, fierce!

 Celeste thought to herself ( the perfect explanation for this is a movie , or comedy skit a prank by my cousin’s or something. Because this shit is fucking crazy,. So.I’ll play along, because I could be on TV right now, who knows).“So Celeste meet Ayman my dear son he’s a pilot with Qatar airways and so he travel’s all the time that’s why he’s still so handsome and single. But he’s amazing!”Aliyah said. Ayman replied ” hi, Celeste very nice to meet you, hopeful we can get to know each other better’.  ‘nice to meet you too’   Ayman! Celeste replied. Celeste your aunty said a lot about you ‘ Celeste replied‘ really, she did? She said quite a lot about you all too I guess!” Ahmad let’s leave Celeste and Ayman to talk some more! Aliyah said. “Sure honey” Ahmad replied they both left Celeste and Ayman to themselves.

Ayman:I’m half Nigerian and half Turkish! My father is Turkish my mum is Nigerian. 

Celeste: oh, really. Well I’m fully Nigerian?

“Celeste I’m so sorry about all these embarrassment ” Ayman said, “thank God somebody understands, that’s what I’ve been trying to explain to everyone. You did call  kalakuta for a massage didn’t you” Celeste replied. “Oh yes! I understand the act of forcing someone into a marriage because I am in such situation, and I really do not know what’s wrong with that man( Kalakuta) the therapist should be here by now! wait a minute’ Did you just ask if I called kalakuta for a massage!, how did you know about?

 Celeste: That’s what have been trying to tell everyone, but you a keep shutting me up? I’m supposed to be your therapist from Kalakuta!

 Ayman: Oh my goodness! Why didn’t you say anything? 

Celeste: ooh no, I tried, oh I really did try. Everyone was shutting me up, and your mum was crying to me tell me she doesn’t know if you’d fly one day and get lost in world. How she needs hope for you and bla, bla. It was hard to see her cry?

Ayman: really, it was hard to see her cry? How hard was it for you to say ‘ooh sorry I’m not who you’re expecting, I’m just a masseuse here on a job, and this is family business not my concern, my concern is my fucking job’ how hard could that have been?

Celeste: huh? So now you blame me, for being dragged into a confused environment, I didn’t know what was going on! Mr goody two shoes. You didn’t just expect me to go crazy and fight everyone. As a pilot I expect you to be exposed, opened minded and enlightened enough to understand that when you find yourself in crazy situation you remain calm. Which was exactly what I was doing, besides I thought this was a movie or comedy skit, or a prank who something. So please do me a favour and shut the fuck up!

Ayman: really you think, you an ordinary masseuse could be a famous star, just like that! How gullible are you?

Celeste: you’re just a proud arrogant man, I’m so filled with fret having to exchange words with you.

     At this point Ayman and Celeste are staring at each other in confusion, there is so much angry, confusion, eeriness in the atmosphere. The yelling from the voice attracted the attention of Aliyah and Ahmad. Aliyah busted in saying

Aliyah: Is everything alright we heard yelling.

Ayman: Oh, mademoiselle Celeste please do the honors and tell my sweet mother what the fuck is happening?

Celeste: You’re rude and stupid?

Aliyah: what! He’s a Royal you don’t use such words!

Celeste: That’s it all of the areallsick, I’m out.

  Celeste tried getting out, but the body guards stopped her. She yelledat them and started hitting them both on their chest to get out of her way.

Ayman: let her go, she’s a fraud!

Aliyah: What? What do you mean.

Ayman: oh, yes! Mum she’s an ordinary masseuse. She WS supposed to come massage me. I ordered for a massage at kalakuta’s and she works for him.

Ahmad: A masseuse! This is a Royal family my son will never stoop so low?

Aliyah: I’m so confused, I I I iiii…short of words.

      Celeste where red confusion and maybe tears, the embarrassment and unnecessary drama was too much for her to handle. She had never felt so belittled and lost. Her purse fell as she struggled with the body guards, she knelt on the floor and hurriedly pack her belongings into her purse.And ran down the stairs at this point she didn’t care about how graceful the stairways looked, or how careful she be with the wall not to stain them. She spanked her feet in a hurry on the stairways and touched the walls as she ran down the stairs. On getting down stairs she met an indian looking woman in  the living room arguing with the gateman, telling him how much the family is cursed. How are niece got into an accident because she’s being matchmaked with Ayman. And throwing a huge amount of money at him telling him she doesn’t want to be in a possession of a cursed money. And storming out of the house, the gateman hurriedly picked up the money and kept some on his pocket. He stoodup, stared at Celeste with a wide smile on his face saying in pidgin ” madam na condition make crayfish bend”( an adage in pidgin meaning in this context that “it’s because of my situation I’m stealing”). Celeste shook her head and walked out of the house. Getting outside the compound she stopped a motorcyclist and said to him. ” Take me home!, I say take me home “.

