A close call

Twas at a cross road and right in the middle of a
catch up, a gun and a surge of andrenaline came
calling.
I thought, saw, ran in split seconds.
All of that side of me that is rarely ever used.
Still pointing to the direction of a gun, a guy I
never had the displeasure of knowing edged close
and held a friend of mine.
First I thought they were cultists and I resisted
the urge to run till saw the whole street emptying
themselves in the other side of the road.
My friend pushed him, freed himself from his
grasp and fled with me, together with my other
buddy who drop his phone unwittingly, in the
chaos.
In my place of refuse, I remembered them at last.
There they were, standing in front of me, pipping
from behind a fence.
"Are they gone?"
"Guy, my phone fall oh"
"Gboza!!"
And another chaos ensued.
Minutes later I heard screams of a familiar kind.
"Ole! Ole! Ole!"
Already, I was drawing a map in my head: an
alternative route home.
Three things I took home from this experience:
1. I realized I could really run
2. That I am selfish except your blood is in my
veins
3. I'll go back for the rescue when all is safe
except...

A tranquil eventide walk

It's exactly 19:00. I'm very close to the bank. I'm walking in a boulevard, listening to a refined voice make music to my ear.
Walking dangerously close to the road and cynical while at it.
Trying hard not to lose my muse.
A beautiful voice said hello.
Feeling ambivalent, I replied, "hello".
Taking the ear piece out of my ear, I stared into her shimmering eyes: as  wet as the morning dew.
Her first words were, "can I walk with you?"
Curious and indecisive I said, "free as a bird".
Prying and intrusive, she said, "what are you thinking?"
I just couldn't fathom why she thought I would give that a reply.
I said, "ransom notes keep falling out of your mouth. Mid-sweet talks on news paper word cutouts."
And she stared at me with a countenance of confusion but kept her cool despite her scepticism about my sanity.
"FYI, I'm just using you for the company in order to feel safe walking on this lonely road but now I feel like you are the kind of scenario I was running from."
"My mistake. Pardon my indiscretion."
"I'm just not in the mood of kidnapping people today."
"What?"
"I was just accessing your earlier statement of self worth to see if it were true."
"And?"
"You're still here."
"You feel you are smart, don't you?"
"Thanks, but compliments don't move me."
Angered she said, "I see you need to be really alone."
"I never asked for company.
And yes, my mood fights back at you."
I would have love to apologise but we'll have to see a second time for that to happen."
"You have no idea you're supercilious with delusions of grandeur."
"What a compliment. You never stop, do you?"
"Go to hell!"
"I'll find you.
Trust me, I always do."
"Who cares! Gosh."
Walking off in utter fury. I could find a smirk on my face.

Vanity

What does thou seek, that thou does not already have?
Oh, in our search for vanity's swag we are indulged in an endless loop of wants and desires: never seem to be quenched; never seem to be satisfied.
Vain creatures, vain creatures I see.
Evil in time you'll seek, but for the journey, it's what the indulgence is for.
In time, in time, in vanity's arms, all foul things come forth!
It's unavoidable, the truth, that stands glaringly in front of your eyes.
Do we choose to see it; do we choose to ignore it?
The path that leads to light or the freeway that leads to darkness.
For vanity the preacher says. All is vanity!

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Discordant words

The dark stars are falling. The dust did begin to fall when people held their heads heavy.
Oily marks appeared on walls. The exact spot where pleasure moments hung: a picturesque representation of still life.
Spinning around again and rubbing my eyes in dismay. "This can't be happening".
When busy street's a mess, more than a muse slips away to silence too silent to earring.
So I'm asking the discordant company,"where are we? What the hell is going on?"
And even though I know blood and tears were here first, I know it's for the best. Mid-sweet talk on news paper word cutouts, are the forms from which these memories take shape in the vaguest part of my heart; in the aftermath of the twilights.
As is the characteristic of truth, it's hard to take in.
The promising prospects of the muse caused of melancholy.  

