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Turbulence 4

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Something Beautiful by Jacob Banks

 

Tanya walked into the room and placed her items on the table. She looked around and smiled and said

“I think we should all take a seat in the living room and hash this out”

Anthony took a sip from his glass as we all gravitated towards the living room. I gently tugged Tanya on her arm and said

“What are you doing?

This was not what we talked about”

She stopped, turned around and placed both hands on my cheeks as she said

“Do you trust me?”

I bowed my head but showed a look of approval and she said,

“I got you. I’ve always had your back. So lets go and you’ll see”

We all sat down and you could feel there was tension in the air. Tanya opened the floor by saying

“I know a few of you are wondering why I’m here and what I have to say but I wanted to clarify that…”

 

“Why is she moderating this meeting?!”

My mother interrupted from her seat.
Tanya smiled and said

“Mrs. Williamson, with all due respect, I will sit here quietly if you go ahead and address the situation with complete honesty and leaving no details out.
If not, please let me speak for the benefit of us all”

My mother relaxed in her seat.

I have to admit to you all that I was really confused that day. I had never seen my mother on the defensive that much. Much less because it was a woman “less” than she was, putting her in check.

She seemed so guilty but it still wasn’t making sense.

Tanya continued and said,

“Now, the big question we all want answered is not just if Ruby is Andrew’s but how Janet kept it from us all for so long.

So who would like to start?”

I jumped in and said

“I just want to know how anyone thought it was okay to deprive me of my youth. Allow me to be stuck in a loveless marriage when they knew I was not the father of the girl I have come to adore so much.

How is that fair? How have you been able to sleep at night for seven years?

How?!”

Janet wiped the tears streaming down her cheeks and responding to me, she said

“While I’m not going to sit here and defend hiding it from you or saying I shouldn’t have been honest; what you just said right there is the reason why I never told you.

You adore Ruby!

From the moment my family had come to your house to tell you I was pregnant, you have been an amazing father to Ruby.

Why would I want to jeopardize that?

Besides, I was made to believe that raising a child with you was the best option I had at the time by people”

I looked at her and said

“Who the hell gave you that impression?”

She wiped some more tears off her face with her right hand and pointed to my mother with her left hand.

Everybody turned his or her head towards my mother.

She lifted her head and sat up straight.

…….

Ruby was still off in the other room, making all sorts of noises with her toys and such.

Anthony had still not spoken and Janet was still crying.

Tanya had this look of “let’s hear it” written across her face.

I just wanted more clarity.

My mother was about to speak.

She fiddled with beads on her wrist as she said

 

“I have gathered very quickly that I will be the one identified to be the scapegoat in all of this and while I recognize that I had a part to play in a lot, I never did anything to hurt anyone of you.

That being said, the topic of Ruby as its own was secondary to the initial problem.

 Andrew, remember when you were in your final year in high school and you were playing football.

Remember that injury you got?”

 

I looked over and nodded. I was getting a sense of where she was going.

 

“You were hit really hard below the belt around your testicles.
The options were surgery or intensive medication with no playing. You left the team for the rest of the season.

When we went for the follow up months later, the doctor told me we had to change the medication because there were rumors in the medical community that the drug led to low sperm count.

 So you see, I have always had the worry since then that you would not be able to have your own children.

When the situation presented itself and I found out that you and Anthony had been with the same girl, when she reported she was pregnant, I encouraged her to go with you.

She seemed fairly confident that the baby was Anthony’s but I leaned in on her and encouraged her to pick you.

I was trying to help you.

Anthony was not serious with his life and he still isn’t at the moment. You Andrew, you were the better opportunity for Ruby to have a good life.
And how was I supposed to gamble on your future that you may or may not have children. You have one now and that’s all that matters to me”

 

There was a very brief moment of silence as my mother rested her back on the sofa and we all took that in.

I understood it a bit.

After all, she was looking out for me but she should have told me, I thought to myself. I could have handled it; I think.

Anthony downed the rest of the drink in his glass and he blurted out

 

“Mum, you see why you are the problem. You have always been the problem.

You always put me down. Ever since dad died, you have always put me down.

Nothing I do is good enough.

Because I elected not to finish college and pursue art, you have always ridiculed me.

Now you’re saying you might have given my daughter to Andrew because he might never have kids?

Really mum?

 How about me mum?

How about me?!

When will you start thinking about me and what I want and need? When?”

 

Anthony stood up as he began to yell towards my mother.

My mother got up and got in his face as she said

“You will watch your tone when you speak to me and speak to me with respect.

Sit down and talk like a man and stop yelling like a stupid child.”

Anthony was heaving and huffing. His chest was rising as you could tell he was filled with anger.

He took a few steps back and then he sat down in his seat.

My mother walked backwards and sat down.

She was back.

That woman was the one that we grew up with cutthroat to the core and no nonsense.

It took me a minute to refocus but I said

“Really Anthony?

You are about to make this about you. Mum just said that for all we know, I may never be able to have children and you’re here talking about being unfairly treated?

Are you for real, bro?”

If Anthony could punch me in the face at that moment, I bet he would have.
I believe that he was so angry that he now had a smile on his face.

He looked at me as he gestured and said

“Look at you again with your righteous ass self-pity cry. It has always been like this since we were kids. It has always been about you.
You’re one who was good at school. You played the sports.
You made mom laugh, everyone loved you.

You got the girls and friends. Yet you still always took from me.

You have always been taking from me.

When she was running for office and all that stuff, who was she always taking to work with her?

You were like her only son and we all know it.
Now here we are, forgive me for not having sympathy for your situation because mom here will find a way to fix your problem for you.
Or steal someone else’s child to make you happy but Ruby is mine and I’m taking her. I don’t care what any of you have to say.

I have to win something too and this is it for me”

 

I was taken aback.

The level of jealousy and resentment laced in Anthony’s voice broke my heart.
How could I have never known that my brother felt this was about me?

We had been best friends till his Freshman year in college when he became cool and pledged to a fraternity and all.

He was hanging out and calling me less and eventually we grew apart as a day to day friendship but I never once doubted his love for me or believed he would doubt mine.

I was shocked.
“Wait, Anthony you think this is a game?”

I continued

“You think Ruby’s life is something to be played with because you are clearly jealous of your younger brother?

Wow. That is so low.

This is a life we are talking about here. This is 7years of my life invested into this girl and you want to throw that away?

How can you be so mean?

You have no means of taking care of her or providing for her. You can’t even love her properly.

Man fuck this!”

I scoffed and clenched my fists as I paced the floor

Anthony replied

“Look, I don’t hate you or have anything against you. For the most part, I think we all love each other. I just want what is mine.
Ruby is mine.”

Our mother jumped in and said

“Ruby is not a toy and you cannot be trusted to take care of her the way she deserves. Also it is very possible that she could be Andrews.”

Anthony got up and said

“See you’re doing it again?!

Never any validity for me. Why wouldn’t you trust me?!

I am your son too!”

My mom was close to tears as he yelled at her when she yelled back

“Because you are just like your father!”

……..

All eyes were glued on her.

What did she just say?

Where was it coming from?

“You are just like your father.

You have always been like him.

Reckless.

At the time you were involved with Janet, I was getting calls every other day about your exploits with other women. You valued no one but yourself.

Not my hard work, not the family name, not even your family. Now you might have changed but every time I looked at you, all I saw was your father.

The man who walked out on me and died on his way to his mistresses house.

I have always seen him in you and I cannot connect with it. Have I loved you less?

No.

But knowingly putting Ruby in your care?

I just couldn’t.”

My mother got up as if to leave.

Anthony stood there glued.

She was right.

Back then, Anthony was reckless but he still loved his family. At least that was what I felt like was happening.

My mother continued and said

“Like I said earlier, I don’t mind being the one to take the fall for everything but here is what is at hand. I assume the two of you brothers want to figure who Ruby’s father is.

So go ahead and get a paternity test done and we can all move on.

At least I know that all I have ever done is to protect you but I am a mother and I don’t mind being the target of all the blame”

Tanya who had been sitting quietly then said

“Is that so?

So how will you explain when I came to your house back then, before my parents shipped me out of the country to beg you to talk to my parents. I told you that I was in love with your son and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him and you told me to leave.

You told me that I would find somebody else.

Who were you protecting then?”

My mother stopped in her tracks.

She scanned Tanya up and down and said

“Look here, I know my son loves you now and probably did then too but you will not question me.

Just for the sake of today, I will answer.

I was protecting my son and you if you think about it. The doctors told me that he may not be able to have kids.

And you were drunk in love with him.

How was I to know that after 10years of waiting, your family will not ask you to leave?

Or blame it on you even?

I wanted any woman there gone so if he met someone new, at least he would already be a father.

It was nothing personal but my family comes first.

I had to make sure that Andrew was protected in the event that he may never have kids again”

Tanya smiled and said to my mother

“I understand that now but years ago, it just seemed like you were pushing me away from the man that I loved.

And then I heard later that he was having a baby, I couldn’t take it.
If I had known the situation, I would have stayed with him. Your son is and has been everything to me for years. He is my best friend and the man I love.

Mrs. Williamson, I am also sorry to say that you made a mistake back then because I am pregnant.

Yes, for your son Andrew.”

My mother’s eyes grew big. Janet looked up, Anthony just sat still and I said

“Wait what?!”

She smiled and stood up as she repeated

“I am pregnant Andrew. I am having our baby”

I didn’t know what to say.

That came straight out of now where. I came closer to her and squeezed her in a big hug.

It was a relief for me personally because it meant I was fully functioning.

I squeezed her so tight and as I placed her down and turned around, my eyes caught Ruby standing in the doorway.

She said

“Daddy, I’m hungry”

……

The tension in the room was palpable.

You could even feel it burning the hairs on your skin.

But that was how I was feeling now.

Knots in my stomach as I clutched Tanya’s left hand in my right as we waited in the hospital for the results of the paternity test.

I just wanted to get it over with.

Ruby had been staying with Janet in the home.
Janet was more involved with her and focusing more of her energy into her. I think the events at the cabin made it clear to her that she needed to take a bit more control of her life.

The divorce papers had been signed and it was clear that we were going to go our separate ways unless connected by Ruby.

I knew in my heart that no matter how it turned out, I would be there for Ruby.

I wasn’t going to abandon her, she gave me life when she was born and I would repay her with love as much as I could.

The waiting room almost felt like an episode of the popular show Maury.

My mother was there sitting with Anthony, they had begun repairing their long strained relationship.

I was with Tanya while Ruby and Janet played with some of the toys.

Remember Sarah, from way back when?

Well she was one of the nurses at the hospital. She came over to me and said

“Congratulations you too.

He’s a good one. Keep him”

Referring to Tanya. I thanked her as she walked away.

A few minutes later, the doctor called us into his office.

The office was too small to fit all of us. My mother and Janet sat down while Tanya, Anthony and I stood behind them.
One of the nurses was playing with Ruby down the hall.

The doctor thanked us for our patience and cooperation. It all just seemed like a waste of time. I just wanted to know and I needed to know as soon as possible.

Eventually, the doctor pulled out the envelope and said

“….. we did a series of tests on the three of you and while we can confirm that Janet is Ruby’s mother. You men are not a match.
Neither of you is Ruby’s father.”

 

Stunned.

Angry.

Confused.

The whole room gasped and Janet began to cry profusely. Nobody knew the right words to say. We all just stood there wondering what the next move should be.

Janet was inconsolable.

I couldn’t believe it.

We couldn’t believe it.

What The Heck Man right?

Slowly, we filed out of the room..

Anthony seemed shot. Like all the verve in his step was gone.

I think he had hoped that raising Ruby would give him purpose in life; a reason for a new direction.

My mother walked away seeming like all the work she had done for all those years had gone to waste.

I gave Ruby a hug and as I got up, she said

“Daddy don’t cry…”

And I cried even more. I wasn’t going to leave her life, but I thought she was mine.

I had hoped she was mine.

I had prayed she was mine.

But we don’t always get what we want now, do we?

Janet came and they walked out. I couldn’t even watch. It hurt too much.

Crying was the only thing that felt human.

……

It had been two weeks since the hospital and Tanya was moved in to our new condo, as we prepared for our baby.

We were getting ready to attend a friend’s book launch party when I heard a knock on the door.

“T, could you check the door please”

I said from the kitchen

Tanya went to the door and opened it. Then she said

“Babe, it’s Janet.

Please come in”

She declined as I appeared and she said

“Andrew, can I talk to you please?”

I came close to her as she spoke

“Since the hospital, I have done a lot of reflecting and thinking. I have concluded that you are Ruby’s father.

You might not be her father biologically but you are her father. There is no man on this Earth that can love her better than you.

You have given her everything since conception and I would hope that you can continue to love her that way.

I have taken a new job about 3hours away and I will start soon.

I know you have wanted Ruby and you’re expecting another but I need you to parent this girl with me.

She is all I have and I know she is what you have needed for so long.

What do you say?”

I looked at her and thanked her.

Nothing else was said.

Ruby stepped out of the car and ran into my arms. I gave her a big hug as she broke and ran into the house and hugged Tanya.

Then she noticed Tanya’s dog, well you know they instantly fell in love.

Janet waved and whispered

“Thank you”

as she got into her car

I walked back into the house and shut the door behind me. Ruby was playing with the dog to my right and Tanya was standing to my left.

I looked at Ruby and then at Tanya.

Tanya smiled and said

“I told you we should have gotten the house with the big yard”

I walked over to her and gave her a kiss. She kissed me back and said

“I love you baby”

I smiled and said

“I love you too”

I let out a deep sigh and Tanya came up behind me and hugged me from the back as she said

“Wherever we go, however high we fly; I got you baby.”

For the first time in a long time, I truly believed that.

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Turbulence 3

Turbulence 3

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Till Forever Runs Out by Alex Vargas

My insides were turning.

My fingers were twitching.

I wanted to punch something. I wanted to scream at the same time.

It made no sense.

How could she?

How could they?

All these years and I just walked around blindly.

I kept pacing in my room while Janet and

 

“Baby, where are you going?”

 

I turned and glared at her. I kept quiet as I continued to stuff clothes into the bag.

 

“Andy, can you at least tell me where you are going with our daughter?”

 

I turned towards her and yelled

 

“Our daughter?!

Are you serious?!”

 

I turned away and then turned back around in anger and said

 

“You may have birth her but you are not a mother to her!

That is my child and you are not deserving to be called her mother!. So back the fuck off”

 

She began to cry profusely.

I walked out of the room and into Ruby’s room and packed some of her clothes.

 

“Andy, please don’t do this?”

