Stormy is the way outta hell #2

Sewing myself a pair of wings.

By night my wings were made. I am the rider of the air. I ate scorpions for dinner. They came at me from the pond but I was faster.

When morning came I waited for the wind but none came. So I took my walk…sighting a mountain ahead…of I could climb the mountain…I would leap from the peak and fly!

And so I did…from the mountain peak I leapt into the hands of the desert wind. And lo…I fly.

High as a hands were tired of lifting the wings but my spirit was high…I got drunk with happiness…I didn’t see the storm approaching…

PS: this is the second part…I will post the third on Wednesday.

Thank you for reading.


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Thank you folks.  

That said, expect more from DesmondDominance this year. Special thank you to Sethi and Sudershana. And to my latest friends here Jash and Dean.

Do have an extraordinary year.

Stormy is the way outta hell

They thought they had left me for dead…marooned on a deserted island…in the middle of nowhere.

But I conquered death many years ago…when I dared him to his face and he couldn’t do me nothing…

The island was kind to me…a gentle breeze now and then…the sprinkling of salt water…irritated me enough to get me on my feet…maybe to look for a better spot to bleed out…

Then I realised that if you got irritated enough to wake you up from a sleep like trance in which you were having tea with Mr death…then you should be able to do anything.

So I said to my body…not today. No dying. You healing. You living. And I’m leaving this island.

So I walked gently to the shade…realised it belongs to a tree…a coconut tree.

So I asked the tree to give me one. He obliged…to give me after I threatened to cut down as many as i could…

So I ate the flesh of the coconut and I drank the milk. My wounds begun to heal. My strength restored. 

I knew beyond doubt what I had to do. I knew I had to conquer the ocean. I knew I had to leave the island. And nothing can stop me.

So I walked along the shore and sighted a giant turtle…oh turtle said I…bear me passage to the middle of the sea.

Son of man…said the giant turtle…I do not swim on the surface of the ocean…he answered.

Take me. I said impatiently…for no depth or height…will stop me. No fear of death can stop me.

And off we go. Riding on the back of the giant turtle…we got to the point that Mr Giant Turtle had to go into the ocean…I fell from his back…

Whether he noticed or not…I know not. I floated for a while And then passed the Great whale.

With whom I had no reason to bargain.

Great whale happens to be going exactly in my direction chasing a school of fish. So atop I climbed…my little floating island in the middle of the ocean.

He made me understand that when desire passed into the clarity of focus…nature conspires on your behalf to bring even the constellations to work for you.

And on we went..till we reached the shore of this great desert. Its a desert by the sea or a sea by the desert. Anyways it was deserted.

Apart from I and the clarion birds that called from far…

I was alone. To the north hanged the Star. Dangling in a cloudless sky.

To the west sinks the yellow sun…boiling the sea beyond. You will almost think the sun is the king…but a closer look and you’ll realise how foolish that notion could be.

I knew the north is calling…and my prize awaits me. I am he who conquered death. And the vast ocean. I’m he.

Herons of the air came and pecked about the shoreline. “Help, oh kings of the air, help  me cross the desert” I begged.

Why should mortal birds help a mortal man? They replied. Man it was who made the trees gone….and off they fly.

My strength is leaving me. The day far spent. I will not sleep on this side of the desert I said…alas there’s a tree yonder…by the sea.

There I saw a nest of hawks with a lot of feathers everywhere. There were no hawks there….neither were any eggs there. But in d middle of the nest is a small bag.

I checked the bag and found seven piece of roasted meat…my joy… My strength doubled at the sight of the meat.

I ate my fill. There was water to drink…but I can manage. I packed all the feathers I could see in the bag and off I head into the desert.

The further from the beach I walk the further I came to appreciate the strength of the sun…

By night I came into a rocky plain. There I saw trails of the marauders who left me for dead. Who took my crown. 

There was a well there too. I helped myself to gulps of water. I drank my fill and cleared a space to sleep.

I hadn’t slept much when the sun rose up again and my journey continued. By afternoon…I reached an oasis by which is a small mud house.

I checked the house to find what I may…and among my findings is a needle and plenty of thread. I set down my bag of feathers and went to work…

To be continued…my first post this year.

Hope you enjoyed your holy days. Maybe that’s not the meaning…comment if you choose.


Getting close…r

I will just make this brief…

I’m sure I’m not the only one who goes to the net to download series…especially blacklist.
I particularly like the events that led to the clearing of Elizabeth Keen…what everyone went through and all…
But that’s not what I want to share. About two days ago, a friend I shared my apartment with brought the DVD….and it was the scene where Elizabeth was being ushered out of the cell and this song was playing…and I felt goose bumps…all over me.
The song cut deep…I couldn’t shake it. Its message suits me. Exactly where I was…am…and where I’m moving from.
The song is by Andra Day…funny I had never come across her name before until that day…I googled the lyrics.
Andra Day…so I ran a check on her on wikipedia… And read a bit of her story.

And I understood where the song came from and why it made such a profound impression on me. She must have written it from where I am.

And that’s how I knew that she has it. She has that inner thing that makes your work…be it music, poetry, fiction or any work of art…your work to have meaning.

That inner stuff is called message.  I knew she had it. One thing about messengers like that is that their message is where they are, who they are and where they are coming from.

I haven’t heard the entire album..just downloaded the song “rise up”, but the album is titled “cheers to the fall”…that is a message I couldn’t ignore.
So I listened to the song…over and over again for two days, as I internally map my vision for 2017. I knew its going to be exciting…and real…and genuine..and heavy…because I have a message. A message which I have experienced.

I’ll rise up…I’ll do it a thousand times again.

PS: emmm….

Happy new year in advance.


Bully death

I’m the death bully.

One time i locked him up in my freezer for two days!

The other night death saw me and ran away….

He’s a coward you know…you just have to stand up to him.

I know you understand. Comment if you like.


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But for your grace Oh Lord, certainly I won’t be here and though there are many people who passed away, some gruesome, brutish, others with grace…

And though there are many in pain somewhere in this big planet….

And though there are many who have no clue who they are…

And though there’s so much decay in this world…

I ask for grace, grace to be able to be your hand in their life…no matter how few they are…

I seek your power to be able to bring sunshine into the lives of those going through a dark night…

Your heart to love them effectively…not some claim but real action…

I’m desperate Lord, there’s so much people living in despair…my heart aches from deep within me…

I know if I could see your eyes I will see tears…tears that humanity have no concept of.

Tears that we are tearing your world apart when you have given us a most precious opportunity…

The chance to bring healing to the world like Jesus did.


Ps: been away for a while. Exam things. You are welcome to post your comments.

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I have made up my mind not to give up no matter how hard. I think you should try it.

Whether Trump is good for us or not or whether we are OK with Brexit or not….Africa needs her heroes.

Nigeria is my adopted problem. The scope is too wide but I won’t relent or repent.

Maybe I will change my mind at some point on some ideas but the goal will remain the same.

How will Nigeria get to the promised land we so want to reach?

The answer remains the same; by putting the young princes ahead.

Who are the young princes? They are leaders in various fields. Visionaries and Missionaries. Guys who will braze the odds and breakdown walls and build bridges.

I live because I believe in this people. And it is my job to bring them together and mould them into a single organism.

I met some yesterday. And I smiled in my heart. We talked of this and of that, but I didn’t tell them what we will soon be about.

We are the children of God and it is our duty to tend to His business.

Nigeria will surely rise. Africa will surely rise. The end will surely come. And all will be well.
I’m writing from Lagos, Nigeria.

PS: I haven’t written in a while. I’m sorry about that. Will tell you all about it soon.

So, here I put the full stop.