Sin

People refuse your methods vehemently, because they know it's sincere and genuine.
It only leads me to the realization that people aren't saying no or yes to one or some things in their life based on the present. Rather it's based on a lifelong battle of who owns who.
The body or the soul?
The body gets sick and so does the soul. And more real is soul's sickness.
If the soul is sick, it could lead the body to being sick unlike the body that more often than not gets sick and doesn't affect the soul.
How does the soul become sick?
SIN.
As viruses are to the body, so is sin to the soul. Every single sin you've committed, bears a scar on your soul and is only removed by indulgences.
So that even when you have been give absolution by a priest, you still need to gain indulgences, preferably, plenary indulgences.
Partial and Plenary indulgences are the two types of indulgences there is.
If we are to understand how sin works I'm going to make it a visible object in description.
What sin does to a sinner is to shield one from a union with God and in return, makes you visible as though like the brilliant sun to the devil.
But if you were to free of mortal sin, the opposite would be the case. You would literally look scary to the devil as you assume a place far above him and his reach.
Based on Catholic teachings, there are two types of sin.
Original sin and actual sin.
Original sin is the sin passed down unto us from Adam. At baptism, we are cleansed from it.
Actual sin is every sin you commit.
There are then two types of actual sin:
Venial sin and mortal sin.
Now venial is a sin, when committed, does not kill the soul.
But mortal sin is a sin, when committed, kills the soul.
A mortal sin is any sin you committed with full intent. It's sin done knowingly. With ur Will involved.
Venial after a long time could become a mortal sin.
For non catholics. This is the catch, free off mortal sin, you will not make hell. Only those who die in mortal sin go to hell. That's why it's called a sin that kills.
Purgatory on the other hand, are for those who die in venial sin.
For purgatory: 2maccabees 12: 38 - 45.
In the New Testament
In Matthew 5:26 and Luke 12:59 Christ is condemning sin and speaks of liberation only after expiation. “Amen, I say to you, you will not be released until you have paid the last penny.” Now we know that no last penny needs to be paid in Heaven and from Hell there is no liberation at all; hence the reference must apply to a third place.
Matthew 12:32 says, “And whoever speaks a word against the Son of Man will be forgiven; but whoever speaks against the holy Spirit will not be forgiven, either in this age or in the age to come.” Here Jesus speaks of sin against the Holy Spirit. The implication is that some sins can be forgiven in the world to come. We know that in Hell there is no liberation and in Heaven nothing imperfect can enter it as we see in the next part. Sin is not forgiven when a soul reaches its final destination because in heaven there is no need for forgiveness of sin and in hell the choice to go there is already made.
Revelation 21:27: “…but nothing unclean will enter it, nor anyone who does abominable things or tells lies.” The place that is to be entered (the place to which this passage refers) is heaven (read the text around it for context).
Sin is as real as it can get. The more animate you make your sin look, the better.
Remember, our graces are limited. Limited in the sense that we'll die and at death it ends.
Graces are hard to gain. But gaining them is by God's grace. So don't try to play smart with Grace when about to venture into sin.
+may the Lord bless and keep you.
May His light shine in your heart, even as it shines in mine. May the Lord be good and gracious to you. Amen.

I'm stunned when someone says I'm gonna do this
or that in the future.
They seem to forget the present is part of their life
on earth.
Value every moment of your life cause every sad,
maimed, disastrous, joyous, ecstatic moment were,
are and will be your life.
# You will always have a cross
#You will always solve them.
# must cry at sometime
#you must smile at some point.
# Someone must love you and
#Someone must hate you.
#Someone must discourage you.
#Someone must encourage you.
#You must make mistakes.
# But you can choose to either be eternally sober or
apply the lessons learnt and move on.
#£lse, someone who knows where he's going in
life is gonna push you out of the way to make way
for himself.
What did you think it was/is?
It's a damn vicious cycle.
# And at times, when life is dragging you down,
you've just got to obey the laws of gravity and get
down on your knees and # pray .