 

she begged as I grabbed my coat and walked out.

I stopped by my car and said

 

“She is going to be safe with me, so don’t you dare call the police”

 

I got into the car and I began to back out of the driveway when my phone began to ring. I looked down and it was Ruby’s school.

 

“Hey Andy, it’s Leslie from the front office. There is a man here claiming he has permission to pick up Ruby?

His name is not on the list though. Did you authorize this?”

 

The voice travelled into my ears.

 

“No I didn’t. Do not let him anywhere near my daughter. I will be there shortly”

 

….

Anthony was standing in front of the school office when I pulled up. I parked in the handicap-marked space and turned on my hazard lights.

I jumped out of the car and made my way into the office

 

“Andrew, you know she’s mine just give her up”

My brother said to me. I came up close and got in his face

“I swear Anthony, if it weren’t for the fact that we are at a school right now with kids here. I would beat the shit out of you.

And let’s even assume she’s your daughter on the slightest possibility, it took you 7yrs to step forward????

No Anthony! Fuck you!”

I walked into the office and greeted the people in the office. Leslie was a friend I had made from the PTA meetings. I signed out Ruby on the sign out sheet and I turned around as Anthony said

“Don’t let this get ugly for her sake.”

 

I again approached him and said in a very quiet voice

“This only gets ugly if you stay involved. Just leave and leave us alone”

I turned around and said to Leslie

“Can you please have the security escort him out of here”

They called the security crew over the walkie talkie and a few minutes later he was being led off the school premises

 “Andrew, you can have them kick me out but you know that girl is mine!

Stop holding on to what ain’t yours baby bro! Give her up to her real daddy”

Anthony yelled loud enough for all to hear as he was taken outside the gates.

Those words were hard to hear but Ruby was mine to protect and until I figured out what was really going on, she was staying closest to me.

…..

 Ruby and I walked to the car and I strapped her into her car seat. I could sense that she was nervous and trying to understand what was going on.

We set out and I drove past the house.

From the back seat, I heard Ruby ask

“Daddy, you passed the house. Where are we going?”

I looked back using the rear view mirror and said to her

“Yes baby.

We are going somewhere else for a little while”

She seemed a bit confused but not hesitant to the idea.

She was quiet for a few minutes as I continued onto the freeway and then she asked

 

“Daddy is mummy going to meet up there?”

I paused and took a deep breath as I replied

“Soon baby”

I pulled out my phone and called Tanya.

She didn’t pick up the first time and I was feeling frustrated but I dialed again and she answered.

“Is Ruby with you right now?”

she asked

“Uhm..”

I responded affirmatively without saying words. She asked me

“Are you going to the cabin?”

“Yup”

I replied.

I had texted her some of the details of the developments but she still asked some question. Some I answered without words and some I couldn’t answer.

She knew where I was going and that I would be safe.

…..

 That cabin.

That was where this roller-coaster ride started and ended.

9 years prior was when I met Tanya. A mutual friend who thought she would be a good fit for a spread we were trying to put in the school magazine for the Engineering Club had introduced her to me.

We hit it off instantly.

She was beautiful, talented, funny and most importantly; she was from Saudi Arabia.

Her family had moved here when her older sister was born. They had her here and gave her and American name to facilitate the full experience of growing up in the states.

 

The piece we were working on was documenting America’s intrusion into Saudi Arabia’s oil market. We wanted a female model to highlight the part of the article that covered women being forced to take care of households more.

Tanya made it on the cover and also into my heart.

We fell in love quick. And I was sure that I was going to marry her.

I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.

Things were going smoothly, she got me and well, I appreciated her. Since men will never understand women.

 

The night we made it official was at the cabin.
My mother had given us permission to throw an end of the school year party with a catering service.

My friends and I drove up there for the weekend.

A bit to drink here, some weed there, pills from anywhere and we were lit.

The night was going well and I was making my rounds and saying hi when I made it up to the study upstairs.

I walked into the study and there was a startled Tanya, reading an encyclopedia.

She was curious to find out things about my family.

 

My father had died when I was 4.

I hardly knew the man and my mother raised us. My brother and I were everything she dedicated her life to.

She drove us to every practice, every sleepover, baked every kind of cookies and helped produce all our school plays.

Our mother was our rock.

But she was fierce with her job also. She was one of the top lobbyists for the Planned Parenthood organization and was rising to the top quickly.

She took no nonsense from anyone and always spoke her mind.

The best way to describe her was to say that if we were to every get arrested, our only call would be to her. Not because she was our mother but because we knew she was better than any lawyer.

 

I walked up to Tanya and placed my hand on her lower back as I pulled her close.
We were almost nose to nose when I said

“So we’ve been doing this for a while now. How do you feel about making this official?”

I paused and continued

“Would you be my girlfriend?”

I smiled as she began to smile and she said

“Yes Andy”

The words barely left her mouth as I began to kiss her.

Hard.

Her lips were soft.

The oils she used in her hair warmed my senses.
Her skin felt cold but that might have been the heat coming through my palms as my hands caressed her body.

I lifted her and placed her on the desk.

Spreading her legs, I stood between her as she wrapped her legs around my thighs. I began to kiss down her neck as closed her eyes and moaned quietly.

I began to unbutton her blouse as I ran my hands downwards.

Cupping her breasts, I squeezed gently and she responded with moans that tingled my ears.

I lifted her skirt up as she began to unbuckle my belt.

 

On my knees I dropped as I began to kiss my way down her navel.

I reached my destination as I prepared to have my lips make love to her lower lips. I pulled her panties down and smiled as she lifted her legs ready to place them on my shoulders.

I licked my lips and lowered my head as I kissed her pick.

Wet.

Hot.

Sweet.

They kissed me back. I began to work my tongue around as my lips became soaked in her wetness. She dug her nails into the back of my head.

I twisted my neck as my tongue worked when the door flung open!

 

Standing there was Chad, my best friend.

 

“Yo! There is a fire in the basement bro!”

 

Tanya was embarrassed and had tried to jump off me and I was getting up as I said

 

“You couldn’t handle it bro?!

Damn man!”

 

I pulled my pants up from my ankles as I turned to Tanya and said

 

“I’m sorry baby. I’ll be back”

 

I kissed her as she wiped her juices off my chin and said

 

“Go. I’ll be here trying to find my dignity when you return”

 

I smiled at her joke and dashed out.

Another friend of mine who had gotten too drunk and dropped his blunt in the wrong place started the fire in the basement.

I put out the flames with the extinguisher but another set of flames were also going to burn out.

 ……

 

I was crushed when Tanya told me she was going back to Saudi Arabia indefinitely after graduation because he parents were planning her wedding for her.
An arranged marriage

I was devastated.

But her family wanted her to continue the family tradition of arranged marriages.

We had been seeing each other for over a year, and I was preparing to bring her home after graduation that this was the woman I wanted to get married to.

Everything fell apart after she left.

Time difference.

Distance.

Another guy in the picture in her life and family pressures; we slowly drifted apart.

As much as we tried to fight, it didn’t work.

 

My mother was in the process of making a push for CEO

Tanya had been gone for about 6months at the time I came up to my mother.

The time Janet had gotten pregnant.

Janet and I had been involved and even though we only had unprotected sex once, all it takes is one time.

I was raised to take responsibility for my actions, so I had to man up and get ready to be father.

I had been planning to let my mother know that I was in love with Tanya and wanted her when the Janet situation developed.

I took it as fate that I wasn’t meant to end up with Tanya.

I remember calling Tanya to inform her that I had gotten someone pregnant.

That call was one of the hardest of my life.

I could hear the disappointment in her voice.

I remember her asking me if I was sure and I said yes.

 

I didn’t hear from Tanya again until after Ruby’s first birthday.

I tried to understand why my mother didn’t try to fight me marrying Janet. Accepting a child is one thing, but because you impregnate a girl doesn’t mean you have to marry her.

My aunt had explained it to me that, my mother being the CEO of Planned Parenthood could not be caught in a scandal where her son, had unprotected sex but more importantly turned down the mother.

I was stuck.

Janet was cool and we were young.

So why not?

I was of the impression that it would all even out and we would be okay.

 

I never forgot about Tanya and it was very clear to Janet and I that even though we were good parents, we were not in love.

When Tanya came back into my life, she never explained the year long absence but I was just glad to have her back.

She had convinced her family to let her leave the marriage because her husband was abusive and tried to rape her.

She took up the airline job because she never wanted to be caught on the ground.

Always moving from city to city.

 

Tanya and I began seeing each other after Janet and I agreed that we could explore other love interests but our agreement was “no more kids and we would wait till Ruby was 11 to officially separate”

I was going to be with Tanya and she knew this while she was free to do as she pleased.

But here we were.

I guess I was breaking the agreement because I was not going to stay with her any longer.

I was done.

 …….

 I was preparing dinner around 6pm when Ruby walked out of her room. I could hear her little footsteps on the floor of cabin house.

She walked into the kitchen and said

“Daddy”

I turned around and faced her as I turned the penne pasta in the saucepan

“Yes love”

I smiled at her

She looked up at me sad and I turned the heat down on the cooker

I dropped to my knees and said

“Whats wrong baby?”

She bowed her head down and said

“I miss mommy”

I felt it.

The reality of what life would be like having to raise her without her mother briefly hit me.

 “Mummy is working love and she’ll be here soon”

She seemed like she didn’t believe me as I kissed her forehead.

“Baby sit down, so we can eat.”

As we ate, Ruby asked me

“Daddy, are you still taking me to Sophie’s birthday party tomorrow?”

I had forgotten about that and here we were almost 3 hours away from home.

I nodded and lied

“Yes love”

We were eating away when I heard a knock at the door.

Ruby and I looked at each other. I told her to stay put while I went to check the door.

I looked through the peephole and there she was.

Sigh.

How did she know I was here?

…..

 “How did you know we were here?”

I asked

She patted my cheek and said

“Child don’t play. You are my son and you go where you can think the clearest in crisis.

We need to talk but first, where is my granddaughter”

She placed her coat and purse on the seat closest to the door as she headed into the dining area.

She knew I wasn’t going to confront her about of that in front of Ruby. She asked me to serve her a plate as she said

“Your brother and Janet are in the car”

I stared at her and said

“What?!

You brought them here!

Why???”

She glared at me as she said

“Don’t you raise your voice at me. You know better than that.

We all have things to iron out and they came to me, so here we are”

I was furious.

Why would she even entertain their side????

I could hear them walk into the house as Ruby ran and hugged her mother.

“Daddy, mummy is here!”

 

Ruby shouted from the living room.

I came into the living room and Anthony was seating on the couch looking as arrogant as ever.

Janet was locked in a hug with Ruby and my mother was pouring herself a glass on wine from the bar.

Anthony smiled at me with that evil smile he taunted me with all our lives growing up. I just wanted to beat him up.

Janet came up to me and said

“Can I talk to you in private please?”

 

I agreed as everyone was watching me. Janet and I walked into the other room. I said

“What could you possibly want to say to me Janet?”

She actually seemed apologetic as she said

 

“I just want you to know that I’m sorry and I never meant to hurt you.

I don’t expect you to forgive me but all I want is the best for Ruby.

I jut hope you…”

The doorbell rang.

I cut the conversation short as I walked into the living room. Anthony was standing by the bar now and my mother was by the door getting ready to open it when she said

“Are you expecting anyone?”

I said no.

She opened the door and standing in the doorway was Tanya.

Tanya said with a smile on her

“Evening Mrs David, long time”

My mother said to Tanya

“What are you doing here?”

 Tanya with as direct as I have ever seen her, looked straight at my mother and said

“You know exactly why I am here”

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Turbulence 2

Turbulence 2

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Simple Life by Niia 

Andy: Main Character

Cindy: Girl 1

Tanya: Ex Girlfriend

Janet:  Andy’s Wife

Ruby: Andy and Janet’s Daughter*

Anthony: Andy’s Brother

 

It had taken years for Tanya and I to get to a place where we didn’t’ have to discuss what not being together meant.

In the beginning, it would be a full conversation of validating her feelings and trying to let her know she was the one I wanted. We had been dating before I got involved with Janet but never lost touch.

Some of you are already judged me but hopefully, the story becomes clearer to you with time.

Tanya and I got up around midday. We had sex a couple times before we began to get ready to leave.

I was ready and out sitting on the couch after about 30 minutes but you can trust that Tanya was taking much longer.

“You know we’re going to be late if we don’t get a move on right?”

“I’m almost done babe”

she said from inside the bathroom while she applied her make up.

“Can you please grab my bag?”

I laughed and got up as I grabbed her bag. I walked over to the door and placed it next to mine.

I turned around and there she was with her big smile on her face.

She looked amazing.

“Wow. You look great babe”

I said.

She strutted towards me and gave me a kiss on my cheek and whispered in my ear

“I have to, so you keep wanting to come back to me”

I looked down at her before giving her a short kiss.

“You’re always in my heart.”

I said

She laughed and said

“I know.”

I gave her a big hug and was careful that her makeup did not stain my shirt. We broke apart and I picked up my bags and she dragged her bags.
the door opened and we both went in opposite directions towards our rides to the airport.

I heard her ask

“When will you be back?”

I turned and said

“Next Sunday”

as I kept on walking. I smiled as I shook my head and turned the corner. I was happy here but for how long.

…..

I opened the trunk of my car and placed my bags in.

I entered the car and pushed the button. The engine lit up and breathed life into the car.

The darkness was approaching and preparing to engulf the night. I made my way out of the airport parking lot and headed home.

It was a short drive as I pulled into my driveway about 15 minutes later.

Rushing out of the car, I grabbed my bags and quickly entered the house.

I walked straight into Ruby’s room.

I cursed quietly under my breath. I had missed her.

I came to the edge of her bed and kissed her on her forehead. She squirmed like she usually did in her sleep.
I smiled.

She was my joy and the true bright spot in my life.

I stood there and watched her for a few minutes before I fixed her hair and headed out of her room.

I came into the dining area and Janet was standing there in her robe.
With such attitude in her voice, she said

“So you finally decided to come home”

I turned and looked at her as I said

“Are you seriously trying to do this right now?”

She cocked her head to the side and said

“You know I’m saying the truth since you want to spend all your time with that bitch”

My eyes grew with surprise. It wasn’t unexpected but maybe in a way it was because I wasn’t expecting her to come so direct with it

“Janet, I’m not doing this with you tonight”

I took off my coat and hung it on the back of a chair on the dining table.

I left the room and headed into the kitchen and opened up the refrigerator to get something to eat.

