Ghost Point: Crossover (Episode 3) (Part 1)

"I'm guy", he said.

Davis releases Musa from the cuffs and they walked​ into the house.

"Like I said earlier, I'm here to save you guys from the impending doom, you're about to face. I'm hardly the enemy", Davis said.

"Who do you say sent you again", Musa quizzed.

"The Author. He is the owner of this reality we live in. That is why I was able to do what I did to you."

They all sat. Guy brings Davis water to drink. Musa shuts the door and brings them blankets.
"About this Author, tell us more about him", Musa said with a curious askance.

"He is the Author not just of this reality but of my very own. The reality I come from. The Author calls our reality, novels. My reality he named after me: The ghost of time. My very narration of this story is his handiwork. One very day, something happened that enabled me to meet the Author in person. It enabled me access to his reality. That was how I met him."

Their faces looked stunned as if they had seen a ghost. A silence ensued. They were reluctant to ask further questions but Guy muttered, "who or what are you, and why did he send you here?"

"It's a long story", Davis replied.
"In my experience, long stories are short stories that one doesn't feel like sharing", Guy retorted.

"I will have you know I am the one hurting here: the only one who is supposed to be angry. If I had my way, wouldn't be here. I am here... I am here..."

Musa gesticulated, urging him to tell his story.

"I am the ghost of time. I was sent here to protect you guys like I said earlier. After I met with the Author, I asked why he discontinued my reality and why he killed off my girlfriend. He explained why he couldn't continue with the ghost of time: my reality. But he gave me the chance to live again— to find a new purpose. And that's why I was sent here. I am also here because I made a bargain. If I come here and save you guys, he will bring back my girlfriend. And that's the reason I agreed to come."

Davis laid on the couch and decided to sleep. Musa went into the armoury to get some weapons. He gave arms to both Davis and Guy.

Musa went up to the watch tower to keep watch. He stayed up until morning. The night was short.
It soon became morning.

He went into the house and found them asleep.
"Bloody civilians."
Musa went into the kitchen; boiled some water and made tea for himself. He finished eating, yet, they were still asleep. He went into the bathroom, got a bucket of water and poured on both of them.

Davis flipped, and before he knew what was going on, he went back in time. He went back in time to the previous evening.

Musa had just gone to the watch tower and they were about to sleep but their eyes remained wide open.
Guy muttered, "who is the ghost of time?"
Davis replied, " it seems you don't plan on going to sleep this night."

Guy replied, " I don't think we could, even if we wanted to. There is so much trepidation in our minds. Enough to drive sleep away."

Davis sat up. "There was a boy who wanted a peaceful and tranquil life. All that changed the day he fell in love with Princessa. He had just gotten back from school. He was sitting in his room reminiscing on her beautiful face when it happened for the first time. He went back in time to the exact moment he was reminiscing about. He was staring at her not realizing he had gone back in time. It was so confusing."

"Wow! That's a cool gift. So, poof! Just like that you went back in time?"

"It's not as​ cool as it seems", replied Davis. "One has to re-live every time he travels back to. And I can't travel to the future."

"Why", Guy asked.
"Because each time I travel back in time, I erase every future that ever were. Not just my own future but everyone else's​.

The Crossover: Groot Vs 'Davis met Princessa'

"For a soldier you cook good."
He laughs a little as he said,"a soldier is good at everything."
"We can't afford to be average while the enemy is above average. Because one's life depends on it. It's not a matter of choice. It's a matter of necessity."

"I see your point."

Musa got his pistol out and asked, "do you know how to use one of these?"

"In real life, no. But in video games, hell yeah."

"This is not a video game. You get shot, you die for real. No second chances."

Suddenly, there's a tremor and the building sort of transforms. A bright light shines from out the where the window now resides. The light soon fades. Musa and the other guy seems shocked and confused. They hear footsteps and Musa picked up his pistol. He drops the pistol and picks up a rifle.
He moves close to the new entrance...
"Please don't shoot. I'm not a zombie or a woodie or anything creepy."

