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MY NEMESIS: PART THREE
~4.0 mins read
SMOULDERING FEELINGS, LOVE AND LUST—EMOTIONS AND ECSTASY IN MY GALLERY.
SEASON ONE
MY NEMESIS part three (3)
*DAPHNE* .
The walk home was usually a long one. Often times when I had extra money, I would pick an okada home. Today, the walk wasn't long, and even though usually, there were many faces on my way home, and some shop owners close to my apartment whom I usually joke with on my way home, I'll bet I saw no one and no one spoke to me. It suddenly downed on me that I was oblivious of my walk home totally, it's like lost in thoughts I just found myself at home.
Not looking at the door, I fumbled my hand in my purse trying to locate my key, I couldn't find it. I looked harder, and there it was at the corner of my purse, . My legs were still weak I had to get in, sit down and get myself ready to question myself and answer myself and then curse myself. I have had this kind of conversations with myself countless times.
Looking at the door it wasn't locked and that could mean only one thing—Debbie was inside. I replaced my key in my purse and walked reluctantly inside.
"I was expecting it to take longer than this, e be like people no plenty today be that ba?" Debbie said inquisitively. I didn't answer her I walked straight to the foot of the bed, sat myself down, reached a hand, took two pillows kept one on my laps and one behind my back and laid on it slowly and I was facing the ceiling blankly. In between her makeup, Debbie was still blabbing something I couldn't hear or maybe I heard but I was just ignoring her. I wasn't ready to tell her my tale, she would laugh at me. Now that I have decided not to talk to her she said something that caught my attention "abi dem poshu you comot say u be under age" "under age kill you there, me weh old finish" I said. "You weh old sotey you no geh boyfriend" She was at it again. I couldn't stretch it further, Usually we never kept secrets, at least not about boyfriends and stuff like that. I had to tell her.
"I didn't do it" I said in a give-up-tone. "Didn't do what the PVC??" "Yes" I affirmed. "Why, too many people?" I nodded my head in negation "guess who I saw" I asked, this time with more energy. "George" she said with glee
"Nope" I said. "Bossy junior" she guess again smiling. I nodded my head in negation. "Remember Ephy?" I said, but she looked confused "Azin I-F-I" I stressed just like he did the day I met him "oh! now I do" she said with her face glaring the more. I had told Debbie about Ephraim, the day I met him, the kind of chill I felt down to my stomach just from his words and how clumsy I became, and left. I even told her how I saw him countless times after that day. I would hide yet, I'd wish he sees me and he wouldn't. I would go home cursing myself asking myself why I didn't go to say hi to him.
"I saw him again, infact I stood next to him" I said
"And...?" She asked with an interest and intent to hear more. I didn't speak. Then for a moment she started drawing her conclusions or probably trying to persuade me to talk. She loved such gists. "Oh so he didn't recognize you, you could have told him it's you nah... Abi he ignored you?" "Far from that" I said then what?? She inquired with more interest. "He did recognize me, he wanted to talk to me but I ran away" I said and sank back in my bed. She kept her face as though she was dumbfounded. I told her every single detail of what had happened, even how I felt the moment I saw him again. She still had that dumbfounded face and then all of a sudden she began to laugh hysterically. "See the reason I kept quiet in the first place?" I said and then she controlled her fakingkly-louded-laghter. "Why on earth would you do that?" And then I began to pour out my mind.
"I was scared, have you ever thought of telling a guy you love him? Have you imagined how odd that sounds? he hasn't even indicated any interest in me and I like him this much, what will I do if he finally do? And on top of it, he looks too flirty. Oh gosh! He's always like he would be the king of wooing, you know, from the way he speaks je you go know say this one na bad guy... But somehow I still see gentleness in him. Thruth is I don't even know what to do." I paused, Debbie was just looking at me with her mouth wide open. "You must think me stupid" I resolved, "I'm here getting all worked up about someone who hasn't even said a word to me and I jeopardized the only chance I had of speaking to him".