The man on the motorcycle stared at her with amusement ” na wa ooh, madam I don’t know your house ooh”.( really! I don’t know your house)

Celeste :I don’t care, just get me out of here now!

Motorcyclist: no walaha( no problem).

  Celeste left the premises and headed home, she stopped over at a liquor store and bought herself a bottle of tequila( silver). Got home played her favourite playlist mostly songs by “End sheeran” and “Chain smokers”. And then she said called her drinking buddy her cousin ” Rita” and Rita loves alcohol, the excitement on her face when she saw the bottle if tequila they danced and had shots finishing the whole bottle. To Celeste dancing has always worked for her, it has been her own way to letting out emotional, mental stress, confusion, sadness and hurtful feelings. 

 They both got drunk and blacked out, grnnnhh!grnnhh! Her phone rang.

It was morning, she managed to open her eyes but the call had cut off by then. 10 missed calls, all from kalakuta. “Celeste where’s my money, how can you not deliver my money or have you ran away with my money“… She couldn’t finish reading the text the light of the phone was getting to her eyes. She was having a really bad hangover.

Grnnh! Grnnh! Her phone rang again, it was kalakuta she picked the call. 

Kalakuta: So, you didn’t hear your phone ring? Sine yesterday you haven’t delivered the money? What is wrong with you? Is it because I told you you’re the best massage therapist I have? Don’t let it get to head? Give me my money? I need money. Because if you don’t bring the money today… 

  Celeste throw the phone underneath her pillow, and let the call on while kalakuta was still talking.

that man is such a girl” she said to herself.

 At this time the door bell rang, Lara answered to door and Alas! It was Ayman. 

Ayman: Hi, I’m Ayman Celeste forgot her wallet. May I see her, is she home?

Celeste, Celeste, Lara called. Celeste got up went to her door and bolted it.Mumbling to herself ” for goodness sake I have a hangover and I want to be let alone, is that so hard to ask, I’m sure she’s called me to help her make breakfast. I’m going no where”. And then she went back to sleep.*

Why do we keep wasting colour’s, we don’t have to be the same, we all don’t have to be good at the same things. Uniqueness is beautiful and should be embraced. 

All colours have their ways of affecting moods, and leaving a message and a combination of them brings beauty into light.

There is no fun in wasting colours, no fun at all!

There’s not much to learn on a plain white board, not much on that I tell.

So why waste colours and consume yourself in living like others and imitate the lifestyle of another. And burying what makes you “you”. What makes you different, what makes you unique, what makes you who you are!

If you’re one of those who have found it a norm to waste colours, change your lifestyle today. It sucks being lost in something that changes who you are for the worst or gets you stuck on one spot.

Stop wasting colours today!!

I leave you be..

Words of seamless may

Celeste ‘ drowned in dersires’.

    Celeste jerked up from her sleep, hurried into the bathroom and prepared for work with the hope that She’ll get a job today. She kept staring at her phone hoping that her boss will call for her service, it’s about 4pm and nothing; no call from her boss, no text messages from him she was a bit down spirited so she took a nap, within a few minutes her phone rang it was kalakuta! she was swooned. She picked up the phone eagerly and said “hello sir” with excitement and then he told her that she had a job in Yaba to massage a priest ‘ a priest!’ she exclaimed, her boss replied ” Yes Celeste a priest!” And then kalakuta sent her the address of the priest.

