She’s Having His Baby..? 

I'm standing here, wishing to a higher power that I had not heard those words uttered in the room I am in. I send a silent prayer to whoever is listening. I need the ringing in my ears to stop. My sight blurs. Did this piece just say she is pregnant? That she has my… Continue reading She’s Having His Baby..? 


She has my baby…? 

Continued from “Then I Was Knocking”


I know I have sinned, not to God this time, but to my best, to my trustee. I had not planned for this though. But the blood in me speeds up my motive of going after someone. I feel like I should have grabbed her when she hugged me, and then explain everything that had happened. This is sin to the woman my heart leaps and sweats for. And I am crying inside because hell is burning in me.

Since we promised each other our heaven on earth, I had not thought of cheating on my wife, leave that: I had never seen my woman get this mad, with her always white globes, now turning red and misty. Our experience in love made us feel much comfortable despite our small differences of what we would eat or cook for dinner. Today, I stand, difficult to move, like a dumb mad…

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“Then she was knocking…” never disappoints. This was one amazing but unfinished piece. I am working on it. Hope I will measure up.


It was last weekend when she texted, “Hey Babe, am coming on Sunday.” My closet was a mess, my sheets were out of ware, I had broken my bed some weeks ago and had not cared to mend it, you would not want to care about the kitchen, it looked like a food store. But she had already said and set her mind that she was coming… Coming to stay for the next one week and some days, and I could never be too fast to turn her away like a Shepherd, because, I also wanted her within.

There are some things that will cost me effort to forget. For the past few years, she used to drop by my house every Friday and left on Monday afternoon. She would claim to have a mutual understanding with her boss and going to work on Mondays would look like a taboo…

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