Gigi’s passion.

He rubbed his palms on Gigi’s back. She felt the warmth of it, she breathed in and out. The tiny sparks of electricity from his hands roused in her a sweet longing, like a surge of electric zapping up her spine.

He drew closer, his body touching hers snugly. She wore an aquamarine spaghetti straP top on yellow pants. He caught the band of the pants with his hand and thrusted in, he felt her soft buttocks. She shook sharply, cold currents of electriC running up and down her blood stream. His left hand held and squeezed her right breast. She had dreamed about this encounter long in her childhood; a strange sex icon, ambushing her in her houSe, filling her with an indescribable passion of luSt and steadily taking her up and down through vibes of romp and adrenaline rusH.

The evening affair was a long one. She slept alone in her bed, a fresh air of relief and sweetness in her mind. When would she have a man to have and hold, for life and for loving? She wondered.

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100 words.

The licensing office was off the next block. I have to avoid seeing that soda advert on that billboard it disorientates me when I’m at work, thinking.

I took the soda anyway; was chill as ice and a delicious affair. Mr. Alfred never hesitated to ground his authoritative arm down unto my throat.

The 23rd was an off-bit away of 2 tangled corders. Kint never drew a rectangled-out curve on outer fringes off-beat:

The balloon rose up briskly into the sky. Fairies touched it. And as if by machine cue, the entire sky was swashed by light, form and cream tassels.

A hanging deCapit.

A hanging deCapit.

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Eagle’s SighT

He made it to the fifth tree, soaring through the damp air, a quarter of his eye catching suspended twigs, his mind on the hind, the previous supporting surface… As he latched onTo… (dizziness) was he stretching forth to another leap, or trying to settle into an… He still tried to force his way through an seemingly tough blanket… But he woke up.

… (whisks) Sam expended his energy, vehemently making a smooth miX out of his shake. He set the spoon on his mattress.

Traffic was hoT on the InterLube (TM), market women and young students making the bulk of commuters in the Lube. Meko shot straight at the Diner’s frontaGe; his files and folder on his right hand, a pack of pens on his left. He entered into the space, the chill of the airconditioning and the sifts of light perfume half-embracing the little hairs on his little nose shortly before he spotted his man.

The talk was brief, sTurDy and all manner of strenoUs. His client bent and the Cash was his. A mysterious affair.

His house was scattered looking; he had to make a

Love, Jesus:

_Hi! I’m having a good-time here, are yuo?

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CatChy

Now, dear, let me take yuo through this wordy music, yuo can hear in my ears…

… Sponge… Out through the window sill; the TV commercial sings about red rose or an ultimate takeover of today’s economic trend-setters, by a tremor; of cantankerous bidding.

Andrew says there’s this part of town he always looks at with envy. And then there’s Mary who’s always been an ant on my neck:

Your window sill just sounded: is that a chirping I hear, around your frontyard’s leafless tree. Or is it that lizard again?

I thought rich people ALWAYS get that first-class flight, beautiful girls and fine liquors, and tasty delicious looking bars of gold. Bitter; is the taste of that gold chain the rastafarian on TV is wearing, doubly sure.

So, we stroll together out, I don’t have anything doing today; you only have to check at the records’ office in school and then come back home. Ofcourse my headset is in my ears and your palm in my hands.

CNN tweets an Armenian fool died on a bottle of Vodka. I get bored thinking about yuo and scrolling through your pictures, and frames and re-reading your tweets; and touching your body, and seeing your orange cashmere lying harmless on the chair in my room.

You forgot your brooch too, Love, Peter.

Jesus.

You, KO'd or him, thO

You, KO’d or him, thO

You, KO'd or him, thO

You, KO’d or him, thO

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Beacon.

The ship arrived on the Avritech-1 landing surface; millions of pilgrims sipping out by the harbor stairs. July was ecstatic as hell, she and her boyfriend Marc had enjoyed the
space jump, through time, aboard the Endeavour.