Janet walked in behind me and kept on talking

“You don’t see me anyways, you never have.
You’ve always been into that other bitch”

I closed the refrigerator and walked up to her

I pulled down the strings that held her robe together. I reached into her robe and pulled her close to me.

She tried to fight and pull away from me but I held her tightly.

My left had cupped her right breast and I squeezed it tight.

She closed her eyes and said

“What are you doing Andr…”

her voice tailed off as my lips kissed down her neck. I continued to kiss along her neck bone as she moaned. I slid my right hand down between her legs as she pulled away from.

She looked at me and said

“It’s not happening that easily tonight”

She began walking out of the kitchen when I reached for her. Standing right behind her, I pressed my now growing member up against her rear.

I was breathing down her neck and my hands cupped her breasts. She continued moaning as I kissed her again and slowly began to grind in a circular motion on my member.

I turned her around and our eyes met. There was some love there.

There was some needing to be loved there.

I wrapped my right hand around her waist and hoisted her up. Walking the short distance to the counter, I placed her down on it.

Dropping to my knees, I spread her legs apart and placed them on my shoulders.

I began kissing around her pink.

Slowly.

Allowing the heat from my nostrils to burn the insides of her thighs. I kissed around her right below her clit and I heard her moan.

I could hear her wet start to drip and I wasn’t going to let it go to waste.

I licked my lips and kissed right on her clit.

She kicked her head back and sighed heavily.

It was a sound of relief.

Like so much was being taken off her shoulders. I began to lick and suck as her juices dripped on to my face and drenched my beard.

She held my head in place as I worked my tongue covering every inch of her wet pink.

….

Legs shaking.

Moaning.

I was sucking.

She was gasping.

My tongue wagging

Front teeth nibbling

Her body was being loved and this was on the beginning.

I got up and looked her dead in the face.

I knew what she wanted and she wasn’t going to make that hidden either.

“Fuck me”

I smiled and slowly slid into her. Her eyes grew big.

She gasped.

Her left hand of my shoulder, I began to slide in and out. With each thrust, her wetness soaked me up.
Every inch of my hardened member covered in her sweetness.

Her moans as music to my ears and the directions like a GPS navigation system.

I stared into her eyes and hers searched mine.

There is that moment we all know about, where the eyes meet.

Deep into each other’s. Nothing needing to be said.

I was speeding up when she said

“Put me down”

I was taken a back and stepped back from the counter. She climbed down and walked up to me. She gave me the deepest kiss and then walked back to the counter.

She turned around and rose on her toes and then looked back at me.

I have thought about that night many times.
I continue to reckon that there are very few more beautiful sights to a man than a woman looking back at him.

I came up behind her, hands around her waist. The thrusts were controlled.
Hard.

I could feel my balls smack into her clit.

Soaked, I began to pick up the pace. Her moans were louder, the look on her face giving me life to go harder.

I grabbed her waist tight and began to thrust harder. Slamming my pelvis into her rear, I went hard like I was searching for answers.

She stayed on her toes, as I was about to explode. I said

“Baby, I’m about to cum”

and she said

“Do it baby. Cum for me… Cum for me right now”

Her voice ticked off something and I let it all loose.

I didn’t pull out but I leaned over her back and kissed her. She turned around and placed both hands on my face and kissed me hard.

I picked her up and headed to the room. I placed her on the bed and turned to go and lock the bedroom door, when I turned around, she was already asleep.

I smiled and climbed in next to her.

I was catching my breath when my phone buzzed and lit up

I turned over and picked it up. It was Tanya.

The message read:

“I can’t stop thinking about you and I still smell like you.
I miss you”

Sigh.

…….

I opened my eyes a few minutes before my alarm clock went off. I reached for it and turned it off.

My mind was running in all kinds of ways.

I just didn’t like how I was feeling and my stomach grumbled.

I had forgotten to eat the night before after all the activities we had gotten into.

My mind wandered as I climbed out of bed and headed into the kitchen.

I was barely home but whenever I was, I tried to be as present and involved as possible.

I remembered so clearly the day, Janet told me that she was pregnant.
It was not the worst day of my life unlike some other people would have imagined. Janet and I had been having sex for a few months when I came home from school one day and my mother was sitting with her parents.

They basically said they weren’t upset with me for ruining their daughters life but they wanted us to get married since we were already dating.

The only issue was that we weren’t dating, just having sex. But my mother, my mother “encouraged” me to marry her.

A few months later, a very pregnant Janet and I got married at the courthouse.

When Ruby came, my life changed.

It felt like I found my best friend. In her eyes, I consistently found purity and honest. The way she smiled at me, I always knew it came from a place of love.

I had told myself that I would not be another statistic of a deadbeat father.

So I put in more work towards everything I did and double the effort around everything involving Ruby.

I walked out of the kitchen and headed to the table with two plates.

There she was primed to go after her shower.

She smiled at me as I said

“Good morning darling”

“Good morning daddy”

I walked over to her and placed her plate in front of her with a second plate with her slices of bread.
She smiled as she noticed that I had cut off the crusts on the slices

“Thank you daddy”

she said

I sat across from her as we ate. I always watched her with care and concern.
Care because she was the greatest gift that God had given to me but concern because I worried if I would be able to protect her from the world.

Minutes later, we were walking down the street to her school.
She was full of life and just a happy kid.

“Daddy are you coming to ballet practice today?”

I nodded and said

“Yes love”

We kept walking as I asked about school; her friends and teachers.

“How is Ms Corrine?”

She answered and we walked. Randomly she blurted out

“Dad, are you going to take me to Sophie’s birthday party tomorrow?”

“Of course baby.”

We had arrived at her school. I knelt down and gave her a hug and kiss on her forehead and on her way she went. Disappearing into the crowd of students like one of the Israelites heading out of Egypt.

I dropped her off and put on my headphones. I stretched.

And I began my run, which always took me to the gym that was a couple of miles away.

The workout was great and I was able to relieve some of the stress I was feeling.

I left the gym and headed home.

Walking down the street, I called Tanya and we talked as I approached the house.

I was approaching the driveway when I noticed a car parked in there.

I remember mentioning it to Tanya on the phone. She asked if I was expecting anyone and I told her I wasn’t.

I arrived at the house and I let myself in.

And right there, right in front of me, sat the one thing I feared the most in the world for various reasons.

It was my older brother; Anthony.

He looked at me and said

“Hello baby brother. Beautiful home”

I looked at him with disgust as I said

“What are you doing here Anthony?”

He smiled and placed the glass of scotch on the table and said

“Don’t get your feelings all ruffled baby brother. I’m just here to collect what is mine”

Confused, I now noticed Janet sitting in the corner of the room quietly. She looked worried.

I asked

“What are you talking about?”

He had an evil smile on his face mixed with surprise as he looked at Janet and said

“You never told him?

Wow”

He sat up straight and said one thing only

“Ruby”

“You can’t be serious and you better stop that shit before I get you kicked out of here”

He got up and said

“I’m not here to fight you. I’m just here to get my daughter. Simple”

Stunned.

I turned and looked at Janet, still sitting in the corner and now crying.

My heart was crumbling as I swallowed hard and said

“Janet, is this true?

Is Ruby his?”

She sobbed harder.

“Janet!”

I yelled. She shook and sat up as she said

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?

How the fuck don’t you know?”

I yelled back. She kept her head down as she said

“It was a while ago and your brother and I were seeing each other before I met you. It is one of you for sure but she might be his.”

I felt like I had been sucker punched in my stomach multiple times. I sat down on the couch and looked on in disbelief.

My brother said

“Sooooo… I’m guessing you and your wife have things to sort out. So where can I find Ruby”

I got up and stared at my brother as I said

“No matter what happens, you are not taking Ruby from me. I would rather give my life than let her go to you.”

He shrugged his shoulders.

I turned to Janet who was now crying profusely and I asked

“Why?

Why after all these years? Why make me suffer and marry you?

Why”

She looked at me and said nothing.

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Turbulence

Turbulence

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Komije by Chillz x Sam Oki

I pulled up my pants and buckled my belt. I sat down on the chair as I put on my shoes.

I turned around and she was awake. I smiled at her and she smiled back.

She asked me

“Do you really have to go?”

 

I laughed as I replied

 

“If I don’t to work, you’d be holding up the rest of the country”

 

She understood but I had to remind her about it every time we spent time together.

 

“When will I see you next?”

 

I responded

 

“Soon, I hope.”

 

I straightened my tie in the mirror. And she said

 

“You know I’ve always loved you in your getup”

 

I turned and joked

 

“You’re only saying that cos you don’t want me to leave”

 

She smiled and said

 

“Can you blame me?”

 

I shook my head and climbed into the bed to give her a kiss. She pulled me by my tie and locked her lips into mine.

Her tongue invaded the space in my mouth.

I eventually pulled away and said

 

“Cindy, you’re going to make me late”

 

She smiled and said

 

“It won’t be there first time”

 

She sat up and said

 

“Just a quickie?”

 

I sighed.

 

….

 

About 15 minutes later, I walked into the lobby of her apartment complex.

My Uber driver had been waiting for me.

I got into the car and apologized for being late.

The ride to work was smooth, as I had beaten the morning traffic.

 

I arrived at work about 30 minutes later.

I thanked the driver as I departed.

It was from door to door. Like a robot, I could navigate my job site in my sleep.

I was walking through the last security clearance when one of the employees said,

 

“Where are you headed today?”

 

I responded with a smile as I said

 

“Hopefully no where too far”

 

I walked into the conference and my colleagues were seated around the table.

The briefing allowed me to check into a new place.

My mind began to travel and then I heard one of the supervisors say

 

“You with us?”

 

I nodded.

I really wasn’t there. I would always get nervous like this before I had to work.

We left the room and headed to our posts.

The boarding began and shortly, I was sitting and ready to work.

The crew finished their run through and came to inform us.

I picked up the microphone and said

 

“Ladies and gentlemen this is your captain speaking we like to welcome you onboard this Virgin America flight 294 to Miami, Florida. Flight duration is around 2:58 minutes and we are expecting a fairly smooth flight today. Once again we thank you for choosing to fly with us today and we hope you enjoy your flight”

 

The takeoff was fairly smooth and once we leveled in the air. I took off my headphones and I thought to myself.

I was very grateful for my life.

29 and doing the job I loved. The work I had put in to getting here had all paid off.
My happiness was completely in my control and I was balancing all my responsibilities as needed.

I had actually followed my dreams to get to the place that I was. Dedicated myself to my journey and my struggle, I finally pulled through.

But there was more I wanted in life. More I had to attain.

It was never enough. I always wanted more.

……

For the career, I had selected, you would think that I would have handled landings better but I hated them.

I loved being high up though. I somehow felt like being up in the sky lifted me above my problems. It didn’t always go that way though.

My problems like landings always made my brain move within my head.

And then came the nausea.

 

Derek, my co pilot landed the plane. The crew finished letting everyone out and then we left the plane.

The shuttle was waiting for us as we stepped off the plane. In we went as I quickly ran through my emails and messages that came through while I was in the air.

I plugged my headphones into my ears and turned on one of my favorite songs “Nina Simone: Be My Husband”.

The bus peeled out of the airport. It was a short ride to the hotel as we all got out and filed our way into the lobby.

The check in process was smooth and within minutes, I was sitting on the edge of my bed taking my shoes off. I placed my phone of the bedside table and returned to take my shoes off. My phone buzzed with the incoming message

It flashed across the screen as it read

“I’m guessing you got there safely. Well, just wanted to check in.

Stay safe”

I turned away as I threw my pair of socks onto my shoes sitting at the base of the bed. I wriggled my toes as they were finally set free from hours of being trapped.
I picked up the remote control and turned on the television and skipped through the channels till I ended up on Sportscenter.

The highlights were on as I stretched out in bed and pulled the covers up over my feet.

A yawn and my eyes became heavy.

Sleep.

……

I was awoken by a gentle series of knocks on the door. I sluggishly lifted myself of the and walked to the door as another series of knocks ended. I looked through the peephole and smiled big.

She was here.

I looked down and fixed my shorts as I opened the door.

There she was gazing beautifully as her amazing smile lit up the doorway.

I was about to say hello when she placed her index finger on my lip and pushed me back into the room. She closed the door behind her and continued to lead me into the room as I travelled backwards.

I arrived on by the bed and then she stopped with pushing down. She leaned in and gave me a kiss.

Then she turned me and pushed me onto the desk chair.

I was looking up at her now as I noticed her in her heels and flowing pee coat. She opened her coat and flashed her toned body as she ran her hand over her navel.

She smiled again and dropped down into a squatting position. Her red Temptation pumps giving her extra height as she pulled down my shorts.

My throbbing member was waiting for an escape and gladdened the opportunity to appear. She kissed the head as her tongue licked it slowly.

The sucks started off slow and soft with her perfect lips giving home to my wanting member.

Her mouth was getting wetter as she attempted to fit it all in her mouth.

She was slurping from top to the base.

Her long occasional strokes on my balls left me wandering if she could actually hear me moaning. I was trying to contain myself but I could feel pleasure travelling into my toes.

The sensation heated up my tailbone but I continued to muffle my moans.

She placed her fingers on her clit and began working her fingers on it. The combination of her sucking and moaning was now driving me insane.

I tried to push her off but she held firm.

She took one more full stroke in and licked balls before I snapped my legs up and pushed her up.

She smiled as she stood up. She licked her lips as she turned around and walked to the bed and then said

“At least I know you still can’t handle the heat on your balls”

She dropped her coat and climbed onto the bed with her heels on. On her fours she arched her back low and said

“Now come and show me how much you’ve missed me”

I removed my shirt and came up behind her. I smiled and licked my lips in preparation for the feast. She already grabbed the sheets tightly in anticipation. I stroked my beard as I climbed up into the bed behind her.

Holding her cheeks wide, I took one long stroke from bottom to top.

Wet.

Really wet.

It reminded me of Winnie The Pooh trying to lick his honey from a jar in the cartoons.

It was warm and tasted amazing.

My strokes with my tongue were long and pressed on her clit. She began to moan as my tongue explored her wetness. It just wouldn’t stop.

And I wasn’t going to waste any of it.

I spread her pink with my tongue and I slid it deeper and continued to suck all her juices.

I began to nibble on her clit with speed. Alternating between long strokes and a buzzing speed on her clit, I worked it.
Her moans continued to be my form of affirmation and navigation as I prepared my member in waiting to join the party.

I rose up and prepared to slide into her. She looked back at me with that wanting look in her eyes.

It was tight.

Soaked.

Warm.