"How did you get in here", Musa quizzed.

"Hmm. Hmm." Davis shook his head in confusion of what sane response to give."

"I appeared here."
Musa pointed his rifle at him now with a stern countenance.

"Don't shoot. Don't shoot!"
"Then start explaining", said Musa.

"My explanation will make no sense to you. I was sent here to help you."

"Who sent you?"
"The Author."
"The author of what? What do you mean the 'author'?"

Musa was visibly losing patience. The other guy stood behind Musa, mute and dumbfounded.
"You better start giving me rational explanations or I'll..."

He fires a warning shot past his ear.
"Okay. I've got an idea."
Davis thought to himself.
"The author sent me here, that means he's listening. So therefore, I can talk to him."

"I'm going to say some things and they are going to happen, but don't shoot me", Davis said.

It was past 9pm. And the night as getting cold.

"Musa, your rifle is gone", Davis said.
Just then, his rifle disappears.

"Shit!" Musa assumes a combat position.

"You are in a handcuff, Musa."

At once, his hands where cuffed and he fell to the ground.

The other guy runs into the house with fear written all over him.

"Who are you?"
"Now you are asking the right questions.
I am Davis. The ghost of time. You are Musa. And I was given the privilege to name the guy that just ran into the house.
He will be called... Hmm... Guy.
If you doubt me call him by this name and see what happens."

"Guy, come out", Musa shouted.

"Are you crazy, said Guy, do you want to get me killed."

"Guy, if you don't come out, I'll tell the author to kill you off", Davis threatened.

"Guy come out. He's not joking." 

"He can do it", Musa pleased.

"There you are."
"What's your name", Davis asked with a smirk on his face.

"I'm Guy", he said.

To be continued...

Groot: the untold story (episode 2)

Transforming to walking trees.
He said to himself, "the watching is over".
He ran like he never ran before.
I ran to a point where there were too many people causing a human traffick. He was stuck. He said to himself, "Taa! I'm the mean character, I just can't die at the beginning of the story! I'm not Ned Stark."

He managed to get himself to side of the now overly crowded road and shouted, "look, there is another one in front!"

Fortunately for him, only a few people cared to look before running. There was a stampede. Before long, his path was clear.
The road lead to cul-de-sac, surrounded by very expensive houses with high fences.
"Shit! I'm not dying today."
He ran around for a while till he came across a hidden alleyway. The alleyway had a little gate which he forced open.
The sound of dogs barking came from the left fence of one of the two fences that formed the alleyway. He jumped over the little gate at the end of the alleyway only to meet a...
"Hey! Stop there!"
"Where do you think you are going", quizzed by a face with a countenance that suggested a trigger happy individual.

Pointing his gun at him, his grimace still demanded an answer.
"I... I... Something was chasing everyone. It's killing people and turning them into..."

"Were you affected. I mean, has the greenish substance touched you, he asked still holding his gun firm.
"No! I'm one of the lucky few to escape."
To be continued...

Davis met Princessa

I was in the shower having my bath. And midway into it, I heard a knock on the door. I quickly watched my face and tied a towel. I peeped through the window to find out who it was.
Realising it wasn't someone I know I said, "give me a minute."
As I was about turning around, his countenance flashed before my eyes and formed an eerie perception.
I felt I knew him more than anything but I was at the same time very sure I've never seen him before.
I cleaned myself up and put on proper clothes. I opened the door and went outside to inquire proper who he was.

"You might want to let me in. What we have to discuss isn't something you'd want hear while standing", he said.

"Who are you", I rebuffed.
"I am Davis Richards. The only son of my single mother. The bereft lover of Pricessa Okafor."

At this point, I fainted.
I woke up, with my head aching badly and body soaked with water. I remember discussing this particular scenario with a friend a week ago. After which she tried to scare the hell out of me with imageries of its possiblity.

"Are you okay", he inquired.
I waved my hand in the affirmative.