Profiling 101

Profiling. The first time I heard that word was in
a movie: mind hunters.
Read one or two things about it and decided to
see if I was capable of profiling someone.
I was discouraged a bit, or maybe more than a
bit.
But, it occurred to me that I became sensitive,
or much more.
One look at you, especially your eyes, I could
tell something about them, even if it wasn't
anything important. Next was that I couldn't
forget a face. The only way that I couldn't
recollect a face is if i was distracted by a
thought.
I thought it was a fallacy: mere coincidence.
Until now.
There's a game we used to play.
"Take one look at a movie and tell it's name."
I found out I could remember near all.
Most people like me use their cerebrum. That
means they can create with ease.
The other lobe being the cerebellum, means you
don't even have to think, it does the thinking
for you. But wait, it is the site of "practice
makes perfect".
It's almost like an algorithm.
If you give it commands always, even if you're
asleep, it will act on them.
Deduce the rest.
Back to my story.
I isolated my cerebrum from creativity for a
while, to help my cerebellum act solo.
Initially I thought it was gibberish, but now I
found out it worked.
The procedures I followed are numerous but it's
just simple practice. Favour everything on the
left side of your body, first stage.
The rest things to do will come naturally, that's
if, if it will work on you.
1.Always trust your instincts.
2. Never follow your heart.
3. practice makes perfect
4. correct yourself immediately
5. use the knowledge as often as possible but
not on others. you will hurt them.
6. To every thing, there are advantages and
disadvantages
7. do not get obsessed with it.
8. safeguard your brain from people you know
can influence you.

Love

From a little research: these are my findings.
Some friend of mine once asked. "What does it feel to be in love?"
D reply was: d best feeling ever. In love land, there's no need for food, cos you'll not feel hungry. It's d sensation call "butterfly in d tummy". Truth is, it kind of feel like actual butterflies. And this is like d apex sensation you'll feel.
And d boy asked again,'so where does sexual intercourse comes in?'
D reply: d truth is ironic, as for what i felt, sexual intercourse was far from my tots. Truth is, u can't feel love n lust at d same time or at least for d same person.
FOR D LADIES
So when next a guy tells you he's in love with u n he's talkin about intercourse, know he is lying. He doesn't love u at all.
NB: Fact: Evil(intercourse) may arise from d 'best of intentions'(love).
ADVICE: FEEL LOVE BUT NEVER LET THAT PERSON KNOW, FOR IT TAKES TWO TO TANGLE. FOR SIN IS NOT D INTENT OF LOVE.
ANNOYANCE: It's usually annoying when people brandish love as a bad thing. Just like Facebook, it can be used for good or evil.Depending on d user.
Lawyered!

The untold story: Warri crisis

Some friends of mine say I'm too
narcissistic.
Most times I write, it's just the loner
trying to voice out that which I hope
someone would read.
It's hard to find one who'll listen to a
lengthy story with much verve but my
book never gets tired of listening;so I
never stop writing.
'Twas the night before christmas. I had
just finished saying my night prayers and
was about to sleep when I had a flash
back.
I was in a party. I was having fun with
some friends when suddenly...
Gboza! Gboza!
...we heard gun shots. We had been
warned earlier but I called it bluff.
In total disarray, I ran in the direction of
the church.
I knelt down to pray but my hands were
still trembling.
Thoughts of an earlier similar event
gushed into my mind. Like a hallucination,
I could see what would happen to me, if I
remained there.
I saw people running towards the parish
house and my instincts kicked in
immediately and so did a surge of
adrenalin. But before I got there, the
priest had already shut the door. It felt
like the door of heaven, shut.
Subconsciously, I had consigned myself to
death. But a force within,took hold and it
reminded me of the sisters' convent. But
on reaching there, no one answered the
gate.I yelled and cried and nearly fainted.
I was about yelling again when my dad
took my hand and swung me onto his
torso which I held firmly. Before I could
say, Daddy, we were already running
behind the war front.
The soldiers were firing behind us; away
from us whilst the other party was firing
straight at us.
I wanted to question our safety but when
I saw how confident my father was, I
withdrew, with head faced to his shoulder
and eyes closed.
When I got home, he told me to lie on the
floor to avoid being hit by stray bullets.
On the floor, I could feel warm tears
falling down to the floor.
But I wasn't crying because I was afraid; I
was crying because I had a father I could
count on.
Snapping out of my trance, I heard my
phone ringing.
It was 0:35.
A night caller was calling.
...only those who had received much love
can hand some out. I had received in
plethora, the said word above.