The pilgrims exchanged flowers as they met and mixed with their new denizens; the euphoria was blissful, Arthriaca’s scented puffs of wind and sharry (synthetic colored cotton buds) coupled with the cold light of Avritech-1’s blue megaLum serenaded the entire picture-perfect atmospherics.

Reed was a gentle spirited boy; he strolled quietly through the crowd; a handsome smile on his face. His aim was solid as diamond in his head; by his heart, he wanted to find him his love, and a friend, in no particular order.

His heart scanned through myriad faces, actions, shifts; any somewhat interesting, striking or beautiful movement; any unusual vibe; any tick-tock eye contact that boded romance or biological flight or love. Drop! Sayah dropped a cup of Slush (TM); her blushes too subtle to be visible to the naked eye; the distortion she caused around her area was a moon in a galaxy of stars; the liquid sipping around the tiled floor with a meanness reminiscent of Sylvester Stallone’s lips pursed; when he meets a nemesis, in an action-packed thriller; yes the liquid moved with a precision akin to the orbits of a comet; Reed couldn’t readily decide in his head what to look at because he could feel in his heart a pinching disturbance, whether it was from the liquid flowing towards his feet or from the beauty of – bang! There it was. Beauty and a tick; and ofcourse a tock.

Can I help yuo with that? Now the blushes came visible. Ofcourse his heart’s palpitation’s were now sudden and hefty. No thank yuo, she said. He yanked out his handkerchief from his pocket and made good use of it; cleaning Sayah’s Slush mess she had on her gown. Thank yuo, she said – half smiling.

Marc had to expend much energy, trying to keep July in control of herself; she had already contacted Mya and Franck, who had agreed on a rendezvous point, at the Asgarde’s plot. He himself was still almost dazed, soaking in the sheer loveliness of Arthriaca hospitality; the scents were heavenly.

Life to be lived.

Life to be lived.

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Sex

Now, I hadn’t had sex in a week. Neither had I enjoyed the long baths of Wisterio’s Payne. I took up the newspaper from the window.

A series of Lattitudinal flexions on turpid breadths catches an inner flux, within yuo. The taste of the inner atoms is shiny, so I infleX even deEper on an inter-lattitudinal forey to go.

Splashes of EenflexEon (TM) on dotted speckles, mired along the surface of a glassy screen. A Nestor’s faces’ Lasts.

So the editorials went. I checked the commercials. I went up to the kitchen to cook up a nasty meal. Tantalising, with the traditional Ultra-hot spiciness of Urhobo versions.

The last time I checked, I was the numero Uno:

Love,

Johanna.

PS: Psychological tremors in ritch iTchy-wiTchy is an non egalliic controversia in the Institutuium of Metallica and in RiverSia:

Peter.

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DispositionS

There are two girls at the Centre of the Universia. One inflection of Cores demands at a disparity byte national issues in Space and fifteen other Craiglist shots.

Discipline beats Peter. And his hand. The demand of crazy manners of approach; lands matter into Chief and elderly prose lines.

Inflection isn’t a palaver; but panaChe looks into mad women’s blouseS.

The awckward looking demeanor led to a disc-CatastrophE off of disparate means of illiterate dispositions. Paritõs.

And later, on the next neon-lights check-fit of Earth’s UrbiS? I will move threTHer thresholds.

Again. …

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WarrioR

George bought the violet scars; on the red purple:

I got the most INdistinct means of taking a long itenary out of the circulation of one’s subliminary essence called One.

The irridescence of purple’s lights will surely irrevocably bode null to the salient yet not suave norms and traditions of Black man’s ways.

Core flight and checkered flaw-line doubts in yuor mind will lead one to nice flowers.

I seldom wondered whether a niCe plate of Chicago Pizza will augur well on the Ifa priest’s menu; considering his non-challant incline towards Amàla.

Then I realised; Lost flood plates are non-descript and thence defunct.