"Are you telling me you are Davis Richards, the ghost of time?"

"Yes."

"How... How are you real? How are you able to have a form?"

"You stopped writing my story after gaining admission into the university. But that wasn't what made me have form. You gave the book to someone, and she altered the book terribly. That action sort of magically gave life to me."

"Hmm. Are you sure, I asked.

"Truthfully, I'm not sure. But that's the closest conclusion."

"So did you find me Davis?"

"It was quite easy. I'm the ghost of time remember?"

"It don't think that has anything to do finding someone, I retorted."

"Ok. I reversed psychoanalysed you."
"How?!"
"You designed me to reason like you remember. I sort of even think like you. In fact, the only difference between you and I, is that I'm the ghost of time and you are... You."

"Stop sounding proud. I made you, remember? I'm not a 'You'. I am your creator."

"Take your own advice already. If I'm proud, it's because you made me so, and if you made me so, it's because your are proud."

"You still haven't told me why you came."

He suddenly became silent and sullen.

"You killed Princessa. And as I was about going to the past to bring her back to life, I froze..."

"Oh. That was where I stopped writing the book", I interjected."

"I've been miserable alive in this sad, real world. Seven years, I looked for you. Seven years!"

Tears run down his cheeks while started disappearing and reappearing erratically.
I became intensely scared.
He started to calm himself down when he saw I was scared out of my mind.

"I'm so sorry. I forgot you are used to seeing this in real life. I'm so so so sorry."

"It's fine", I replied.

"But why did you kill Princessa?"

"As it turns out, you are not the only one who loved her."
A confusion struck across his face.
"How do you mean", Davis quizzed.

"Princessa isn't just a fictional character. I know her in this real life. I stopped writing the story because we broke up. I lost the muse. So I abandoned the book. I couldn't bear to write a story using the name of someone who broke my heart."

"Why didn't you just change the name?"

"You don't get it? She died to me. Meaning she dies to you also. I had to let go and move on. If had ever changed the name like you suggested, it will no longer be Princessa. Not exactly though. Though you would still love her nonetheless.
I guess, I didn't know you could actually autonomously have feelings."

"So what are you going to do? You need to continue the story, please please."

"Davis, the story would have ended with you in a heartbreak. Spoiler alert— she dies eventually."

"Why?!"
"I've seen Game of thrones, that's why. In addition, I'm no longer that guy seven years ago. I've grown and my heart's not fragile and 'fairy tales-squed'."

"I'm so sorry Davis. I can write you a different story though. One where you use your superpowers to the fullest. I just started the story."

"What about Princessa and bring her back?"
"Forget her. I'll find you someone else. There 7 billion people in this real world. But there are an upteenth number of persons in my imagination. I'll create someone 100 time more beautiful than Princessa. See it as an upgraded version."

"Hmm. Adventure. A chance to feel the rush of Adrenaline. A chance to meet someone entirely much more exciting?"

"Yeah!"

"I'm doing this for you. But when I'm done. I want Princessa back. She broke up with you, not me."

Story continues in the crossover: Groot—the untold story.

Groot: The untold story

He stood at the cross roads and kept looking for a taxi.
The environment was tranquil and peaceful. At a point, he shrug off the thought that a taxi would come his direction.

As he was about to take a step, he heard screams from behind him.

"Ahh! Run! Run for your life!"
"What is happening", he asked.
But no one took notice of his presence, as they all fled for their lives.

Just then he looked ahead I saw what looked like a tree. And it was moving. Moving and somewhat talking.
"Ahh!!!"
It spat a greenish substance from what seemed like it's mouth. As soon as the substance touched humans, they started transforming to...

To be continued.

St. Valentine's absence in the ordo.

The current “ordo,” the church’s official annual calendar of feasts, lists Feb. 14 as the feast of St. Cyril, monk, and St. Methodius, bishop. They were blood brothers in the ninth century who are known as the “Apostles to the Slavs.”