Before she could utter another word, I begged her. "Debbie pls let's close this topic for today". She just shrugged and went back to her makeup. She knew I was getting depressed and upset with myself. I get too emotional at times.
"And your PVC?" her voice came on again. Tomorrow is going to be the last day, so I'd go again" I said and silently prayed I'd see him again.
Will she still run if she sees Ephraim again??
Will Ephraim be able to speak in case he sees her?
*Watch out for the next episode next Sunday.
Will she still run if she sees Ephraim again??
Will Ephraim be able to speak in case he sees her?
*Watch out for the next episode next Sunday.
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Perkyspunk

SMOULDERING FEELINGS, LOVE AND LUSTEMOTIONS AND ECSTASY IN MY GALLERY.SEASON ONE...
~3.6 mins read
SMOULDERING FEELINGS, LOVE AND LUST—EMOTIONS AND ECSTASY IN MY GALLERY.
SEASON ONE
MY NEMESIS part two (2)
*EPHRAIM*
I began to wonder if she hates me that much. Could she hate me just like that without even knowing who I am?
The first time I saw her, was kinda different. At least she spoke that day. I can still remember It was in a retail shop close to my apartment. I had gone to get some detergents. And for the first time ... No, actually, for the second time in my life I saw someone who made my heart skipped a beat.
At moments like this, I usually don speak cuz I fear I may puke. But fortunately at least, that day I left my cowardice self at home and took my flirting self. "My name is Ephraim but people often call me Ephy—yeah as in I-F-I," I said, stressing it in a way that sounded more like a joke. She smiled, was she smiling because I wore only a vest to cover my chest? Well, it was a bit dark but the smile wasn't hidden, it was pleasant she was definitely damn beautiful. She looked at me for a moment and then she turned cold. I couldn't even tell but she became clumsy. "I'm Daphne" she managed to say. "You live around here?" I could swear she didn't want to answer the last question but some heavenly spirit must have compelled her and she muttered "yes I do" and hurriedly she left. I went home with this feeling you get when you achieve something. I just couldn't figure what I had achieved.
The following day I asked around, no heads or tails. I began to wonder if I had seen a spirit yesterday. Well, I wouldn't be shocked, she was too beautiful to be human. I was just unlucky. As if that wasn't enough, my younger brother began to do what he does best—to tease me. After a lot of insults, he finally said "I have good news for you"
I knew it was another prank of his, but deep down I was expecting good news sure it was. Only that it was barely useless.
"She graduate for my school, na she be head girl dah time. And the good news be say she don get admission for this una prestigious family University". He said the last words almost in-between a laugh. I knew he was talking about Benue State University.(BSU) And that was it; that was all I ever heard of her. I never heard anything more about her. But believe me, I never for once forgot her face and the thoughts of her, the innocent looks in her eyes always kept me on my toes.
After a very long time, I finally saw Daphne again yesterday... Things work well when the devil is asleep. A very nice angel who must have known that the devil was still sleeping pushed her on the queue right behind me.
I have always been adamant about coming to get my PVC ( permanent voters card). But somehow a good heavenly being must have been behind pushing me to go for it. It must be angel Gabriel because he made sure that I went to the right place—where I would find Daphne. The Redeemed christian church was nearer to my house but I preferred to go to the school Chaplaincy. No wonder, it was for a worthwhile reason. There was beautiful Daphne right behind me.
Fate is cunning, it never does anything completely well. Somehow, I forgot my flirting self at home and my cowardice self was there looking for a reason to turn behind and steal a glance at the Pretty face behind me. What a pity!
I stood, there lost in thoughts, for almost an hour, thinking of what to say. The line wasn't even moving fast.
"Welcome to BSU where we do everything on queue. Yet, nothing goes well" Phizzy my course mate said. I knew she was referring to Daphne because she was the only 'year one' student close to us and maybe she was uneasy. And here came that opportunity to talk to her. I turned as though to face Phizzy but Somewhere within me, my flirty self, that bold me, that talking me sprang out at the sight of her so I faced her. Oh she was the truest definition of 'pulchritude'. Just a look at her face and I had a million things to say. But then something happened. My luck had died maybe the devil was now awake, she turned back spitefully and left for God knows where. She acted like she was impelled by an impulse. I wanted follow but no, I knew better what my course mates, especially Ricky and Phizzy would do if I followed her.