   On her way there, all she could think about was that she hopes the priest won’t ask anything funny like her previous client because it would completely change her faith as a Catholic. In an hour she arrived at st. Andrews Catholic church Yaba, when she got into the compound she panicked a lot her heart started racing as fast as an a man chased by a lion. She was directed by the security man to turn left he waited for her, he was in a short and a polo. She introduced herself as Celeste and his therapist for the day. He told her his name is “father Matthew ” and then they both went into his bedroom, Celeste fear grew when she entered his bedroom thinking about how it would completely ruin her perception about religion if he requested for anything funny, she thought to herself. Then father Mathew said to her ” see I hope you’re not here to just touchy touchy my body ooh, don’t just come and rub my body ooh. I already rubbed vasline this morning, I called for a massage because I’m a researcher I read a lot, and I haven’t been able to get any sleep even with meds so I hope this will work ooh. If not I’m not paying any 13,000 naira for just touchy, touchy”. Celeste was befuddled at his speech but then she replied him saying ” sir I’ll make sure I won’t just touchy touchy, I’ll give you a Swedish massage ” and then he replied “whatever that is, it better makes me sleep” . 

   Afterwards Celeste asked him to take of his clothes and then he insisted that he wanted his underpants on, she was happy with his decision with the thought that he was just might be different from the pervet clients. Celeste started the 60mins session of full body massage and then she thought to herself “should i punish him like Kalakuta said, since he’s Nigerian” then she started with deep tissue and then he said the pressure was a little to much but he liked it saying it’s “like sweet pain” and then yet again his statement left her befuddled, then she later added some Swedish which he liked very much. Then she spent a longer time giving him a scalp and head relaxing massage and that made him sleep off like a baby. After 10minutes she stopped and then he said ” ahn ahn! Nawa ooh, you know see say I dey sleep, do more, do more” and then she told him that a session is over and he begged for 30minutes extra so he could sleep more and then Celeste replied him saying he’ll need to pay extra for a scalp massage package for 4,000 and he said ” ahn ahnnn! that’s to much now, to just touchy touchy my head” and then she told him ” that’s it or nothing sir”. And then he replied “fine just do it” when she was done, he transferred the money to kalakuta’s bank account. She headed home afterwards, while she was in a bus back to Ogba ; where her cousin resides, her boss called and told her that there was a job at BLUE IVY hotel Victoria island she then took a bus to the hotel when she got the message containing the room number and the name of the client. 

She got to the hotel and asked the receptionist for Mr Raymond Smith at Room 007 and then she was asked to go to first floor. When she got to the front of the hotel room her heart prayed a fast prayer, hoping that the day will be free of pervert and then thought ‘oh well, at least his name doesn’t sound Indian, he’s probably British‘ and then she knocked, to her surprise a tall blonde reddish man was standing at the door. He said “oh hi I’m Raymond you must be celeste”, she replied “ yes sir I am” and then she walked in and she asked what his nationality was and he said he was German and that he’s a construction worker and he has been in the sun all day. She thought to herself that must be why he looks red, but then he was cute she thought to herself. She tried not to look hopelessly at his face, but her eyes failed her. The height, the hair, the beards, that smile, the perfectly arrannged set of teeth all that couldn’t be ignored. He was a like a golden trophy right in front of her. Those broad shoulders, he’s healthy looking stomach muscles’ everything about him was sexy’ she thought to herself. As she massaged him he kept smiling, she became so uncomfortable and started sweating profusely.  He was a bit chatty and then he said’ I told your boss to send a beautiful girl, I didn’t know he was going to send the most beautiful girl he has’ and then she was flattered for a second and smiled but she thought for a second ‘ oh my God! He must be another pervert’ she started the session with him and he was still so chatty asking why she isn’t a model or something and she told him that she was too shy for stuff like that and they make her uncomfortable. She was now looking very worried and stressed,  (yes she was stressed! She was caught between her desire to lkiss those lips and the thought that it could end badly. It was a fight, yes a fight! A fight between desire, wants and needs.)  He noticed how oddly uncomfortable she seemed, and he asked ” are you okay! you’re sweating a lot. But the the AC is on, and its on the lowest temperature”  (but no she wasn’t okay! Her rumbled her feet twitched she had that feeling of suppressing desires that were about to erupt. Could she consume them, or will they consume her?) And so she said, ‘please shut that beautiful mouth! Raymond was in shocked! And wanted to confirm if he heard her right” so he replied ” I’m sorry’ what! “. Celeste replied stammering ” I I iiii said you have beautiful looking mouth ” . Raymond was red with more red with appreciation saying “thanks” .

