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Seven and Nine

When I was a child, all I ever wanted to be was an adult. Then I woke up one day and wishes had turned to horses except the unicorn had neither wings nor horn. I asked the wise man Mr C why and he said that for me to see them, I had to use my mind’s eyes.  Was he asking me to think like a child or like an adult?  I suspected it was the former but I had bad news for him.

I had no more innocence left in me. In fairytales a kiss awakens a prince but in this life mere words turn to poison the moment they touch the lips. I once lost a portion of my innocence to the tick tock of the clock and later lost the whole lot in deep brown eyes that danced excitedly whenever the host’s tongue spewed venom. The unicorn finally got its wings and in the place of the mind grew its horn.

They tell you 5 + 4 = 9 but so does 7 + 2 and that and that and that. A child knows but the adult understands. What you see isn’t always what you get and sometimes what you get isn’t what you deserve. So what do you wish me to do with mere conjecture my dearest June? He says he loves me to death but he will be loving Pearl tomorrow. My mother insists he’s being truthful on both days. That’s the fault in his nature, she says. It’s like 5+4 but instead of getting 9, you repeatedly keep getting 7 when 9 is what you should be getting. And then one day you wake up and realize 9 too wasn’t it.

So you see June, when that man walked up to me and said he loved me, I looked him in the eye and said, “I love you too.”  You think me cruel but I did us both a favor. He appeared before me in his princely armor on a four wheeled beast with promises of a happily ever after on a Hugh Hefner budget heart. His words reeked of expired saliva from the four wenches he bought from the brothel up on Alm Street that’s right above the Baptist  church. He says he’s looking for a good girl to take to his mother. He thinks I’m it. He’s right. We’re soul mates. We deserve each other.

He doesn’t know. I’m the second wench who was dressed in a black dress with yellow strips around the waist whose tits he said were the best he had ever tasted. Yes we met on Alm Street on a Sunday right outside the Baptist church. But Saturday night was our first. He thinks I’m playing hard to get when I turn down his proposals but he already had me at 7 and 9. I am just waiting for him to realize that 10-1=9 too.

Because when we were kids, all we ever wanted to be was adults. Me a woman, and he a man. We both got what we wanted.

And it was neither 7 nor 9.

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Sois mon paradis

Come….

🎶 Love me like you do

Ellie Goulding

They say you’re a dreamer. It is not a compliment. They wanna box me. They live in a cocoon and follow a prescribed way of life they’ve come to regard as normal. But you tell me, what would you do if you had the power to turn your wildest dreams to reality? Would you run and hide, or would you close your eyes and surrender to the wind?

They say you’re too deep. It’s a fact you cannot deny. They wish for me to be basic. They sell you fairytales of happily ever after and when you tell them you’ve been to forever one too many times they tell you to live in the moment. But you tell me, would you throw caution to the wind for a fleeting moment that does not speak the language of your soul?  Or would you rather wait for the one who sets your soul on fire?

They say they love you. You don’t feel it. It’s a trap dressed in fool’s gold and it reeks of cheap promises. A white picket fence and a thornless rose garden. But you tell me, would you settle for luxe when you only come alive in the jungle?  Wouldn’t you rather create your own universe, a place where the only rule that applies is the one that brings heaven to you?

There’s always hope for the one who once touched the sky. A packed suitcase in the corner for a journey that might never take flight. Jumping castles might get you off the ground but baby, there’s no home on earth for the one who’s feet once touched heaven.

Mon amour, le paradis est un état d’esprit

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SONS OF VICTOR – CHAPTER SIXTEEN

NDFP Headquarters

Milton unleashed war on his people at the NDFP headquarters the moment news about the ruling YDFP front man William Mwanza hit the newsstands. Broken chairs, broken glass, broken computer hardware, and overturned tables littered the floors of the head office.

Every member of the central committee sitting at the table in the conference room was at the edge of his or her seat, ready to take flight in case the wounded Buffalo turned his rage on them. Milton kept pacing around the room, visibly agitated and sweating from the sheer force of having to contain his rage in order to have a productive meeting. Most importantly, there were no more objects left to break.

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Sons of Victor – Chapter Fifteen

  • LUSAKA PROVINCE MINISTER MAKES SHOCKING ANNOUNCEMENT
  • PROVINCIAL MINISTER OF LUSAKA WILLIAM MWANZA ANNOUNCES HE HAS A 20 YEAR OLD SON
  • SHOCKING! LUSAKA MINISTER REVEALS EXISTENCE OF 20 YEAR OLD SON
  • LIKE FATHER LIKE SON: MEET THE SECRET SON OF LUSAKA’S MINISTER WILLIAM MWANZA
  • REVEALED: 20 YEAR OLD SECRET SON OF MINISTER OF LUSAKA
    • WILLIAM MWANZA REVEALS SECRET AFFAIR THAT RESULTED IN BIRTH OF A SON
  • INTRODUCING IRVIN KAMANGA: A MINISTER’S WELL-KEPT SECRET
  • THE WOMAN AT THE CENTER OF LUSAKA MINISTER’S SCANDAL

Mara gave up reading through the long list of tabloid and media headlines her team had compiled for her after their press release went viral. She threw the tablet on the passenger seat and reversed into her parking spot at Eris-Harmonia.

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Sons of Victor – Chapter Fourteen

For some parents, children are considered a blessing from some type of god. They’re meant to be loved and protected. Unfortunately for William Mwanza, his parents were not most people. His mother Joyce Chama had used a pregnancy to trap a millionaire’s son. The most motherly thing Joyce ever did for her young infant was shove a breast in the boys mouth a few minutes after he was born to shut him up. His father Victor Mwanza had used the product of that same pregnancy to exert revenge on the woman who had trapped him into a loveless marriage.

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Sons of Victor – Chapter Thirteen

“You’re not in-love with me Sonia,” Irvin said, stressing every syllable in an attempt to drive the point home. They were still parked in the middle of Great East Road, but fortunately for them, there was little to no traffic to worry about. Still, Irvin put the car back into drive, silently praying for the long day to finally come to an end.

“Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot feel?” Sonia countered. She wiped her tears with her hands and reclined her seat as if she had no care in the world. Irvin looked at her for a few seconds, shook his head in disbelief and then turned his attention back on the road.

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