The good news be say na the only place weh remain to do PVC for Makurdi be this. I was sure she would come back the next day. I consoled myself with that and I let go thoughts of cursing myself for not following her.
The good news be say na the only place weh remain to do PVC for Makurdi be this. I was sure she would come back the next day. I consoled myself with that and I let go thoughts of cursing myself for not following her.
I did the process that day but I just spent the rest of that day idling around smiling sheepishly.
Watch out for episode 3 next Sunday.
Watch out for episode 3 next Sunday.
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FINALLY SHE SAID THE WORDS. She Said
~1.1 mins read
Finally!!! She said the words... And she said yes
I have always told her how I felt. She would look at me and say it's not time, when the time is right I'll let u know. I almost gave up...but the desire to have someone I would call my own was always lingering and itching me from inside. I could see the love in her eyes as she said it, the tenderness in her voice. But I could still feel the void, I would imagine the lacuna that will be filled in my life if only she said the words
I had always heard that patience is a virtue, Now I actually know. I have tasted it first-hand. I can't actually tell u the joy that is flowing through my veins, I freeze at times to ask myself if truly this is happening... My joy at this moment knows no bounds. I have never felt this free in my life. I feel like I'm floating in a storm of joy, a tempest of happiness. I feel butterflies in my belly and even my chest. Just cuz of the words she said.
At a time I least expected, she said "yes" and these were her words...
"My son saater I think the time is now right...u can now have a girlfriend"
All of u that wanted to ask me out but were waiting for the right tym, my mum said this is the right time.. Thanks mum.. I love you.
Hurry u may be late..
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ANDY AN INSPIRATION ON PEJOWEB.
~1.2 mins read
Yes shey I no tell you.
Usually, I try to be a good writer but mostly I love to read a good story.
Found myself on pejoweb. Actually, was referred by a friend. She would keep telling me what to do to earn more. But the truth is, aside posting my poems and short stories, which I'm even truant, I found just a few things interesting on the platform.
Basically what I saw on pejoweb was more of a news sharing platform rather than a content creation platform. 'posting of non-interesting news with catchy headlines. ( No offense tho). Well sorry, I'm not that kind of a news guy. So in as much as I love to read and earn I preferred to go back to my novels where I read, never earned but enjoyed.
Oh I didn't tell you from the start but I have a buck of novels on my phone Which I read all the time. I could recommend some if you need.
Then, this evening I just went on pejoweb reluctantly... Mek I just fulfill all righteousness say my friend call me say mek I de read for pejoweb. And boom I saw "A post by Andy... something "the photostudio Episode 7" I read through. Like serious I had to go to his page and I read all the article he has posted including the following comments. I found them all interesting. To make it more fun, he has a rival... Allison
I admit that this is the first time I have spent up to an hour on pejoweb. And thanks to Andy. And unfortunately for me, my phone battery has just a few minutes left to go off. Today weh I decided mek scan through pejoweb.
To me, an interesting content creation is what matters the most.
What's your opinion?
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Perkyspunk

SMOULDERING FEELINGS. LOVE AND LUSTEMOTIONS AND ECSTASY IN MY GALLERY
~2.5 mins read
SMOULDERING FEELINGS, LOVE AND LUST—EMOTIONS AND ECSTASY IN MY GALLERY.
This is a serie brought to you on pejoweb by me (perkyspunk).
As expressed by the tittle, this serie is a fiction catalysed by unexpressed burning feelings of emotions and ecstasy, love and lust. Though fictitious, this serie is presented in a manner that makes it seem rather nonfictitious.
As expressed by the tittle, this serie is a fiction catalysed by unexpressed burning feelings of emotions and ecstasy, love and lust. Though fictitious, this serie is presented in a manner that makes it seem rather nonfictitious.