But back on B I re-wrote some preety Mozart bars, and lines oFf from the fairy means of commute.

And then man loves any discreet movement off the planar, too Mars.

Thanks.

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Brasiliã

So the ball got to him, a past lecture of perfumery lights.

The 3rd angle was Fansser. The illu-bit, the one moved by a lengthy leaves of absence. It faded across to the 31st and then the 13th.

Large bridges aCross; Rudy, Antoinette rhythms above, enters an other. Fans and the fancy fisT of Arabia. I see clothlines and pencil. Who is going to reflect multi-tisial reclude in frito. And Langings’ palace; yeah or 90degrees sharp curvelets.

Permit me a V. Sings Praises and Peace to Halleluyah, and drops a plink of linkers off my.

Trillion and one answers to the set-up images: and fun and falsity and human wee-weeDom. I like to play.

Prayers made in large bold gold cups, or goblets: as the case might be. We took off for Mars: and Jupiter and Asterice and LarghpOt. The new pfisch, the niche, the renewed and improved Misch. And many pills.

After the party in Moofety, I allowed plank and pantry. To rule and stabilise the populace; a raised hand, a plainK; a falsified document; a stoogE.

And you have for yourself a sweet bar of fruit chocolate. I drank the bowl; of ice cream. A stooches, a dog, fishes in two bowls and a pillagery of two thousand bards.

Across in seven, I’m plainking a Mefiti. Across and around the world yuo go. Taking a break; taking martini; WoWing the places; and jurisdicate mashes. Or meshes in a palcalulated mix of girls.

1 2 3 4

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Franck Opines

And so Franck goes to the bathroom, a sweaty day for him, today. Wednesday was filled with bucket-fulls of ardent work. When will I sit down atop a glorious fortune and be able to command my own set of staff around my own office, biding time in royal luxurious comfort; he daydreamed about this all day!

But work is a young man’s fortune; and every old man seeks its reproof. Franck was stranded in an Newspaper printing factory press; pushing paper in the sales section.
He always looked up to Mary, the ever-efficient Mary, his Section head for inspiration to carry the day on.

“…sing along we everyone, we sing in triumphant tunes, we sing… Fascia soap!…” Franck heard the popular jingle on the TV of the popular beauty soap; the very one he was using. He laughed in his characteristic boom voice, sods of lather dropping from his finger tips.

Franck hummed to himself, the TV commercial jingle still whirring inside his mind. He made himself a pot of coffee, cooked some noodles and sat inside his sitting room, awaiting his much-awaited guest, Peter.

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Glory be to the God in the Highest, and much peace and happiness to men and women of goodwill.
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Jesus.

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Biége Sandals

There was this rat, an Urban one scrambling around, round the city of New York. It settled down on a scrap piece of cheese: on a corner half-inside a crevice on the street kerb.

After enjoying his delicious meal, he stood and looked at a middle-aged man, sitting cross-legged outside the restaurant, alone on his table with a bottle of wine. What was really on rat’s mind, was having a sip of the red wine.

The thing with modern restaurants in New York city, these last couple of years, as I’ve observed, is that we lost a glorious custom of properly equipping customers with a varied range of choices, as the French do.

The Application of right culinary techniques and proper service culture is widely lost in most restaurants, as it seems.

So off rat goes, off to another fortuitous site, where he can find something as interesting as what he’d just had, or even better. A rat needs a good place to chill!

The man who set his hat down and had dinner on a bottle of wine stood up and began to walk away from the restaurant. He took the first left turn, before the boulevard and then settled inside a yellow cab, off to see his girl.

Thank Jesus for such glorious junctions, where two or more creatures or species can meet, on an inter-natural plane: I mean, for the sakes who would have told the man the rat was interested in his red wine? (I laugh,)

And who would have told little Mr. rat, that they two would meet at yet another inter-natural junction; the grand and pretty fleshly planes of romp, and smooches and sex in this city: cuz by 11:00PM later in the night, both man and rat were on their respective mate; making Love: (what reckons yuo?).