Each thrust was met with a moan. Each one louder than the last one, she gripped the sheets like her life depended on it.

The pace picked up as I thrust deeper, she threw it back at me.

Then her wild side kicked in, she said

“Geez! Why are you doing this? “

in that pleading tone. It only caused me to pound harder.

She began yelling

“Fuck you! Fuck you!”

I continued to thrust harder. My balls slamming into her wet clit as she begged

“Fuck me… Fuck meee harder…”

“You know you want to fuck me harder… you know you’ve been wanting this pussy….

Pull my hair…”

I grabbed a handful of her hair with my left and each thrust was hard.

Pounding hard.

My throbbing member searched the depths of her. Touching the walls as the walls of her pink gripped my hard member

She moaned

“Grab my waist and fuck the shit out me.

Spread them wider”

Her words were an added stimulus for me as I tried to contain myself without exploding. I couldn’t keep up for long.

A few more hard thrusts and I was grunting as my seed escaped their coven.

Right next to her, I slumped.

Both of us were covered in sweat and panting for air. I pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. She kicked off her shoes and wrapped her legs around mine and said

“I guess you really missed me”

I looked down at her beautiful face and the sly smile that covered it

And said

“I guess I did”

It was silent for a bit as we both caught our breath and then she said

“When was the last time you had it like that?”

I frowned without looking at her and said

“Too long”

……

Buzz… Buzz… Buzzz….

I heard my name as I opened my eyes. It was Tanya waking me up

“Your phone has been going off”

I looked at her confused and then looked at my phone. It was my wife.

I clicked to answer it and before I said anything, she said

“Andy, your daughter is refusing to go to school today. Fix it cos I’m running late for work”

I sighed and I was now fully aware of where I was and what I was doing

“Janet, did you try asking her why?”

She scoffed and said

“of course I have but she’s like you and won’t talk. Here she is, talk to her”

She handed the phone over to her my daughter Ruby.

“Hey baby, it’s daddy”

I said

“Daddy, I don’t want to go to school today. I don’t like my dress and mummy didn’t buy the cupcakes and my whole class is bringing stuff”

she responded in her soft voice and I said

“Don’t worry baby, mummy will get you some cupcakes and remember that blue dress daddy bought you last month?

Will you wear that to school today?

You look really pretty in it and then we can go for ice cream when daddy gets back okay?”

She instantly replied

“Okay daddy”

 

“Okay my love. Give the phone to mummy”

I heard her walking and then Janet was back on

“She ready to go now?”

Janet asked

I replied

“Stop at Safeway and pickup 12 cup cakes for her class. Give her the blue dress I bought last month and you’re good to go.”

She chimed back

“Sure.

Anything else?

And when are you coming home?”

I sighed and replied

“Tomorrow night.

Get her to school on time. They do circle first thing in the morning”

I ended the call and dropped my phone Tanya came up behind me and pressed her cold breasts on my back and said

“Everything okay?”

I nodded and then she said

“You know that was supposed to be me?”

I turned to my left side and kissed her as I said

“I know love. I know”

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Ruins 4

Ruins 4

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Body by Niia

 

Tony and I had been driving down from a friend’s party and we were arguing in the car.

“Tiff, you know this is dumb right?”

he said

I replied

“You think how I feel is dumb?

How am I not surprised???

You’re always trying to minimize how I feel”

 

He cut in again as he made a turn at the traffic light and said

“I’m not saying you’re not allowed to feel that way but I’m saying why is this a thing right now? I told you I hadn’t even seen her in over three years!”

I looked over and yelled back

“It doesn’t matter!

Whatever. Just don’t talk to me!”

He sighed and continued driving without responding to me. We sat there in awkward silence as we made our way home. A few minutes had passed and he still wasn’t talking to me so I yelled out

“So you’re really not going to say anything?!”

 

He turned towards me and had this puzzled look on his face that basically said

“This chick is CRAZY!”

He pulled over to the side of the road and he stepped out. He walked around the car to my side and then he got down to my sitting level and gave me a big hug. I was kind of confused but it seemed to calm me down a bit.

He kissed me on my cheek and said

“You’re so cute”

He walked back around to the driver’s side of the car and entered.

I knew he had nothing to do with the girl. I was just being a pain. Well, I just wanted his attention and for him to hear me out. I had seen the whole interaction between the two of them.

The girl arrived at the party and she came to say hi to him. He even introduced me to her as his girlfriend but I still felt a way about it.

 

I think I felt a bit threatened because they had been together for 5years before we got together. I think I felt like their connection might have been stronger than ours.

Explaining it now, I think I was just being childish but the point is Tony almost always managed to stay cool.

After all he had just done, I made an ill-timed joke that set him off. It was one of the few jokes I ever made that rubbed him off the wrong way.

I said

“You’re over here kissing me when she’s probably over there plotting how she’s going to win you back”

I had a smile on my face as I turned to look at him and he had a heart-piercing glare.

Silence.

Then he said

“why would you even say that?”

I knew I was wrong but I was too stubborn to admit it. So I continued as I said

“I can’t make a joke anymore?!

You know it’s only not funny to you if you know it’s true!”

“True??? True???

Are you freaking serious right now???”

He was heated and then he went off on a rant. Just calling out all my wrong doings he could remember. For a few minutes, he just went off!

I was silent and in shock at his reaction. And he kept going off until a police officer who had pulled up behind us, came over to my side of the car.

He waved us down and I rolled my window down. Tony was huffing and puffing.

Angry.

The officer asked if we were okay and if I was safe.

He asked Tony to step out of the vehicle, which he did.

 

They walked to the back of the vehicle and Tony was asked to sit on the pavement. The officer was speaking him to just like I was being interrogated when I was picked up from the school.

That was the closest I had ever gotten with the law, until today.

….

 So miss, could you disclose your whereabouts from lunchtime at the school yesterday?

I took a deep breath and said,

“I would like my lawyer please”

The detective sat back in his seat and said

“Well, that might lead me to thinking you had something to do with it?”

 

I shrugged.

He said

“Your attitude right now is going a long way to conveying your innocence. You’re totally working it”

I looked at him and smiled

“You guys came down to my job to get me. I have cooperated fully and I am seated here while you try to assume I am not being honest.

So I won’t be answering anymore questions till my lawyer gets here.”

I relaxed in my seat as he scoffed and got up to leave.

I began to think to myself. How was this all happening then?

How on earth did I become a suspect?

I figured that my looking into the kid on the database and my connection to his father might have given them reason for concern.

I wanted to explain what had actually happened but I didn’t trust the system; the same one that failed to bring my Tony’s killer to proper justice. I was not going to leave myself vulnerable for them.

 

I felt I was doing a fair job in regulating myself when the door opened. It was the detective, he had this assured look about him as he sat down across from me and said

“Ms Sanders, if I were you, I would have spoken up earlier because right now, it might already be too late for you.

I just got word from the hospital; the boy is dead”

 

I slumped back into my seat. I felt like I had been punched countless times in my stomach.

It literally felt like the wind was knocked out of me.

 

He leaned in across the table and said

 “Now is when you start talking, you just went 0-100. From a few years in jail to the rest of your life on a murder charge. Lawyer or not, I would start talking”

I looked up at him with no words to pass through my open mouth. This was not how this was supposed to go.

He was not supposed to die.

All I could think was What The Heck Man

………

There was so much fear in me. All the worst thoughts were going through my mind.

What was I now supposed to say?

How was I meant to defend myself?

I finally gathered the words

 

“I didn’t do it.

And you know I didn’t do it. Yes I looked up the kid because his father killed my fiancé and useless officers of the law like yourself did nothing about it.

So instead of accusing me of being a killer, how about you go and bring the actually killers to justice???”

 

I had just finished when the door opened and my lawyer walked. I was washed with relief.

I looked up at him as he handed a sheet of paper to the detective and said

 

“My client is done here.

This is the blood work from the hospital on the little boy. The report states that he was hospitalized due to a severe allergic reaction to what he ate at another child’s house after school.
The school obviously did not serve it to the child and my client had nothing to do with it. So if there is nothing else, we’d be leaving now”

He was surprised as he read scanned the paper over. Then he said

“Give me a minute. I need to confirm this”

he got up and exited the room, shutting the door behind him. My lawyer sat down and said

“Sorry about all this Tiffany, how are you holding up?”

I was still surprised by the boy’s death but I scoffed and replied

“Much better since you got here”

He smiled as he set his briefcase on the ground and said

“Don’t worry you’ll be out of here any moment.”

I looked at him and fed off his confidence but I was still concerned

“So what happened to the boy?”

I asked.

“Apparently he…”

The door swung open and the detective walked in and said

“Story checks out. You’re free to go”

I looked at my lawyer and then back at the detective as I rose from my seat. I walked out of the door.

When we got to the lobby, he offered to give me a ride home and I was about to accept the offer and then I noticed Chris.

Chris was Tony’s partner when they were working on their project. I hadn’t seen him in 5years.

“Hello Tiffany”

I just stood and stared.

 …..

 “Oh my God!

How long has it been Chris?”

I exclaimed as I stepped back from the hug I gave him.

He continued to smile sheepishly. Like that look you have on your face when your grandpa who speaks a language you cannot speak asks you why you never call.

“It’s been a minute, I know. Do you have a minute, so we can catch up?

I can drop you off at home if you don’t mind”

Mind?

How would I?

Tony saw Chris as a brother. He was practically family to me.

“Sure thing!”

I got into the car and we drove towards my house. The conversation was light as we got caught up. We talked careers, life post Tony for both of goals, upcoming plans, such and us.

We pulled up in front of my place. Chris reached for the ignition and turned the car off.

He rolled down the window and began by saying

“I know you have spent a lot of time in the past few years trying to make sense of it all.

But I’m here to shed some light onto certain things”

I was listening so attentively now with my eyes glued to his lips.

He continued

“5years ago, while Tony and I went over to meet with the council members for the preliminary meeting before we presented our proposal.

At that meeting, even though we had taken into account all their requests, they completely shut down our proposal.

Tony and I were furious. As we were leaving the hall that evening, we were called into a private meeting with some of the policy makers. It was in that meeting that Tony and I were told to remove and replace certain things in our proposal for it to pass.

Tony and I initially disagreed but they were very clear in letting us know that without the changes, all our work would be in vain.

I understood Tony’s frustration after all, we had poured our hearts and souls into it.

He was pissed even more because their asking us to modify the plan to fit their agenda highlighted the fact that they knew it was the right plan.”

Chris paused and looked at me before continuing

“I spent the next roughly six weeks trying to convince Tony to change his mind. I kept trying to let him know that all we needed to do was at least get into the room first and then over time, we could demand more. 

Tony wasn’t having it. He wanted a fair shot he deserved in implementing change.

I spoke to one of the policy makers where I expressed Tony’s reluctance to compromise.

It was a few days later that Tony was gone.

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to understand what had happened.”

 

I now had a concerned look on my face. Why is this sounding like Chris had something to do with Tony’s murder? I thought to myself

He continued

 

“I had agreed to just roughen him up a bit. Carlos?

Yeah, that’s where he came in.

What happened next we have both lived with for years.

But I got tired of fighting the system. All my life’s work and some people would still not let us sit at the table. I had to join them.

I regret it everyday because we lost Tony.

And I know Carlos did it but it is one of the prices paid in life, he might never directly pay for it but it’s happened”

 

I was stunned.

I had thought of various scenarios for years. Continuously, I was asking questions and trying to understand how Tony was a target that night.

And here was Tony’s partner telling me he had a hand in it! After everything I had been through. I was angry.

I opened the door and got out.

 

I was walking up my driveway as my eyes began to fill up. I knew I was going to cry and then I heard him say

“Tiffany”

I stopped and slowly turned around and he said

“Don’t try to be a hero and go up against them. They are very powerful people and connected in high places. How do you think I knew you were at the station? 

You have some closure when it comes to Tony now.

Let him go and move on with your life”

Who did he think he was to be giving me advice?

I turned around and began walking up the driveway again.

My eyes were swollen. I was fiddling with my keys to my place and then I just broke down.

Tears.

I just sat down on the floor and the tears streamed down my face.

.   .   .   .   .

 It was a new week but the pain still lingered.

I was missing Tony even more no but more importantly, I could not shake off the words that Chris had said to me.

There was not a single way for me prove anything he had told me. I tried to muster the strength to fight the “system” but I knew it would probably wear me out or I would end up like Tony.

I had been shutting out the whole world for almost three days.

I returned to the school on the fourth day. I had called the principal to inform him that I was quitting. I could not risk the possibility of the incident with the kid following me while I tried to work.

That day I took the bus as usual, making my usual stop at the cemetery before heading to the school.

 

When I arrived at the school, I chatted with some of the teachers as the kindergarteners played in the yard.
I observed while I waited for the principal to attend to me.

And then it happened, when I least expected it.

 

One of the little girls ran across the yard towards her friend. While she was running, another boy was running towards a separate point.

All the adults watching saw what was about to happen like a director in the cut. And then boom!

They smashed into each other. The girl coming off worse and bruising her knee, she immediately began crying.

She got up and walked over to the teachers and reported the incident to us.

She was crying as a little ice pack was applied to her knee. And while she was still being attended to, she became restless and wanted to get back to playing.

A few seconds later, off she was, pulling some other kid to play a game or something. She was hobbling a bit but her heart was set on having a great time again.

That was when I knew what I needed to do. It had been enough time and I had to let Tony go. Just like that little girl did not allow the pain cripple her.

 

The bell went off shortly after and the principal emerged from his meeting with my belongings.

We talked for a bit. The school had just buried the young boy that died.
We briefly talked about the burial and having to close school for two days to have it. I asked him for the location of the burial site incase I ever wanted to pay my respects.

I informed him that I was taking the time off to refocus myself and fall in love with service again. I also let him know that I would be considering writing all the happenings but I wasn’t sure what that would even look like.

He thanked me for all my work and service. I was wrapping up with him when Michael called me.

“…at the school.”

I said as he asked about my whereabouts

“Can I come and pick you up?”

 

he asked hopeful. This was the first call I had answered since talking with Chris.

“Yes Michael, yes you can.”

I smiled as I ended the call.

He arrived about ten minutes later and I got into the car.

We greeted each other and then I asked him

“Can you please take me somewhere?”

He agreed and within minutes we were pulling up to the cemetery. I got out of the car and walked to a spot so familiar to me.