And then he asked how old she was and said to her “tell me more about yourself”  Celeste couldn’t stare at him any longer, she feared for what she was considering to do, she immediately excused herself to the bathroom. Looking at a reflection if herself in the mirror. She said ” What the fuck is wrong with you woman, he’s just a man an ordinary man. Now put yourself together “. She got back to Raymond, Raymond still having that smile. She sighed  ‘ ppttt now I’m getting tired of that’ she thought to herself.  “I’m leaving sir”  she said, “what are you doing tonight” Raymond asked. And she said to him ‘home with husband and kids probably doing laundryand he said but, but , buuutttt you’re only 23 how, hoooooooooww cooooo; never mind he stammered” and then he gave her the 13,000 and a 8,000 naira tip. Celeste! Raymond called, that man that’s got you’ he’s a lucky man. Celeste was so grateful but she wondered ‘ what kind of person he was and maybe it might have been wrong to shut him out completely and lied about husband and kids, at least that’s what Rita her favorite cousin would say’. Celeste called kalakuta if he was in the office, she went over there so she could get her own share of the money and give kalakuta his. But kalakuta was a bit crazy as usually especially when he’s dealing with money. It took a lot work before Celeste was able to collect the extra 3000 naira that father Mathew sent to him. Then he told her that he was going for a Yoni massage and then she asked what that was and then he said a vaginal massage and Celeste was extremely bewildered.

She thought to herself, “how many things does kalakuta really do” as a pastor he also gives yoni massages! Those are two completely different things. And then Celeste asked kalakuta what really is your passion and he said helping people in monetary ways, you gwaped at him for a while and said “monetary way”. He replied “yes! I love moni and who no like better thing” his words in pidgin. She looked at him with so much pity and said her goodbyes.

On getting home the first thing Rita asked was ” how much did you make today” Celeste replied “some money, why?” . Then Rita started sobbing, Celeste was so flustered and wondered what she said wrong. Until Rita spilled the beans ” erm erm e… it’s my boyfriend ooh, he has been caught by the police during he’s weed selling business, and now he’s locked up I need some money for his bail. I can’t leave without Tola he’s my world I love him more than I love sex itself, I mean I would trade orgasm for my love for him. That how bad it is, I’ll hurt myself if I can’t get him out, I love him more then I love my perfectly symmetrically round pointy boobs. I just love him soooo...” Then Celeste cut in throwing 7000 naira at Rita saying ‘ please shut…just shut it! I don’t want to hear anymore. Just take the money, take it! Just take it all, but please shut up…” And then Rita collected the money happily saying ‘your the best’, my Tola will be out of jail soon. Everything will be perfect again even my sex life, yay!! Rita said storming out of Celeste room to save her supposed prince Charming.

Celeste stared at the door which Rita passed through with so much fret and she said to herself. “Well my sex life hasn’t been so good lately, at least she has a sex life”.

    Thoughts ran through her head, thoughts of him kissing the sole of her feet , oh how that tickles her so badly that she loves it, and his hands alone doing the magic of making her shiver at fear ,  fear of being devoured, fear that nothing will be left of her. Fear that she won’t spend not one night without the thought of his touch. He’s body pressing upon her soft honey skin the contrast of his caramel supple skin upon her honey soft skin, lights up her mind and it was perfect. Especially the thoughts of him troding and gliding in and out of her. Made her long perfectly beautiful legs shiver.

Celeste, Celeste! Lara called, Celeste jerked out of her day dreams and went to Lara’s room, on her way she thought to herself. “Girl you need to get laid”.
“Yes! We all have desires, desires, we think of the good, the bad and the crazy. We are drowned in them atimes or they appear to be the hapaxanth in our lives . But then sometimes I wonder, only wonder if some of those desires will consume us. Or we consume it all, you never really know. Whoever is strong enough to consume the other ” You! Or your desires! Life is like a fast train sometimes you have to stay alert to not miss your stop. Perhaps we won’t, or maybe we will. Perhaps there is nothing for some of us at the end stop, our hope, spring of opportunities and achievement could be along the way. They say there is a sign, yes they! Is there really. Or do we wait on a fluke for help. Do we! Do we really”.

          I leave you be “words of seamless may”…

Word for the day “HAPAXANTH”.

Celeste is back!!

Hey guys sorry it took me for ever to post another page, but life has been keeping me busy! Yea, I said that with a smirk on my face.

Was able to get some more stories from Celeste’ she sure has some very interesting stories…

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