FrancK.

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Commando: A poem.

Life wrote me a Love letter, today I received it;
I flipped over the three pages time and time again, good nice adrenaline pumping all over me;

The great Primordial Soup of Life, from where all life originates, did me a favour, left me a molecule to play with, in this Beauty of a place; called Earth;
I duplicated it, through Fission and produced for my self, a fitting remembrance of my Love for Yvonne, the Sun;

Oh its rhythms; dum dum ké, dum ké;
All Orchestras seek for it, my friends the Hip-Hop Rappers allude to it; I love Us;

As I play in the Royal dust of the Marikari desert, (desert of pain, anguish and Hope) I receive stellar precise coordinates from the military camp at the star Aristis; Camp Connar;
I know my next destination is Victory; sweet for Yvonne;

Magnification is an exercise in my military; It pertains to making a loved one Bigger in your eyes; Case-in-point making Jesus’ throne at Aristis’ bigger; I love Him;

Sing Praises to the Lord, for He is bigger;
And His Glory reigneth forever, and Ever.

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Lovely;

Time is Life and Life is Time;
Time never lies neither shades the truth;
I told you it was time to gO.

As to bending reality;
Just make sure you have enough time for that;
Cuz’ every theory is wrong;
That misplaces God as the 2nd coefficient, not first;
I came earlier than most.

What’s your thought? Place it here , as your independent variable;
Square it with reality,
Pursue it with a dose of algebra,
Summarize it in extensive calculus,
And sew it up in a cloak of biology.
Now you have me.

My friends are imperialists; Bill Gates, Adolf Hitler, Jay – Z, IBB;
They eat and drink good food and quality wine in good moderation;
Even as they moderate JESUS’s Great debate.
I love them.

Transform: 18F 1xF fff6 18555
End

That was just so they don’t kill me;
Cuz Bill rocks, Adolf ‘hates to say he told you so’, IBB knows, Jay-Z lights up and ofcourse; Jesus told you so:


Set a = 5;
aX^2+2bX+e = Rod{1,3,5,E}
Solve with Maths Calculator gives;
Lim {2bX – iY} –> 0
And they a –> 5
But a = 5
Therefore run bills
Bills:
Transform

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Rainbow back from South Sudan!

Thunder! Lashes out in the middle of a day; where children play inside the raindrops and the rainbow has forgotten its wordings. Yes, the wordings saying; “There shall henceforth be Peace on earth” (Peace sign-s; two fingers).

Or is that not the reason for the earth being perpetuated and not being consumed in the fierce wrath of the children of God, who play and find abode inside the raindrops of Life?!

Earth’s newest child South Sudan is in war; war again! I don’t see war as a bad thing; it is the searching in-wards of a person; a fiery experience as raw gold and silver are refined to their purest state; even white Fire! So war is good; seeing as its end product is good; pure, fine gold.

But displacing the majority of a people and children misplaced and starving in horror poverty; I don’t call war. War is in Love; this is the fire. What I see in South Sudan, is the icy entrails of two men lost in the dark solitude of confusion in hate. Children of Life who are pained and in the cold; who have lost their way back home to the Mother; who are encapsulated in fear and the cold of ignorance. These two men are the two parties, whose loggerheads has caused many much discomfort and Life; the people resorting to abject poverty and destitution.

This loggerheads may be borne out of a genuine need to make sense out of the living of the peoples of the great South Sudan, as everybody wants progress of some form, but every attempt at making progress for a people must be accompanied by a commensurate measure of consideration and re-consideration of the “other facts” of the matters arising in the land. Every land must have divergent views and ways of living, because the Mother is generous and extremely rich, but all must weave in to One, in Love as war. We must remember that the “other party” is, as yuo are, on a search for things to use to fill up their log-book of what the essence of Life is. So there is bound to be iron sharpening iron; but not inside another man’s flesh; this should not be!