I stopped in front of it and I smiled as I spoke

“You gave me hope when all I had known was pain

You came into my life and after you’ve left

It hasn’t been the same

You showed me love in a new way

With each day I wish I could have done the same

But that is the testament to how great you were

Your impact was more important to you than the reward

Even if you weren’t there

Tony,

I hope your heart hears me as I cry

And I pray you continue to watch over me from afar

My love for you will never die

And I can promise to never try

But today I let you rest

You will always have a chunk of my heart

But I have to let you out of my chest

Through you

Life put me to a test

I am grateful

No matter What The Heck Man

You will always be my best

Thank you for loving me”

I wiped the bit of tears that were forming and dripping out of my eyes. I turned around and walked back to the car.

I arrived and opened the door, as I sat down, Michael asked

“Everything good?”

I was trying to fight back my tears. I began wiping of my tears when I realized that I was still clutching the scarf; the one Tony gave me on the night we first met.

I stared at it for about 30 seconds before I yanked the door open and I began running back into the cemetery.
I could hear Michael behind me yelling my name

“Tiffany…. Tiffany!”

I kept running. The wind in my hair, the tears on my face; I ran.

A few turns and I was there.

Now I was fully crying as I got down on my knees and I wept.

I felt a huge release flush out of me. It needed to happen.

I placed the scarf on the tombstone. I kissed my hand and touched it on the head of the tombstone. I turned around to walk away but then I looked back one last time. The headstone read

“Albert Reira

2007-2014”

He deserved to rest in peace too.

The End

Life throws curve balls all the time. You can build up the best castle and somehow life turns it down to mere rubble.

But do you sit there and let it cause you to wobble and struggle?

Or will you stand up and show the world you are able?

I wrote the “Ruins” series for those with plans. Those who feel they have struck out from the repeated curve balls life throws at them.

It is not always down to you. Sometimes you have done all you need to do. And you should be getting all you deserve but things happen.

Also be wary of people like “Chris” in your life. They seem to want to build the same with you but do they.

Be careful for those whole claim to be foremen on your project but are secretly orchestrating your downfall. Cutting corners to greatness is settling for a legacy that won’t stand time.It took Tiffany five years to get over the situation around Tony but she did. Today, I challenge you to start rebuilding today. Rebuild from loss, heartbreak, betrayal, depression, loss of jobs, changes in career, uncertainty. BUILD ANEW.

Find the right cornerstone and start building. Pull from the rubble if need be, create the castle of your dreams and do not be stuck being a homeless tenant to your Ruins.

 

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Ruins 3

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Confusion.

Connections.

Surprise

Anger

I weaved through each emotion trying to navigate the depths of them. I was trying to stay focused as my classroom filled up with my students.

I was distracted.

I began to think about the case. The developments that happened around that time still remained vivid in my memory.

I assigned some group work to my students and I sat back at my desk.

The class worked as I sat there and wondered.

Questions flooded my head.

“Could it really be his son?”

“How?” “Why?”

 That boy was a beautiful boy. You know how certain people tell new parents that their children are cute but it isn’t always so.

This boy had a smile that would captivate any heart. So carefree and honest, it was a shame that he came to represent pain, sadness and loss in my life.

I couldn’t help but imagine if he was somehow connected to the killer, Carlos.

I began to imagine, how would he feel if he lost what mattered to him the most too?

Revenge thoughts have filtered through my head over the years but I had always been able to push it aside but today, I was feeling it in me.
Could it have been fate that caused me to end up meeting the boy?
Was I entitled to reacting?
Any feelings I had towards the boy were not his fault; they were Carlos’.

Even though Carlos was arrested that night around the crime scene and he ended up in jail, it was not because of the murder.

They somehow could not tie that to him. It seemed like everyone knew it was Carlos that did it but nobody had any proof.

He was eventually busted on a felony drug charge a few months after his release. I was not satisfied with it but I viewed it as some form of closure.

Like the universe was ensuring that I would not go away empty handed?

Carlos was serving 10years but for the murder, he could have been put away for much more. Potentially 25years to life in prison but that didn’t happen.

I spent many nights wishing him dead and hoping that everyone in his family would never know peace but there was his son. Or so I thought he was.

I rolled over the mouse on my table and the laptop came alive.
I logged on and headed for the school’s database.

The database was double locked with a unique user id that stored your information whenever you logged in.
I searched his name and it came up. I pulled up his EIR (Enrollment Intake Record), this was a form that every student had to fill out at the beginning of every school year.

It had parent’s names, addresses, allergies, emergency contacts and other information like immunization records and such.
I line where it said

“Father’s name”

And it was blank.

Fuck!

I looked at his mothers name and it was filled out with her address and phone number.

I immediately copied her name and went to google.

I typed in her name

“Yzabella Domingues married to…”

And one of the web pages pulled it up. It read

“Yzabella Domingues and Carlos Reira married…”

That was it for me.
I got chills running down my spine. I

had the child of the man that murdered the love of my life somewhat in my care but I couldn’t do anything about it.

I was still surprised and somewhat confused when an emotion very familiar to me came over me.

Anger and then I went numb.

.     .     .     .     .

That Friday, with everything that was going on, I left work earlier than usual because it was a minimum day.

The students got out of school that day at 1:30pm instead of the usual 2:50pm. I headed into the parking lot and there was Michael standing next to his car.

He was in town for a few days.
We had planned to grab lunch before the things I had discovered and even though my mind was not in the best space, I felt that I needed to keep the “date”

After all, I figured that I might actually feel better from spending time with him and talking about things other than my current situation.

He gave me a big hug and said with a huge smile on his face

“You look even better every time I see you”

I smiled back as he held open the door for me to get in. I sat down and he shut it.
In the car, we began to catch up.

“How was your day?”

He asked with his left hand on the steering wheel and his other hand floating around from his lap to his beard and back.

For a quick second, I actually recognized that Michael was very attractive.

He was self assured, confident and always seemed to smile.

I guess I truly had a thing for men with beautiful teeth and accompanying smiles.

“My day was…. Ummm interesting to say the least”

As I remembered my interaction with the kid and my discovery

My phone buzzed. It was an email from the school.

I got tons of those all the time so I ignored it. After all, my weekend had begun.

He glanced over, smiled again and said

“I can imagine, working with all those kids.

I actually commend you; I assume it must take a lot of work to be an educator. Props to you”

I nodded as I soaked in the compliment. A bit more of small talk and we were pulling into the restaurant parking lot.

For whatever reason, I was just a bit more observant.

Ladies know what I’m talking about.

I was looking at his nails, his beard, the way the words flew off his tongue, his overall presence.

Something had clicked.

I remember clicking back into the moment as he finished calling out the order to the waitress.

“We’ll have the avocado rolls and the some water with lemon for the lady…”

I smiled and thanked him for calling the order.

We continued to talk as we waited for our food. The food arrived and we dug in.

The talking reduced as we ate, I remember him teasing me about always wanting to eat of other’s plates as I asked to try his food.

We had just finished the food when he sat back and said

“So… Tiffany, I asked you out today because I obviously wanted to get to stare at your beautiful face but I also wanted to discuss something kinda important to me.”

I looked at him expecting something drastic like he was expecting a baby or something and then he said

“I’m moving back.”

I smiled sheepishly not really knowing what that meant and he looked at me and smiled, then he said

“My company is branching out into providing top tier tutoring and mentoring services for youth. So we have bought a few programs in the area. The plan is to streamline the programs to serve all ages and even college services too. And I am in charge of getting it all going”

I wasn’t sure what it all meant but I was proud of him

“Michael, that’s really cool. Congratulations.

Wow, I’m so proud of you. You’ve always been the driver of great things anyway”

The waitress came with my glass of wine I had ordered and placed it on the table as he said

“Thanks dear. But that’s not all”

I looked at him like “what else?”

He smiled and said

“One of the biggest factors that allowed me to take the job is you. I want this… us.. to become more. I want to put more effort and time into being here for you”

I was smiling but I was nervous on the inside. It was a very sweet gesture but the truth was that I was hesitant because it meant that I had to let go of Tony.

I wasn’t sure I was ready for that just yet.

He looked at me and said

“You obviously don’t have to make any type of decision right now but I just wanted you to know before anyone else.”

I thanked him for the courtesy.

Then he said

“Oh! Remember Tony’s partner, Chris, we are working closely with him too.

Word came out the other day through the grapevine that some of the policymakers had hired people and paid bribes to prevent Tony and Chris’ programs from coming into voting back then.

Some of them are on indefinite suspensions while they are investigated.”

That changed my mood but I tried not to think about.
Maybe Carlos was one of the people hired by the policy makers? Was Tony murdered to prevent his work from going into effect?

I began to think about it because Tony’s work was actually put on hold for over a year after his murder.

That would answer the motive question perfectly after all these years but I still had no proof.

So it was all in my head.

Michael said

“Tiffany, you okay?”

I shook myself back and said

“Yes.. yes.. I’m good”

I actually flashed a smile. Somehow, this man was growing on me. I was worrying less when I was with him.

.    .    .     .     .

I have had a very emotional and overwhelming week. Been hugely in my feelings as I come to terms with certain realities and decisions I have made.
This has been my outlet. Writing for you all has given me something to look forward to. I hope you enjoy Ruins 3 and please comment. Your interactions keep me going. I swear.
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.     .     .     .     .

There was nothing special about this Monday. I had seen Michael again, the day before but that was about it.

My regular trip to the cemetery and I was on the way to work.

I got off the bus at my usual stop; a block from the school.

I turned into the coffee shop where I picked up a cup once in a while. About 5 minutes later, I emerged with my cup of white mocha.

The sun was out very early that day and it was very comforting and inspiring since we rarely got a lot of those in the area. I had Tony’s scarf was tied to the corner of my purse.

I walked into the school campus as I weaved through the cars and students being dropped off by various guardians and school buses.

I remember scanning my keycard to get into the back of the building. This side was only accessible by staff.

Up the stairs and I was standing in front of my class as my students flooded in. Faces glued to their cell phones and devices, I just watched in amazement as well all waited for the bell to go off.

The bell rung and phones began to disappear as their heads raised and they glued their eyes to me. I greeted the class as I said

“good morning class. How are you doing today?”

Many responded while some others were still glued to their phones.

“Okay let’s put everything away and get to work.

Kyle, please put your phone away.”

I said as I walked towards the window to open one of the blinds properly. The phone in the classroom rang, I turned and looked at it as the eyes of the students followed and glued to the phone.

These calls were usually to report that a student was running late, or coming through the hall to class, so that the teacher could look out for he or she till they made it to the classroom.

 “Everyone please pull out your history books while discuss the causes behind World War II”

I continued talking as I walked to the phone.

I picked up the phone and said

“Hello”

The voice on the other end was the principal

“Good morning Ms. Sanders.

Could you please come down to the office, there are some people here to talk to you”

“Oh okay. Who will be standing in for me here?”

I replied to him

“Ms. Beale is on her way there.”

He responded

I said okay as I placed the phone back on the receiver.

“Everyone, Ms. Beale will be here for a little while. I have to run down to the office to handle some stuff. Keep working on the WW2 project”

Right on cue as I turned to my left, Ms. Beale was standing in the doorway.

We exchanged pleasantries and I was on my way to the office.

I arrived at the principals office shortly after and as I walked in, I noticed two gentlemen sitting down in front of him.

They all stood up as I walked into the room. I noticed the men were dressed in suits and they introduced themselves.

“Detectives Walsh and Matherson”

I shook their hands as I sat down.

“Ms. Sanders, we are here because we wanted to ask you some questions regarding the recent incident that led to one of the students here, Albert Reira ending up in the hospital over the weekend. It was classified as a poisoning“

I just sat there and said nothing as he continued to explain. I glanced at the principal and then back at the detective speaking

“Due to the connection between the student’s father Carlos and your unsolved murder case of your fiancé. We looked into you a bit. And we noticed you accessed the student database to look up the student shortly before the incident
The fact that you also work so closely with the student, given the circumstances, you are viewed as a person of interest.

So we would like if you could come downtown to answer some questions for us. If you don’t mind”

The principal was now staring at me as if to say

“defend yourself!” but I had nothing to say. There was nothing really that I wanted to say. They already had their mind made up about me, so I decided to leave it in that moment.

Or maybe I was just confused and taken aback by the whole situation. I sat there silently for a minute and then said

“Can somebody bring my purse from the classroom and can I leave with you all from the garage?

I do not want any rumors started by leaving through the front of the school”

I wasn’t hand cuffed nor was I followed from behind. The detectives walked in front and beside me as we approached the car in the garage. Some teachers were already outside and watching, I believe they were on their breaks and someone from the front office had told them.

I sat down in the back of the car and I placed my head down. I couldn’t tell you why it happened but the looks on all the faces of the other teachers said it all and you know it too

All I could say was. #WhatTheHeckMan

Did Tiffany do it?

If you had been the one in her shoes, what would you have done?

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Ruins 2

Ruins 2

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Youth by Dee Faisal

 

Tiffany,

 Today the world stops to acknowledge love

But I take a moment to thank God above

It’s you

He reached down and blessed me with you

My love for you is true

And I can’t imagine happiness without you

I can’t promise you there won’t be lows

But I can promise you that we’ll never be alone

I’ll always be your support

Completing your every thought

Fulfilling all your wants

Pushing you to dream for more

With you

I will never be gone

Your ruling in my life

I will always lead you back to it

Back to your throne

You are my Queen

Happy Valentine’s Day my love

 

 

Tony.

 2:14am

My mind was troubled by the emptiness. I just lay there in the dark room.

A few rays of light sneaking into the room from the right side of the space.

I was lying on my side of the bed with my back to the window.

I would occasionally drift towards sleep but it was too dark on the other side.

 I worried about where my mind would go if I closed my eyes. The memories my brain would tap into. I wasn’t ready and I didn’t know when I would be.

Silence.

I could hear myself breathing as the night continued it’s daily appearance and reminder of my emptiness.

It was a bit colder that night. It was 3 days after Tony has left me.
Broken promises he made to me.

He had promised me that I would never feel this.
Again.

He looked into my eyes and told me that he would never leave. He would be there to protect me.

He promised.

 

I found myself conflicted between feeling sadness and emptiness to addressing feelings of anger.

I sometimes became mad at him because he was perfect.

He was by far the best I ever had. In many ways than one, he completed me.

And it had taken me so long to find someone like him.

Someone that truly understood me without reservations

He truly took on my baggage and the extra I came with and did not charge me for any of it.

 

There was no fairytale love story about how we met, or whether I put him on this wild goose chase that most women put men on.

Our first interaction was very simple and direct.

I had just gotten out of a horribly draining relationship and earlier that night, I had sworn off men.

I was sitting in bed at my friend’s apartment when I had been watching classic movies and eating beef patties.