They began by preaching the Gospel in Moravia (in the eastern part of what is now the Czech Republic) and translated the liturgy into the Slavonic language. (Feb. 14 was the date of St. Cyril’s death.)

In the 1962 missal of Pope John XXIII, Feb. 14 was marked as the feast of St. Valentine. As closely as can be determined, Valentine was a priest of Rome who was martyred in the persecution under the Emperor Claudius, probably around the year 270.

Legend says that Claudius had issued a decree forbidding his military troops to marry and that Valentine defied this decree by urging young lovers to come to him for the sacrament of matrimony.

Further legend has it that during Valentine’s imprisonment, he befriended the blind daughter of his jailer, converted her and her father to Christianity, restored her sight and, the night before his execution, wrote her a farewell message signed, “From Your Valentine.”

In the 1969 reform of the liturgical calendar, the church reduced the number of feast days of saints for whom hard historical facts were scarce, including St. Valentine.

His popularity persists, however, along with age-old customs of cards and candy — and if you surveyed Catholics as to whose feast we celebrate Feb. 14, probably 99 percent would answer “St. Valentine’s.”

Reference:
By Father Kenneth Doyle

Of the Rings: The Lords and Frodo Baggins

That eerie view from a ravine. Staring at Isingard. That enemy's lair.
One must venture out of the shire of his comfort and do things that must surpass that that his Bilbo Baggins did.
Being a Frodo and saying yes, even with your heart still saying no. "This ring I must bear I said."
Support came from more than just friends.
I had an Elf, a Dwarf, a wizard, a ranger, a warrior, and best of all, three God given best friends.
We fellowshipped till I realized— trusting is no virtue.
But that wasn't all I learnt. I also learnt that, no matter how much you push away a friend, he will never leave.
The burden was growing by the day. The weight— too strong.
A ghost followed us. A living testimony of failure.
The one called Smeagol possessed by the gollum.
It was destiny that we cross paths. He was a constant reminder that we must never fail. That we must never give in to the temptation.

He crawled on all fours and ate raw games.
Sam never fell for his treachery, but I, told by another to pity him. And I pitied him.

And why would one not?
It's wasn't my place to judge him for who he now is. I showed him love where hate formally resided.

Samwise would scold him now and then.

We got captured by Faramire, the warrior's brother.
He too was tempted to take the ring from us but Sam screamed, "the ring drove you brother mad!"

He apologized like they all do after they realized their temptation.
And he let us go.
Smeagol was beaten and we lost his trust, just when passed a temptation for over fifty years and rebuked the spirit the tormented him.

We climbed up the steps at Minas Morgul, and Smeagol smeared my elvish cloak with the elvish bread we had in our backpack.

Smeagol convinced me, preying on my pity for him. And I sent Sam away. Alone, I went into the tunnels. Smeagol disappears and a vile looking creature appeared from the darkness behind me.
I brought out the gift bestowed to me by the so-called elvish witch.
"This will be a light for you when all other lights go out."
I fought the eight legged beast and made it out of the cave.
Smeagol wrestled me but fell into a Marianna-like pit.
Unbeknownst to me, the big spider stung me from behind and rolled me all up with its thick web.

But Sam discovering Smeagol's treachery had ran to my rescue. Thinking I was dead, he left because some orcs where coming.

Realizing how silly he had been for leaving after hearing the orcs saying I was only paralyzed and not dead, he came charging to their tower.

Now, at last, the eye of Sauron was diverted away from us. We made it into Mount Doom.
But not without the help of Sam.

"I cannot carry this ring for you, but I sure can carry you."

Then came the great temptation. I couldn't throw the ring into the molten fires of Mount Doom.

Smeagol came charging at me and bit off my finger. We wrestle some more and he fell into flames of Mount Doom together with the ring.
But not without the fake drama of Hollywood.
"Take my hand Frodo. Don't you let go."

Haba, over molten magma. Fresh one oh. E never even dey cool, nai person dey e never get first degree burn?