But the children of Life are still, unfazed. We are not going to invoke our wrath of God, which we are custodians of; if we do, then the Mother will not be happy at all; she is ALL Love and Peace and Serenity. There will be these in South Sudan before long; Peace and Serenity. The loggerheads may be assuaged by an attitude of Live and let Live. Let each man solve his investigations into his own self in peace and loving camaraderie. And God will be our Strength. Amen.

Long live the Republic of South Sudan! In peace.

So, long then. I’m in my raindrop, playing in Life, as all sons of God do; Now the rainbow knows its wordingS. Let there be Peace. XoxJESUSxxx

Rain down peace on us,

Rain down peace on us,

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Civil uNresT

“The average Nigerian person has come to reconcile himself with the fact that his or her social progress remain essentially in his or her hands in collaboration with other fellow Nigerians and not merely relying on what government alone could provide for him or her. The days are gone for good, when men and women trooped to government establishments for employment and for benevolence.”
– Address By the President,
Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces
of Nigeria, General Ibrahim Badamosi
Babangida, CRF, FSS, MNI to the
Nation on Saturday, 26 June, 1993 titled
“Laying the Foundation of A Viable
Democracy and the Path of Honour”

This is June 1993 and the nation Nigeria is being viewed by the world as it witnesses one of many scintillating days in the exciting history of Nigeria; the focal news item: the annulment of the June 12 Presidential elections.

Fast forward to 2014 and welcome to Nigeria; it is two days after the New Year and I’m Peter, reporting in time-space; I’m at Ibadan. But the True question is; has the average Nigerian truly reconciled him/herself to such fact as IBB (Ibrahim Badamosi Babangida) says?

The truth of this matter, in my humble opinion, is that the crux of what IBB was saying, is the reason for the present stalemate in human talent/resource realization, as people the world over don’t seem to believe this statement; that their social progress pretty-much lies in their own doings alongside their fellows. Hence the overwhelming global economic woes and the horrendous number of youths without gainful work!

Topmost on the agenda of the then military rule of IBB, it seemed, was creating a fresh image of a Nigerian, free from colonial trappings of servitude; creating the new Nigerian; independent, self-confident and wealthy. This would be, of-course, largely contingent on a mentality in line with the above quote; belief in self and in the work of one’s own hands. A disattachment from total reliance on “Government employment and benevolence”.

I say, IBB is a visionary leader, seeing as the world is still facing a much similar problem in unemployment today. I give it to him; he had/has a clear understanding of the relative roles of government and the citizen towards and in relation to nation building. Today, I dare say, we have a paucity of such visionary stance in our leadership ranks around the globe, it need be said. But today is not a day for bashing; as its just two days into the new year; let’s celebrate. But just before that, my point need be completely made!

We are almost 7 billion people on this earth, male and female and the world is still suffering from poverty. Poverty of what? Is it a lack of people to bring positive ingenious ideas that will fuel the power turbines of world growth and intellectual/societal development? Afterall, like every fruit has seed, every human being has talent, and talent is the manure for growth in any developing society; which the earth of today is; we have 1st world/developed countries and 3rd world/underdeveloped countries on earth; and I say earth itself is a developing earth.

As earth is a developing world, we surely need to put more into the agriculture of talent development in our nations; seeing as God has given us talent free. Let us begin to solve our problems, starting with poverty, by human ingenuity. And this writing is just that; a piece of human ingenuity; but today is not a day to praise me, either. With the amount of talent already available as seed on earth and the benevolence of God; who is a provider of rain in its season; I see Nigeria and the world in its entirety blossoming quickly into a beauty and an awesome garden in time. But humans must know that their social growth lies in them bringing out the seeds deposited in them by God and not in relying on Government benevolence.

As a prominent american politician has said; “Ask not what your country will do for you…” And today, YOU must ask what you have to give back to mother Earth. Today!