I was just fattening myself up. I couldn’t understand why the guy I had just broken up with, was such an asshole.

Cheating on me and then somehow trying to make it my fault?

After I gave him everything???

Selfish!

 

I made a plan to become more selfish and focus more on growing myself.

I was so done with men.

I was saying things like

 “all men are the same.”

“They are all dogs”

“I will never open my heart to another man”

“I’m just going to be cold from now on”

 Classic.

I was in my anti men state when my friend Laura walked into her apartment.

She stopped in the doorway and just stared at me.

No words.

Just staring.

Slowly smiles covered both our faces and she said

 “Get up! We’re going out”

 she shut  the door with the back of her right leg and placed her handbag on the floor.

I replied with a full mouth as I slid under the covers

 “Nooo… I’m not”

 She was now standing by the island in the kitchen. She was pouring herself a glass of wine.

She downed the glass in one go and said

 “When I left this morning, you were laying right there.

And I’m pretty sure you haven’t even moved since I left; unless to get food because you love food too much.

We are going out tonight! I have had a day and we need to let loose. I am calling Jessica too”

 Jessica was the life of the party and she for sure was not going to let me stay home. I picked myself and ran out of the living room in my sweats as Laura laughed at me.

 The plan was to grab some drinks at a local bar before proceeding to this new club downtown.

We were all covered in our coats, with our skimpy dresses underneath; drinking away and laughing. I had scanned the room when we first walked in and I felt there were not many attractive men in the room. Besides, I didn’t need any nor did I think any would be able to match up to us.

Laura was the social activist and director of the largest homeless shelter in the area, Jessica even with her party ways was surprisingly a killer negotiator for big firms. Her team would get drafted in to broker mega deals but she partied like she was raised on the Jersey Shore.

I was the “modest” one; boring dentist. I love dentistry and a man with great teeth.

I remember joking that night before we left the house that a man with great teeth would probably be my undoing.

I was sipping out of my glass of wine and I can’t even remember what we were talking about when I heard a really deep voice behind me.

I turned to my right where he was standing and I looked up at him.

Such a good-looking man!

I tried to compose myself and before I could speak, he stretched out his hand and in that sexy bass ridden voice, he said

 “My name is Tony. Nice to meet you.”

 And then he did it. He flashed that beautiful smile!

I squeezed my legs together and swallowed hard before stretching out my hand to shake his.

Then he said

“Good evening ladies”

 to Jessica and Laura. He shifted to the fourth chair and said

 “May I sit?”

 I think we were all still in shock but I nodded and he sat down. His eyes were glued on me and I couldn’t help but continue smiling.

Remember that “I’m off men” speech I gave earlier, yeahhhh… It died.

I just wanted to kiss those perfect lips that guarded his amazing teeth and then run my fingers through his beard.

He smiled again and said while looking straight at me

 “So I have 3 questions for you.

One, what’s your name? Are you single?

Two, do you like sushi and jazz and three, when can I pick you up?”

 Now I was smiling too hard and I knew it but you couldn’t blame me. I was so surprised and turned on by his confidence.

I looked over to my friends on my left as if to say

“Is that guy serious?”

 And they looked back with the expression on their faces saying

 “Yes! And you better answer so he can take you out”

 I turned back to him and said

“You know, you actually asked me four questions. Instead of three..

Soooo… you have to pick one to eliminate”

 He smiled and calmly said

 “No.

I want an answer to all 3 or 4”

 

I just couldn’t help it. The way he held his ground and had my friends gazing on the greatness of his beard, I gave in.

There was only a two-week break between my breakup and meeting Tony but I felt like it was so worth it.

 As we left the bar that night and walked into the cold night, I noticed Tony didn’t have a coat on but it was really chilly out.

 “Aren’t you cold?”

 I asked. He smiled and said

 “Not really. I have my scarf and my car is literally right there”

 pointing at a park BMW sitting curbside. The scarf was actually really nice and I said it out loud.

He replied

 “Do you want it?”

 I smiled and before I could answer again, he took it off and placed it around my neck and said

 “It looks better on you.”

 A hug, a goodbye to my friends and we began walking away in opposite directions. I kept turning back to look at him as he faded into the night.

We walked as Laura said

 “What happened to staying away from all men?”

 I smiled and sniffed his scarf that smelled heavenly and said

 “This one came to me”

 

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 Mornings since Tony left brought forth feelings that seemed to conflict within my heart.

Everyday I woke up to the reminder of what I had lost but I would find comfort in my time at the cemetery where I could just cry and hold on to the memories he created with me.

My mother continued to ask me why I would not allow myself to be taken by someone else. Especially since it had been 5 years.

I had changed so much of my life but I still didn’t let go of Tony. I closed my private practice and took up teaching to be around kids.

I changed the layout of almost every room in the house except Tony’s side of the room.

I just couldn’t let go.

People just didn’t understand what Tony was to me. He literally was everything.

My thoughts began and ended with him.

And I was tired of having to answer to people. It was annoying like when the detectives came to talk to me right after Tony died.

 “Ms. Sanders

Can you think of anyone that would have wanted to hurt your fian… Tony?”

 I smiled as the detective corrected himself mid sentence. He must have been thrown off by the engagement ring I was wearing on my finger. I had fallen in love with the ring and begun wearing it.

 “We apprehended a man named Carlos Riera a few blocks away from the crime scene.

Do you know this man?”

 He looked up at me as he slid a picture of the man across the table. I looked up and shook my head to let them know I didn’t know the man.

I still couldn’t imagine anyone trying to hurt Tony.
He was that kind of man so questions like that annoyed me because I felt like they had no answer. And because I had to “help” the detectives, I had to pretend that there might even be the slightest possibility, that someone wanted my Tony dead.

Stupid.

.       .       .      .       .

With each year, the holidays became lonelier.

I was sitting on the bus a day before Valentine’s Day and all the radio was playing was love songs.

I was in hell because I had forgotten my headphones at home and had to listen to the entire lineup on the radio.  Everything was mushy and sweet.
But driving me up a wall as I imagined what Tony would have had planned.

He always had something elaborate planned out and almost every time, it was a surprise.

But I was resigned to just my imagination and clutching on to the old memories we had made.

I arrived at the school and made my way into my classroom like I always do and there was a bouquet of flowers sitting in a vase.

I actually smiled for a second while I read the note; it was from Michael.

 

Michael had been trying to be with me for almost a year. He worked as a management consultant for a Fortune 500 company and was travelling most of the year. In some ways, I felt that made it easier to ignore his advances.

We had gone out a few times so I didn’t seem rude but I just couldn’t give him all of me.

He was a great guy but nobody was Tony.

 I placed the flowers on the side of the table and continued with my day.

It was extended recess and I was on recess duty. Teachers took turns in watching the kids on the playground.

I was walking around the yard when I arrived at a table filled with kids painting Valentine’s Day paintings for their parents.
Some of the pictures were actually really cute. I was watching the kids, focused as they tried to get the mixtures of colors right and ensuring the angles were properly colored in.

It was a joy to behold.

 A boy from the end of the table called out

 “Teacher”

 I looked up and headed over to the kid

 “What’s going on?”

 I asked

He looked up at me and said

 “I ran out of green and I cannot finish coloring in my dad’s name”

 “Aww… Let me see if there is some green on this side.”

 

I replied as I walked to the other side of the table. I ran my hand through two tubs of crayons before I found the right kind of green he needed. I returned and handed it to him.

He said

 “Thank you.”

 I was about to turn away when he said

 “Teacher, you wanna see?”

 Holding it up to me. I obliged with a smile.

It was a nice picture of the boy, his mother and father. I was about to hand it back to him when I looked at the corner of the picture and the name read

 “Albert Riera”

 I looked at the boys face and thought,

 “It couldn’t be”

 I sat down on the bench next to the kid and said

 “Albert?”

 He looked up at me and I said

 “This is a nice picture. Is this your family?”

 He nodded. I smiled and said

 “Aww.. you guys are going to have a nice Valentine’s Day?”

 He bowed his head and shook it. Then he said

 “My mummy is at work but my daddy is in jail.

But.. but… my aunty Lydia is coming to take me and my cousin Ricardo to see Spongebob tomorrow”

 His smile was full. I was struggling to maintain sincerity as I said

 “Awww… I’m sorry to hear about that. “

 “Oh no! Don’t worry, my dad is coming home soon. My mommy told me”

 He chimed in.

I nodded in agreement and without prompting he continued

 “Yeah.. my mommy said my dad had to go away because he got into a fight with someone. But he wont do it again so, and he told me it is not good to fight… so I don’t fight”

 “That’s good Albert.

Always listen to your parents”

 I got up as the bell rang. As he was about to walk away, I asked

 “Albert, how old are you?”

 “I’m am 7. I will be eight in July!”

 He replied with a huge smile as he picked his painting and took off running back to class. I just stood there and stared into space.

I kept telling myself, it couldn’t be.

It just couldn’t.

Or could it?

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“RUINS” 

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Ruins

Ruins

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Raindrops.
The dirt flying up onto my boots
The raindrops forming patterns on the ground as they smacked the Earth

The clouds announced their partnership with thunder.
It was wet.
I moved my right leg and cleared the dirt of the headstone.
This was my ritual.
I was always here. It was like my job.

I bent down and placed the flowers on the headstone. Positioning them to make sure the wind didn’t blow it away.
I came here every morning.
I have missed 18 days in the past five years. And on those days, I hated being away.
This place spoke loss to the world.
This space was where I felt the most complete.

I fixed my scarf. My precious scarf
Holding my umbrella intact over my head.
I looked around and began to walk out.

I arrived at the bus stop right outside the cemetery.
I sat down on the bench and lowered my umbrella. The rain was slowly letting up and the skies clearing.
It was 6.48am.
A few minutes later, the bus arrived.
I got on the bus and I looked at my hands.
Cold.
The bus was empty.
Symbolic of my life, I looked around.
Empty.
Every day, I was reminded of the emptiness that had engulfed my soul. This was my story.
So empty. So dark.
The rain, I hated so much but I was stuck in Seattle.
“Rain City” some called it.
But my heart remained flooded with pain, darkness and emptiness.

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The bus pulled up and I got out.

“Morning Ms Lewis”

“Good morning Ms. T”
Greetings filled the air from the students. I slowly made my way into the building.

“Good morning, Suso”

I greeted one of my students.

“How are you today?”

He looked up to me and smiled.

“I’m okay.”

I cleaned off my shoes and I made my way into the classroom as he followed me closely behind.
I opened the door and the kids flocked in. I placed my umbrella in the corner behind my desk and sat down.
And I took in a deep breath.
It was go time.

I picked out the list and the bell rung.
Class was about to start. I began to take roll in my 7th grade class.

“Jessie
Jacob
Kyle
Bard
Genesis
Tony…”

Tony. I looked up like I always did every day when I called his name. He was not my favourite kid in the class but his name always took me back.
I looked around the class and made eye contact with my favourite kid in the entire school.
Cesar.
Of course, he was in my class.
I continued taking roll and I looked back at the list.
Another deep breath and then the next name

“Rafael”

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The kids were the life, the driving force behind me waking up each day. Through my darkest days, the obligation I had to always show up for them, kept me going.
But they were only half of what I needed.
They filled me up during the day but I always left and the emptiness continued.

I sat in the break room staring at my bowl of Lean Cuisine as it heated up and then my mind drifted.
I rubbed my scarf as I began to think about the most important night in my life.
Sigh.

He looked at me as he dug his fork into the slice of the Oreo Pizookie sitting between us. He cut a piece of it and lifted his head as he directed the fork towards my mouth.
I opened my mouth with a smile expecting delivery of the goods but he swirled his hand around like a parent feeding their child and playing airplane.
The warmth of the cookie hit the back of my mouth as the cooling sensation of the ice cream followed swiftly. Some of it almost dripped out of my mouth as I swung my tongue out to catch it
I looked up and noticed Tony looking at me with his tongue out also as if he was trying to catch the ice cream falling out of my mouth with his tongue.
I smiled and he said

“You’re just too beautiful”

I giggled and tried to hold back from blushing. I replied as I swallowed

“Even when I’m trying to stop ice cream from dripping out of my mouth?”

He beamed a smile back at me and said

“Especially then”

That was Tony. He was always complimenting me.
From the big hugs when I returned sweaty from the gym or early in the morning on my way to work; his words of affection were always warming to my heart.
He made me feel beautiful and made want more of his presence. I just wanted to be with and around him.
The way he looked at me was how I looked at my first pair of red bottoms.
His eyes always seemed to say “I can’t believe you’re actually mine”.

This great man was seated here and making me feel special – when I tried to understand it, I never understood it.
I just accepted the fact that this was my luck that a man so assured in himself and open to loving me, held nothing back as he drowned himself in me.

“When are you going to the County with the proposal?”

I asked and waited for a response as he chowed down the slice of pie in his mouth.

“We’re going in on Monday morning.
8 o’clock”

He licked his fork and then said

“I’m actually kinda nervous but I’m sure they will see the work we have done and something positive will come out of it.
Even if we don’t push it through, just ensuring that the process of creating opportunities for those kids is enough reward”

I actually felt my heartstrings pulled. What The Heck Man

“Babe, you know you’re amazing and the work you have done is everything and more.
3 years of research and all that preparation, I am sure you will do great.
And when you do, you can come over and I’ll make your fav. And then we can do that thing you like, you know… with the baby oil?
Yeah.. we can do that
Or we can do that first and then eat, whatever you prefer”

I winked at him and he smiled back. This was the man I wanted to spend my life with.
Dedicated to changing the lives of kids in the inner city. For the last 3 years, he worked with the teachers and lawmakers to approve funding for underprivileged kids to get after-school programs.
The meeting on Monday was to present the final findings that highlighted the importance of art, music, sports and tutoring in the lives of kids. I was always so turned on when he talked about the work but motivated by his progress each day at the same time.
I wanted to create greatness with him.
Without a shadow of doubt in my heart, this man had all of me. I just hoped he knew that every day.

The hostess returned with the check as she began to clear our used plates off the table. He picked it up and looked at it.
It was his birthday; he knew I wasn’t going to allow him to pay for it. I glared at him and he said

“Calm down love. I was just checking our total”

I smiled as he flashed that gorgeous smile of his at me one more time and placed the folder on the table. I picked it up and opened it up, placing my card in it before placing the folder back on the table.

We were looking at each other when he stretched his hand across the table and reached out to me. He placed my hand in his and he slowly said

“This was the best birthday ever. Thank you for everything baby. I love you.”