They made it, eventually.
There were times he said it was impossible.
This is life at its worst.

And they all lived happily ever after in elvish heaven except for Sam who is going to star in the third book.

Don't ask me the title.
Am I the one writing it?
Maybe; maybe not.

Proof Of Honesty

I finally got paid on 'MMM United' yesterday night. Sometime ago, someone made a statement on how a white person trusted him and gave him his 'MMM United' Account details to confirm himself. Same day some derogatory comments were made against our people by our own people (Nigerians). Well, the event that happened yesterday proved those derogatory statements wrong. I was matched to be paid by this guy (Justice, a Nigerian living in Nigeria) on Wednesday. I called him same day and got the response– "I will get back to you". Same response I got from a from a guy last year who ought to have paid this pending GH order but failed to, before 'MMM United' started witnessing hitches. Wednesday passed and came Thursday (yesterday). I concluded within myself, "another business as usual". I will have to wait for a re-match. Thursday night, exactly 22:20 GMT, I received a call from Justice. "Hello, is this Ojukwu Chukwu? I am meant to pay you on 'MMM United'. I am going to transfer the Bitcoin to your wallet now, when you get it, please confirm me." I said, "ok". He transferred the Bitcoin, I received it, waited for minutes (maybe 15 minutes) before logging in to my 'MMM United' account but found out he hasn't uploaded his proof of payment and as such, I can't confirm him. I called him to notify him about that, but he knows nothing on how to go about the Transaction ID. Two Admins in this group knew my ordeal the day I asked a friend and my referrer to help out on this (that's story for another day). I tried explaining to Justice but still he couldn't do it. So I had two options in mind, wait till his time elapses, and he gets blocked, then I will transfer his Bitcoin back to him and wait for a re-match, or he sends his Bitcoin Wallet account details so I can login myself and do the Transaction ID task myself. "To a stranger?" You might have asked right? Well, I suggested the latter only and the former as plan B if he refuses. He sent his Bitcoin Wallet Account login details and authorized me, so I logged in to his account successfully. You might say, "maybe there isn't much Bitcoin in his wallet. Well your guess is as good as wrong. He has over 10BTC in his wallet (you sure know the amount in there and he trusted me with it). I got the Transaction ID for the Bitcoin Transfer he did to me and that of numerous others he paid yesterday night. He offered to give me the details of his 'MMM United' account to help upload the Proof of payment but I didn't oblige to the request, but suggested he does that himself and learn how to do it while I guide him. I guided him successfully.

There are still many people in Nigeria who trusts strangers. The whites are not better than us, let's emancipate ourselves from that mental slavery.

Article by Ojukwu, Tochukwu

The Thing Around Your Mind

The Thing Around your Mind

So I applied for Mars 2030. I was just pranking these guys when the sent an email. They said, "congrats! We have been looking for you. Let's go build Mars together".

See me see trouble. I don't want to go oh. I was joking. "Person no fit follow una play again."

Two days later, I was coming back from morning mass, then I saw  a mail in the mail box. Curious, I opened the box and got the mail out.
"Welcome to Mars 2030 project. We are glad to inform you that we have your suit ready. Since we didn't have a suit your size, we had to make a bespoke suit for you."

"These guys serious oh", I said to myself.
"They didn't interview me sef. You sure say them no wan use me do experiment?"

Then at the end of the mail they said, pay a flight fee of 100,000 naira into first bank account.

I shouted, "Taa! 419."
😁😁😁😁😁😁

Before then I was busy listening to this song: Wish me well by Timi Dakolo

Personify This

Rivers are colourless
Roses have thorns
Ashes are made of black and white
Life and death are mirror images

Flaws are a story
Drama are betid
An experience is made
New alliances forged

Soldier go
Soldier come
Barracks continue their existence
No one remembers the sendoff

We all are as useless
As we are as useful
Are as glorious
As we are as dust

No more than a pack of breathing meat
Truly, truly, personify this.
A crown on a deceased king.
A crown on a dull.