SMOULDERING FEELINGS, LOVE AND LUST —EMOTIONS AND ECSTASY IN MY GALLERY is a serie that is laced in two phases. Thus, it may come either in prose or poetry form. It may come with different subheadings.
If you have ever had unexpressed feelings, if you love 'love', if you like and fancy romance, if you love to read a good piece, expect this serie every Sunday.
SMOULDERING FEELINGS, LOVE AND LUST—EMOTIONS AND ECSTASY IN MY GALLERY.
SEASON ONE.
MY NEMESIS Episode one (1).
*DAPHNE.
I stood behind him, my heart was throbbing as though it would leap out of its cage. I was restless, I noticed I was breathing heavily and hard. Were the people around hearing my breathing sounds? Were they hearing my gaspings? Did they notice how uneasy I was? I tried to control that, I ended up gasping the more— I gave it up.
Unconsciously I stared at his back, his manly features, the finely carved and well arranged buttocks well fitted in the chinos trousers he was wearing. Slowly and still in my subconsciousness, my eyes crept up to his broad shoulders, even from behind I could see the finely developed muscular arms. Wow!! Does he affect other women the way he did me? I thought within myself. I was imagining things,Wild and dirty thoughts started creeping in on me . I discarded them by pinching myself back to reality—back on the queue where we were.
I have always avoided situations that would put us (me and him) in one place but I had also told myself that I must get my PVC (permanent voters card) today and because fate has never been on my side, here was I on the same queue, Not just that, standing right next to him.
Not too long after I brought back myself from my wild imaginations, someone said something that would make him want to turn behind, he was about to turn behind. oh! fate you are wicked. I bent my head, closed my eyes, prayed to heaven, gods and whatever there is to be prayed to —"please don't let him turn". I knew better what would happen if he did turn. As wicked fate would have it, he did turn—my prayers were not answered. He stepped out of the line and faced me squarely And there was I, on my toes, on the edge. Oh gods. His lips were full, quite kissable, really inviting, a bit pink and oh! his manliness was doing something I can't really find the words to say. His gray white eyes met mine, all in just a few seconds and I could feel my breast stand, they were twitching, they were yearning for a squeeze, my legs were becoming weak, I could feel my face burning hot, my eyes were blinking thrice faster than usual. I hated myself. I knew he knew he had seen me somewhere and I knew what he was about to say. In order to be saved from the shame of succumbing so easily. With my head bent, I stepped out of the line, I turned my back and walked home as fast as my already weak legs could carry me.
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Perkyspunk

YOU CAN SAY I'M NOT A BELIEVER.
~0.6 mins read
Who said we are not believers?
Who said our faith is not enough?
Nothing have our lives for relief
Except for our faith even when it though
What if it was, and is still a fiction?
What if religion is just a check on humanity
We wouldn't know the fact of distinction
But we take the stories as facts with faith in simplicity
The questions in my Caravan of thoughts
Leave me wondering if I am faithless
But whatever be my lot
I take and move as though I'm fearless
Mysteries they call them
Miseries we bear in truth
But who actually can explain them
When all they say have no actually proof.
Blame me not for having these questions
I am just but human
Some people say I am a blinkard
Yet, some think me a gullible.
In the end, I am who I say I am.
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Perkyspunk

TIME A CONSTANT FACTOR
~1.6 mins read
If you want to know why time move slow sometimes and then fly sometimes, read this.
TIMEA CONSTANT FACTOR.
People say the only thing that is constant is Change. But I wish to add an item to the list of the constant factors. Apart from Change, there is something else that is constantTime.
In our heads, in our minds and within our psychology, time either moves too fast, ticks normally or moves slow. We wake some days and say things like "today the time had wings".
The truth is that the pace of time is abstractly renegotiated and reset in our heads. And hence, we see time moving either too fast or slow.
Time acceleration in our heads is basically engineered and catalyzed by worry and anxiety. Thus, planning ahead, starting early, assembling what is needed beforehand is the best way to work in time or wait for time rather than running behind time.