Fruits have seed; humans have talenT.

Fruits have seed; humans have talenT.

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The Media God,

This year’s end, I look at the media year. This year, more than any other, I have come to see the need and use of media outlets like TV and Music video and Movies in educating human beings and stabilizing a society and the world at large.

Late this year, I watched a movie about a man, Sandy, who got his IDs stolen by a fat sociopath woman, let’s call her Margie. Sandy is a good law-abiding working class man who pays his taxes and is living small with a wife and kids. Also, a little naïve an believes in the safety provided by the State authorities, or used to, before he got successfully hit by Margie, a big-time credit card hacker and Identity Fraud practitioner.

Well, she got off with using his person to go out on a night club spree; buying drinks for all; got caught by the police for buying narcotics and even bought herself a new car! Sandy finds out (after being arrested by the police in association with the crimes committed) and is severely let-down by the local police who after clearing him by virtue of a mug-shot taken of Margie, tells him it’d take 6 months to a year to retrieve his cards and restore him back to a normal life.

He can’t wait! Meanwhile, back at his new office the same police men are waiting for him, again in connection with the on-going spending and offenses spree of Margie; who’s taken full advantage of the uni-sex name Sandy and is having a ball! Sandy, after being searched by the police again and talking with them and his angry new boss, takes permission to have a week off to go and track “Sandy” by himself, with the aid of the mug-shot of Margie and credit card debt details; the shop where Margie’d just spreed in another state. He explains to his now anxious wife and heads of out of state to track “Margie-Sandy” down; and after a little inquiry at the shop, with the aid of the mug-shot, he finds her. Now to trick her into coming with him to his state and then hand her over to the state police, seeing as its a state case.

Now is the part that I find critical. On confronting Margie, Sandy finds he’s met a tougher challenge than he bargained for. She clearly out-wits him in the argument of whether she’s even done anything wrong at all; she argues her case smartly and with all guile, insisting that she’s only made the best use of the System’s loop-holes. She also reminds Sandy; as he tries to draw-up moral backing for himself being the aggrieved, citing his wife and kids’ distress; that she has 70 year old parents that she’s supporting with her line of work and she also has siblings. Margie, who is already in trouble with the narcotics mafia which she’s put in police trouble and who are after her head, uses her street-smartness ruthlessly well against a helpless Sandy, who the system has let down. She even takes possession of his own car in all the messiness of the scene. Hilarious. She defeats him in a very awkward fist-fight! She uses her fatness amply!

It caught my attention that Sandy failed to make a clear water-tight argument in a case that was clear enough and even the State Police found this an up-hill task to do! Margie does well for herself, exonerating herself so well, she almost passes for the aggrieved party herself. It seems as though Sandy is bereft of moral high-ground to prove even a moral point to Margie; it looks like he can’t even convince himself that he’s done the right thing by coming out to track her down, in the first place. This is remarkably more often the case in real life these days; fortunately or no. Sandy after exhausting all his failure antics finally resorts to begging and in her utmost benevolence and mercy, she beautifully agrees to go with him to see his boss for an amicable settlement without the police. She also admits she now has a crush on him; poor guy.

I wonder what God has to say about this plot. Who’s the bad guy; or is it just the system messing up again? I thank the director and producers of the movie for such a realistic reproduction of this story-line; as the film goes on. But seriously, are we really kept safe by this system in which we live and live by? Is today’s system of Governments and business God-backed? Watching this movie, I saw another critical light that media had shed on living in the society we live in this day and age.

I’m calling for a God-Government, of the type of Deuteronomy in Israel (Jacob) but of a more technological facade. Let God come and do the job He knows so well how to do; Lead.

And I promise to do all in my humble capacity to support and promote media platforms like music video and movies in this new year, 2014, as they play a pivotal and supportive role in making Society a better place to live; more power to your elbow folks; thanks to WordPress and the internet media, toO

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God is watching, toO

God is watching, toO

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