“You’re welcome my love”

I was beaming so hard. And my stomach was turning with happiness and all.
I was so in love.
Then he said

“Can we stop somewhere on our way home. I need to show you something”

I looked up at him as he was now standing. Like can you believe this man?

“Is this a surprise?”

He smiled and said cheekily

“Maybe”

I couldn’t believe it but this was my man. Surprises on his own birthday!
He was never big on his birthday but the fact that he had something set up for me was just crazy.
Another wave of excitement washed over me. I got up and he helped me with my coat.
We walked out of the restaurant into the night with the remainder of his cake. In my right hand and he held my left hand in his right hand.
We just trudged slowly towards his car. When we arrived at the car, he walked with me to my side of the car and opened my door.
I lowered myself into the car and he closed the door.
He walked back to the car to the driver’s side of the car. He was about to get into the car when a man walked up and said

“Sir”

I assumed it was just a homeless guy asking for money, so I was about to get on my phone. I knew that he was going to pull out his wallet and give him some money and we would be on our way.
He responded and said

“Yes”

The man said nothing as he came closer to Tony. I don’t think for a second Tony was afraid of the man or worried about his safety.
The man continued to approach with the hoodie covering his head and his hand in the pockets.
Tony turned around into the car and asked me

“Babe, do you have any cash?”

I said yes and began to reach into my wallet for it when Tony turned around and just liked that.
He was on the ground.
Clutching the open driver’s side, he had shock written all over his face.
He had been stabbed.
It all happened so quickly and the man had turned around and was running off.
I jumped out of the car and ran towards him.
He was bleeding out and I didn’t know what to do.
His mouth was closed as he stared at me with his eyes wide open.
He had fear written all over his face and I couldn’t make it go away.
I remembered things I had seen on TV shows and I used my scarf to stop the bleeding.
He was totally silent as he slipped away.
I began to yell

“Someone help!
Please call 911. My boyfriend has been stabbed!”

Someone from the other end of the parking lot started running towards us. Seconds after the sound of sirens on the ambulance filled the air.

“Tony, don’t leave me. Please hold on.
Please baby. Please!”

The ambulance arrived and the EMT’s came to attend to him as I clutched his hand. The whole time I never let go of his hand.
I just held on tight.
That was the tightest I have ever held on to anything in my life.
He was lifted into the back of the ambulance and I sat next to him.
He was bleeding so much and I continued to talk to him.

“Tony, you’re going to be okay. Just hold on baby”

My eyes glued to him. I couldn’t lose him.
I just could not imagine my life without him.
Please, Lord. I begged.
I just needed him to be better. I needed him in my life.
He was a huge part of my life.
He was my everything and it was clear to me that I was all of his.
We pulled into the hospital parking and as they were about to lift him out of the back when he said with the little breath he had

“Stop”

I looked down at him and said

“Babe, we are here already. Hold on.”

They lifted him out of the back of the ambulance and wheeled him into the hospital. I was on my heels running barefooted with the gurney as they wheeled him into the OR.
We pulled up into the OR and they were about to start working on him. They didn’t ask me to leave or let go of his hand.
He struggled to keep his eyes open. And then he squeezed my hand a little tighter.
He opened his eyes, looked at me and said

“Tiffany, I love you with all my heart”

That was it.
That was the last he said
That was the last thing my heart felt.
That was when I died too.

There were no tears. Just shock.
I slowly let go of his hand as they began trying to revive him.
I walked over like a zombie and I sat down. My right hand was shaking.
And my left hand clutched on to my scarf that was soaked in his blood.
I just sat there.
Stunned.
Shocked.
Lost.
Empty.
Dead.

I must have just lost the greatest gift God had given me. At that time, I hadn’t even processed the stabbing and all.
All I was thinking was that Tony, the love of my life- My everything was gone.
Taken away from me, one day after the celebration of his birth.
It hurt and I just sat there.
It must have been about 15 minutes of sitting there as they tried thing after thing. Eventually, they pronounced him dead.
I saw the nurses in the OR come out one by one with this solemn look on their faces.
As if they were saying, “I’m sorry” without opening their mouths.

I still wasn’t crying. I just stared into space.
And then the charge nurse walked up to me and sat down next to me. She held my hand and handed a box to me along with some of his other belongings.
I slowly opened the box and it was an engagement ring.
I looked at her and she looked at me with her eyes filling up.
And then I broke.
Tears.

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Behind The Writer

Behind The Writer

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     This is where I show myself to you and in return I find more of me.

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24 Truths Behind the Writer

  1. I am super sensitive. Don’t judge me jare.

And I overthink everything. This right here is the source of my many heartaches.

  1. I love plantain than some people. Lol

This sounds really bad butttttttt IDFWU! So I love my dodo( plantain) more!

Like I really wont share with you. Addiction you say?

Maybe.

But go and fry your own!

  1. I studied Psychology in Undergrad and I’m currently paying out of my left pinky toe for my MBA.
  2. I am the first of 4 children.

I adore them all and I will do anything to see them great.

  1. My best friend is the only person that has seen the depths of my fears and never judged me.

My mother is also everything to me. Love her to bits.

  1. I am SCARED OF CATS. I HATE THEM. Their eyes just always look like witchcraft!
  2. I hate scary movies.

Well because they scare me but also if they are not Nigerian scary movies, I don’t believe they are real. Soooo pass please

  1. I graduated high school at 15. It’s not the age I finished that matters, its just to let you know that, it was the year struggle departed from my life under the anointing. Lol. Early that year, I had finished last in my class during the first term. Only because came late from America and joined them on the last day of October.
  2. I wear socks ALL THE TIME.
    The easiest way for me to get sick is by catching a cold from either exposing my head or my feet. So I wear a pair of socks always and my beanie is never too far away from me.
  3. I HATE soggy rice or leftovers. I cook what I need and I hate when stuff goes into the fridge.
  4. I absolutely enjoy pleasuring my partner. I will eat it all.
    Wet and soaked, moisturize my beard. Please and thank you.
  5. I sleep closest to the door whenever I share a bed with anyone I’m with. Some protective instinct jargon lol.

Na lie! I just love being close to the door, incase a bush baby comes. I will be first one out of the door!

  1. I love writing. I write all the time.

And I love creating new material for you all.

  1. My favorite color is burgundy. But my favorite color to wear is black.
  2. I hate borrowing people money. I would rather give it to you than borrow you the money. Because I hate having to ask for it back. Even though its mine.
  3. I have had sex in a plane before. Lol.
    Don’t try this at home. Well, you would need a plane to make that happen. Lol
  4. I love strawberry flavored products but fresh strawberries themselves?

Not the biggest fan of. Well unless I’m feeding it to… lol nah never mind. J

  1. I am hopeless romantic. I go the extra mile to make my woman feel special.
    I can sometimes over do it. #StopTheBashingOfNigerianMen as not being romantic!
  2. I am the 36th grandchild on my mother’s side and they used to tease me for being a king bedwetter. One time, I wet the bed and it literally made the map of Africa! As my cousins, they can verify.
  3. I am a MANCHESTER UNITED fan.
    Next level stuff. I take their statuses personal. When they win, I’m winning. When they lose, well, don’t talk to me.
  4. I love wearing suits. It’s just a problem lol.
    Blame my father. The man has impeccable taste.
  5. I went to Mayflower School in Nigeria and then Redeemer’s High School.
    My juniors punished me on my first day of school. I still want to kill those boys!
  6. I am extremely impatient.

But I am trying in 2015 to be slower to anger and a better listener.
Try not to dismiss people that I care about.

BEING MORE PRAYERFUL.

  1. My birthday is on the 31st. I will be accepting boxes of plantain, shoes from Aldo, suits from anywhere with nice fitted suits. And I don’t mind being flown out to cities with warm weather. 

 

 

 

Top Songs

  1. Deeper by Marvin Sapp

This song speaks life to me and to my situation. Only one that is in a fixed spot

  1. Gbono Feli Feli (Dbanj Sample) by M.I Abaga

When Ifeanyi and I start with this song! Too hype!

  1. The Box by Tay Aiwar

Just takes you to a place.

  1. Sing by Ed Sheeran

You just can’t sing this song without being happy! Broda mi Ed, is such a happy fellow!

  1. Beautiful by Mali Music

A daily reminder to keep you head up and remember you are Beautiful in your own way.

  1. Do I Move You? by Nina Simone.

Nothing left to say.

  1. Feeling Good by Nina Simone.

I think you get the sense of how I feel about her now.

  1. Blackbird Cover (Live in the Studio) by Jordan Rakei

The man sounds nothing like he looks but his voice is magical.

  1. I See Fire by Ed Sheeran

Such a subtly emotional song.

  1. Surulere Remix by Dr Sid ft. Don Jazzy, Wizkid and Phyno

This is the song with my niggaz!

  1. Selfish by Jordan Rakei

When she broke my heart

  1. Ba’ye Molla by Femi Naija

Such a feel good song. You can’t listen without smiling!

 

 

 

Favorite Artist

 

M.I Abaga. The man doesn’t know it but his “Talk About It” album spoke to me. I admire him a great deal.

But I have close followers in Ed Sheeran (he is my brother btw, I don’t care what you think), Jordan Rakei, Nina Simone, Marvin Sapp and a very close last is a young kid on the block but with writing skills beyond his years; his name is Tay Aiwar.

 

Do you have fears?

 Yes. Being seen as worthless or not good enough. Or the people I love giving up on me.

 Are your stories about you?

 Nope! I write very little about myself. I might write about certain emotions in my life, fusing them in the story but almost all my stories are fictional.

I would go as far as saying that the breakdown of the stories is
25% real life elements and 75% created and fictional elements. Besides it is hard to write about myself, some people on here know my mother before they go and report me and I get grounded or have my computer taken away.

 

Have you ever been or are you in love?

Sigh. Yes and yes I am.

Why “#WhatTheHeckMan”?

Simple and short, my mother would never stand for me saying “WhatTheFuck”, What The Heck Man, is the musings of a young man navigating life and along the way, I get to points where I want to scream “What The Heck Man”.

I also love making you all say it at the end of a story when there is a cliffhanger.

 The pictures u use in writing most of your series, do u just take them for that purpose, or you happen to take off guard sort of pictures and it ends up coming in handy for you when you start to put your words together?

 I started taking my own pictures for my stories because my audience grew. I formerly used to just get pictures off Google but I began to worry about copyright issues. So I take my own pictures now. I take pictures all the time, most times for stories but sometimes, random pictures come in handy for stories; especially when I am too lazy or busy to go out and take new ones.

I also really love photography. The same way I want my stories to elicit emotions, I love watching pictures send a message and stir up whatever emotion. I hope this question leads to me getting a camera for my birthday. I want to take this photography thing to the next level.

 What would you consider to be the biggest strengths of your personality?

 Being able to connect with people over different things.

Last time you had sex?

It’s been a while. Help me fix it? Please.

 Do you have a special woman in your life?

 Yes na! She is kind, warming, loving, PRAYERFUL, HARDWORKING and she never burns my plantain. She’s my beautiful mother.

 How do u get to convince whoever is ur photographer to take a pics of you in the slumpy areas?

I take 95% of my pictures by myself. Hard to believe, but true. Shout out to my trusty shoebox and soon my tripod. J

How do you joggle with work, writing and your M.Sc Program?

 When you love something as much as I love writing and creating stories, it is easier to make time. But let me be very honest, I work 40+ hours a week, I write for another 10ish documenting my work and then school work is another full time job on it own. Lol

But I love bringing stories to you guys. I LOVE THE INTERACTION WITH YOU ALL. That’s why when people don’t comment, it truly gets to me It does.

I watch the views go up but the comments struggle to match up.
I READ EVERY COMMENT. I TAKE ALL YOUR FEEDBACK INTO ACCOUNT. It is one of the easiest ways for me to get better.

Some of you want a book from me but I need the complete confidence in my art and that comes from hearing it from you guys. You all the sample demographic, I am to write to. So if you all approve, I feel better about trusting my art with the whole world.
You are the fuel to have me share my work. You, yes YOU!

Are you as sexual as your stories are?

Even more but don’t loud it.

 When did you discover your talent as far as writing and creating stories?

 I would say I discovered it when I was 13. More or less, stumbled on it through heartbreak. But as far as creating stories, that came from constantly creating drama scripts for my youth groups. They came natural to me. Tell me the story line you wanted and I would come up with it in minutes.

They would always not choose my story first but eventually, it was mine they would still perform.
I could not contain the ideas I had again, so I started writing.

How do you feel about a woman making the first move?

Done right? Sexy AF!

 When did it dawn on you that it isn’t something everyone possesses and what got you to just put pen to paper, or fingers to your keyboard whatever the case is and just write?

 It still hasn’t dawned on me to be honest. I started writing out of frustration but I put my pen to paper because I realized that my words meant something to people; my family, girlfriends or just friends.

I saw my mother cry from a poem I wrote in 4 minutes and my girlfriend get soaking wet and horny from a short story I wrote while I was in the bathroom. I put my mind to writing when I noticed my own words could elicit emotions.

 What are you getting your Masters in and what is your first degree about?

 I am getting my MBA in International Marketing. My undergraduate degree was in Psychology.

 When will you marry……..me?

 God’s appointed time. Lol. When he finally perfects your plantain frying abilities.

What inspires you?

 I know it sounds cliché but EVERYTHING inspires me. I create stories from everything. Empty from a friend losing his aunt or the piece Homeless from my interaction with a homeless man. It can range from anything to anything lol.

I saw a pilot buying coffee at the airport today and I got a story line from that. Look out for that piece.

Pet peeve when it comes to your blog or readers?

 PEOPLE THAT DO NOT COMMENT!!!! Especially Nnenna!

Like I can see you read it! Leave me flipping comment! Lol
Also people not sharing the pieces, tell people about them. Share the art.
People that favorite the tweets about the story on Twitter and don’t RETWEET the links.

No be everybody dey look your favorites!!!!

Can we have sex?

Maybe. But probably NOT.

Has your family ever read your blog?

Are you the devil?? No!!!!!! lol

 

3 things that inspire you the most

  1. Life
  2. Emotions I see
  3. My experiences


Your biggest role model

This is a cross between Pastor Adeboye and my father. I aspire to be humble like Pastor Adeboye and I look up to my father. Everyone that meets him loves him and he cares deeply about everyone. He went from being a millionaire to losing everything. Yet, he never changed or compromised his character or integrity for anything. I admire that.

Favourite author / book

 The Adventures of The Old Wishing Chair by Enid Blyton

One of the first books etched in my memory. I read it as a kid.

I am sentimental. I know.