When we were kids, the time movement from one Christmas to the next was usually slow. Growing up, Christmases came quicker than we expected. This is not because times have changed.
This owes chiefly to planning. As kids, we would plan everything we would do come the next Christmas and all we had to do was wait for it to comeTime was always slow.
It is an undebunkable fact that now as adults, we have a lot on our plates, we are chained by responsibilities and commitments. But I tell youyes you, that even at this age, when you plan early and well, you see time ticking and moving in it's primordial state (the normal pace). Thus, I'll be right to say that time doesn't go faster than expected; we are rather slower than expected.
Most times We fail to start things at the times we ought to. And the credit goes to procrastination. At times we outline the things we need to do then we get lackadaisical about them. At the end of everything, we start in late hours, wrong timings and then we turn to blame time for moving too fast.
We keep complaining how fast the time is flying. But in reality if we had actually moved a little quicker, walked a little faster, made those descissions a little bit earlier, time wouldn't be flying.
Actually, time doesn't change its pace, our engagements, anxiety or disquietude, and proactivity determines how fast or slow it moves, all in our heads.
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MEND MY BROKEN HEART. ??
~2.5 mins read
I must confess: some times I deliberately stare at you to communicate you without using my vocalization apparatus nor distorting the air. "mind you my lamp is on the table."
But assuredly I say to you; most of the times I find myself staring at you for a reason I know not and can't explain. "mind you, my lamp is on the table."
Not because I intend to stare but because I can't help but stare; I tell you, sometimes I find myself staring at you even in your absence. "mind you, my lamp is on the table."
But behold I can't forget it has broken me down, and I must admit that it weighed me down and left me with nothing but a lasting headache, when I heard from your lips that we were not Meant to be. "mind you, my lamp WAS on the table."
The wrong one sat on my table, at the other end of my table; Being so porous allowed the wind to dangle the flames of my lamp. "mind you my lamp WAS on the table".
Being so gullible and squishy, yielded to a beckoning bulb and left my table. "mind you, my lamp WAS on the table."
And she said I was always too pithy, succinct and laconic and would prefer a verbose; and behold my table was left open at the other end. "mind you, my lamp WAS on the table."
Thence, in fear I besieged strongly my walls and left the outside gruff and coarse. "mind you, my lamp WAS on the table."
But then I concealed it within this non-porous walls and behold my lamp IS in a Bushel.
Now in the dark I traded my paths. "mind you, my lamp IS under a bushel".
Yes! I can feel the lacuna...
why should I smile when I'm in the dark? My teeth are not that white, they can't glare, dazzle nor sparkle in the dark.
Why should I cover myself? I had lost the taste of the apple (the apple Adam ate) and my lord had not called me. "mind you, my lamp IS under a bushel"
Oh hell!!
What a world? In my griefs in the dark I beckoned but you saw not. "mind you, my lamp IS under a bushel".
I was too feeble, it was too dark I couldn't walk or find my way out. I was in the abyss of ignorance, despair and lonelines
"mind you, my lamp IS under a bushel".
"A lamp is therefore valueless under a bushel" is of my repentance and resolution, and behold my lamp is on the table.
Dear friend, if you care, you can come and share this table with me; add your light to mine and make it lively, brighter, stronger and warmer "Mind you, our lamps WILL BE on the table".
Sit at the other end of my table, stop the ill breeze and and feel the warmth of our lamps "Mind you, OUR lamps WILL BE on the table".
Dear friend if you care, our four palms and our bodies will be enough to shield our lamps from the ill winds of this world "Mind you OUR lamps WILL BE on the table".
Dear friend if you care enough, in a hug with our arms closed, like an unblossomed flower covers it's pith, we will cover our lamps from quenching "Mind you, OUR lamps WILL BE on the table".
In this groping, as light as a feather we will float in the air.
In this groping, like the light of a lamp, we will Illuminate and warm our world.
"Mind you, OUR lamps WILL BOTH BE on the same table."
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