If you could meet anyone tomorrow, who would it be? Why? What would you do/say?

 Every single one of you guys. I would host a party to finally meet all the people that carried me through 2014 without even really knowing it.

And all I would say is “Thank You” and then get mad at all of you that don’t consistently comment! Lol. Especially Nnenna!!!!

Are you a boob or butt guy?

I like butts. One in particular. Even when she’s mad at you, they’ll still talk back to you.

If you had one day to do and say whatever you wanted with no repercussions, what would you do?

 I would ask for more days. Omo I can talk o! I would need more days but I would probably tell the truth about certain pains I have kept hidden all my life.

And call out some fake people.

 How do you suggest I help given the circumstances. In hindsight on your own situation, what would you have loved for those in your life to do to help out more?

 Never stop letting him know you love him. In whatever way possible. Small or big.

DO NOT MAKE IT ABOUT YOU AND HOW YOU WOULD FEEL.

Try to understand why he feels so hopeless and give him hope.
PRAY!!!!!!!!!!!!

I would have hoped people in my life, were somewhat more patient and they prayed more for me. God and only God gives peace.

He will calm the storm.

I know your passion for writing came from heart break, but what else motivates you to write?

 My urge to build stories and push creative boundaries. Everything aids this.

 Ever been heartbroken?

 Self induced and afflicted.

 What’s your favorite dish? (Doesn’t have to be Nigerian)

 White rice and efo (stocked with smoked turkey, chicken bites, shrimp and gizzard, PLANTAIN, chicken and a can of Arizona iced tea (Kiwi Strawberry flavored).

I plan on eating cleaner in 2015 but my rice is not up for debate. Thank you and God bless you for coming!

What would you say is your sexiest asset?

My way with words.

 Where are some places you hope to travel to in 2015?

 Mexico, London, Dominican Republic and Nigeria. Might throw in another African country in there but we’ll see.

Woman Crush?

Sofia Vergara and Yemi Alade.

When did you move out of your parent’s home?

18.

 When did you last feel proud of yourself?

 Returning from volunteering in Mexico.

Last impulsive thing you have done?

Flew in the love of my life. In under 24 hours.

Will you marry me? Lmbooo 😋😏

 Yes! Wedding will feature Arbor Mist and Mongolian BBQ. Let’s do it now!

What can we expect from #WhatTheHeckMan in 2015?

Newness. A new approach.

2014 was a trying year for me personally. I have stories to tell you all!
But on the blog, more definition in pieces and obviously same consistent amazing content! J

 

There will be #WordsOfWednesday, where we navigate this life together. My poems to share my thoughts and views with you.
Titles of upcoming stories and previews for next parts maybe dropped on here.

The first Wednesday in the month will feature a video where I recap the story for the month before.

The #WhatTheHeckMan playlist will updated and constantly revamped. Share my musical taste with me.

There will be #WTHMAfterdark; randomly dropped but with that hastag. Well, I wanted to call them #WetWednesdays but we will say. Anyway, they will be short pieces to open the floodgates.

Our main showpiece #SanmiSaturdays will be everly present. More exciting stories to stimulate all sorts of feelings and new lessons for everyone to learn.

I want to grow my skills and I want to grow with you all. I want to make you laugh, cry, think, pray, forgive, work better, fight harder. I want my words to serve as a medium between fictional reality and tangible emotions. I always want you to “feel” something.

My wish in 2015, I REALLY WANT A WEB SERIES FOR #WhatTheHeckMan people. Pray for it and if you know anyone in the area that is interested.

 

Thank you all for being part of the “Behind The Writer” process with me. It opened my eyes to a lot!

Thank you sooo much for all your love, support and feedback. Please comment and let’s chat, I would love to hear what you think about me

 

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The Wordsmith 3

The Wordsmith 3

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The rest of dinner couldn’t go fast enough. I just wanted to get out of there.

Jasmine was being so tempted. Giving me dirty looks across the table whenever she got the opportunity.

My member was rock hard and not behaving. Asha was so oblivious to the whole thing and just chatting away.

We all took pictures and shared some cake.

About 45 minutes later, we were bolting out of the place.

I was driving home as quickly as possible and trying to play it cook with Asha and not be suspicious.

 

We arrived at the house and I reckon that Asha must have been really tired. I went into the bathroom and returned. Asha was fast asleep on the bed. I climbed the bed with one of her wipes and cleaned off her lipstick.

She hated sleeping with makeup on and she definitely was not going to smear my bed.

I waited a few minutes and then I left.

 

I slowly knocked on the door and waited for it to open. I leaned on my right hand.

My mind was racing.

I was having a quick conversation with myself on whether or not, I was going to do anything.

I knew what would happen if Jasmine opened the door but I tried to convince myself that it was just going to be me talking to her.

After all, I still needed answers for the last time she left.

 

I didn’t knock again the door slowly opened and there was Jasmine.

Black lace panties.

Candles.

Heels.

A cool breeze coming in from her balcony

I just stood there and stared at her. This woman was beautiful as always. I felt a twitch between my legs and I immediately began to regret coming down.

She sipped from her glass of wine and said

 

“Are you just going to stand there?”

I walked into the apartment and she closed the door behind me.

I never left that 10 feet radius.

I asked

“So what happened to you the last time Jasmine?”

No answer.

She came close and slid her hand down behind my belt and into my pants. Her hand was cold but the heat down there was rising.

She leaned in and kissed me hard. It was hot. Her lips were initially cold from the wine she was drinking but it quickly warmed up. She sucked on my lips so hard my bottom lip bled on the inside.

“No talking.”

 

She said

“Just fuck me”

I stopped and looked into her eyes. I had a split second there where I could have pulled out and made it home safe but I opted not to.

My eyes searched hers looking for answers.

For truth, for security, for new

But I found nothing and I still kissed her.

I turned her and pinned up against the back of her door.

The glass cup slipped out of her fingers and smashed on the floor.

 

I began to kiss down the back of her neck and then down her back. I spread her legs with my hands as my right index finger drenched itself in her wet.

I pulled my pants down with my left hand. Dropping to my knees, my member dangled in the air.

Ready.

I so wanted to hear her moan. I wanted her to beg me.

For the sleepless nights she continued to give me. For making me feel like I was not good enough.

 

I slid into her. She gasped and scratched the back of the door.

It was rough and her being in her heels was a huge help in bringing her up off the ground and closer to me.

I continued to go as fast as I could and then she did that thing.

One of the few things that drove me into overdrive whenever she and I had sex.

She looked back as she moaned and said

 

“Fuck me, fuck me till I cry!

I know, I’ve been bad. I know Ive been a very bad girl.

I left and didn’t say by….

Fuck me!

Harder…”

 

Of course you know I went harder. Steadying her waist, I just kept going.

“Pull my hair Marsh!”

She yelled

 

I reached for it and continued to thrust.

She knew I was cumming as I began to grunt and I pulled out of her. You would expect that she would be tired but instead, she dropped into a squatting position.

She grabbed my member before I had a chance to run away and she slowly took it into her mouth, while she fingered herself.

I held my moans inside as she slurped and worked her way from tip to base.

I got my second wind shortly after and she didn’t let me out of her mouth until I continued to spray my seed into her mouth.

 

I staggered back and sat on the kitchen island, my pants still at my knees. She got up and fixed her panties while she licked off her fingers. I felt chills travel down my spine.

 “I know you have to get back to your woman.

So we’ll talk tomorrow”

She said as she picked up her dustpan to sweep up the broken glass.

I finished putting on my pants as I said

“Yeah, I do”

I walked to the door and she gave me a hug and for lack of a better word, she dismissed me.

I felt so used. I knew I had lost my leverage.

She wasn’t going to call me but something in me, made me believe that she would.

 

The drive home was short and I smoked a cigarette outside before crawling into bed with Asha. Incase she asked where I had been, I would lie that I took a long walk and smoked.

The smell of smoke masking that of sex.

I lay there awake till sleep visited me that night. I was a slave to Jasmine.

Something had to give.

 

.       .       .         .         .

 Everyone has that Leslie. That work confidant or gossip buddy. She was always there to listen to me and well talk about her problems whenever she had them.

Leslie was older and her advice proved invaluable time and time again.

“Leslie, you have to understand that she is also adopted. That might have played a factor, you know”

Leslie briefly lifted her head up and through the top of her glasses, she looked at me square in the face and said

“That’s just you making excuses for her as always.

How many years have you been doing this for

Women come into your lives. Great women. Women other men would give everything for. Yet you push them away because you are holding out for someone who clearly doesn’t have their stuff together to be everything for you”

I bowed my head and tried to not seem like the words hit me but they did.

“You know you’re family to me.”

Leslie continued

“But this situation with her is unhealthy. You can’t put your life and happiness on hold because of her. Neither should you be hinging your happiness to a person other than yourself anyways.

It’s time and I think after all these years, you know it too”

 

The truth they say is bitter.

I disagree. I believe that the truth is palatable but our taste buds want to hang to the familiarity that “lies” bring.

Leslie was not the first one to tell me all that she had just said but for some reason. It stuck that day.

That day, I connected with what needed to happen and I was prepared to do it.

Many beautiful and wonderful women had come into my life and I would continue to push them away.

It won’t like Jasmine was giving me anything. She was actually taking more from me.

I was now a man that thought it was okay to be unfaithful and not give my all to a woman who adored me.

It all needed to change.

I was sure of at least that.

How much things needed to change?

Well, I wasn’t sure about that yet.

I truly loved Asha and maybe I didn’t give myself enough time to explore her beauty.

And I was at least ready to give my heart to her.

It might be hard for some to understand how that single conversation with Leslie changed everything but it did.

But I remembered when I was younger and I would go on evangelism trips with my local church in the community.

I remember I would get frustrated when people that I gave flyers to, would throw them away right in front of me after I gave it to them. It was extremely difficult to watch.

But one Saturday afternoon, I was complaining to my pastor about the same thing and then he pulled me aside and said

 

“When you buy a car and you get a great deal, do you thank the people in the assembly line that put the car together?

Or do you remember the guy who actually handed you the keys?”

I pondered on it and said

“no one remembers the assembly line workers. I’ll only remember the guy”

My pastor smiled and said

“Exactly”

“You are part of the assembly line. So keep on doing your part and hope that the last person in the line does their part.

Because your foundation work is just as important as them closing the deal at the end.”

 

That analogy stuck with me. Leslie was the last important piece in the chain. She closed the deal and she didn’t even know it.

I finally packed up to head out of the office.

Leslie looked at me and said

 “You okay over there hunny?”

I smiled and nodded. I said

“I’m okay Les.

I just know what I need to do now.

Thanks as always”

She smiled and nodded

.     .     .       .       .

 There was heaviness in my heart the whole ride home.

I pulled up in front of my apartment and I found parking a little down the street.

I parked my car and grabbed my laptop bag out of the passenger’s seat and headed towards my place.

I reached the door just as Asha was walking up.

She smiled and said

“Hey baby, how are you?”

as she placed her right hand on my cheek.

I forced a smile as I said

“It was good babe”

I asked how hers was and she said it was good too.

I opened the door and we walked towards the elevator to take us up to the 4th floor. Randomly Asha said,

“Oh babe, I can’t spend the night. They just called me in to work”

I was actually disappointed and a bit sad because the heaviness in my heart was because of the loaded conversation I wanted to have with her.

The plan had been for her to spend the night and we would eat dinner and talk but now I had to change things up a bit.

We got into the apartment and I sat on the edge of the bed as I began to take off my socks.

“Are you at least still spending the weekend here?”

I asked a bit salty

She smiled and sat next to me as she said

“Yes baby. Yes I am”

as she kissed the side of my face. Her lips so soft and warm I wanted more.

I turned and looked straight into her eyes and then I leaned in for another kiss and then another followed.

 

The strokes were long. The moans were longer. There were very few words being said. The complete opposite to what I had been hoping for when I arrived.

Unlike many men, that night was one of the few where I actually wanted to talk.

I won’t lie and say the sex wasn’t a good release. It was a short distraction from what I wanted to talk about. I didn’t last long either way.

 

She rolled over and began heading for the bathroom as I laid on the bed. I said

“Asha, I love you”

I think that must have been the sincerest I had ever been in saying that. That day, I just saw her in such a different light. I saw all her beauty and all her grace.

I felt something pull in my heart.

That statement might carry a bit more weight if I wasn’t explaining it to you after we had just had sex but it was so true in my heart.

 

She looked back and had the cutest smile on her face. Naked, she walked back towards me and said as she planted a kiss on my forehead

“Aww… baby. I love you too. You know that”

I nodded and she walked into the bathroom

And then she said

“Babe, did you remember to send me your measurements for Sue’s wedding so my aunt can start working on your tux at the shop?”

I realized I had forgotten to send them to her as my eyes grew big and I went silent.

She knew me and she knew I had forgotten

With a smile on her face from inside the bathroom, she said

 “Marsh, pick up your laptop now and send it to me”

There was even a slight chuckle as she finished up her statement. About a minute must have passed when she said

“Oh babe, go to the recent pictures on my phone and check out some of the designs my aunt sent to me earlier.

See which ones you liked”

 

I finished sending the email to her and then I reached for her phone on her side of the bed, pulling it up, I swiped right.

I was looking through the various designs when the top of her iPhone lit up and a message came through, it was from Ben.

 

The message scrolled through the top of the screen and it read

“I can’t wait to see you tonight.”

My heart skipped a pump. I felt my lungs close in.

I knew a Ben. It couldn’t be my Ben.

Fuck that! It shouldn’t be any Ben at all!

 

So I clicked on the message and without reading the details of other messages, I clicked on the contact icon.

I checked the number for the contact “Ben” and then I picked up my phone to see if the numbers corresponded.

“8…3…2…. 4…4…4”

Fuck!

The numbers matched.

I returned to the message on Asha’s phone and began reading through their conversation.

I am pretty sure I shed a tear when I read the text from Ben to her saying

“I think I’m in love with you”

And she responded with these emoji’s

“🙈😍❤️”

I felt like I was being gutted in my stomach as I gasped out loud.

Asha heard it and said

 “Babe, what’s wrong?!”

I swallowed hard, got up and walked into the bathroom and said

“I’m just wondering why my friend Ben is saying he loves you”

The water went off in the behind the curtain at exactly the same time she yelled out

“What….”

 

Asha, Marshall, Jasmine, Ben???? How does it all go down? Who will make sense of it all? Return for PART 4.

Now I know you want part 4. So comment and let’s get this going. It’s ready and waiting but YOU gotta give me something too! 

So comment away!

 

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