GUARD YOURSELF WITH YOUR TONGUE

Why would i have ever thought of that fear, because if i ever had that as a thought, i would be asking the person standing next to me; ''What LOVE is.



He said it over and over, guard yourself with thy tongue and i never could have imagined what he meant or where it could have hailed from. On that Saturday that fight and exchange of words came but with little or no course for any of my loved once being dragged into it, but it happened.

For the first time in my life i didnt feel pained because i knew i was dealing with persons rather irrelevant i must say because your words define you. Am not saying your words define you because am a writter, but i know that no matter how upset i get i always have found a way to manage my words, carve my sentence and spice the emotions i wanted perceived around it.

It flew quickly past and i had no reason to worry that some persons i refer to as lost souls tried to get to me emotionally. But the rather peircing event which has left me lost for words and has inspired this write, was a recent outburst of a full fleshed human who would be mistakenly refered to in our society of today as a gentle man and a responsible Father.

I am not a feminist but have always believed in equal rights for all gender in as much as the society we live in does not embrace it, and i have no better understanding but to call it insecurities.

A person who you called your confidant, your best friend and your closet to bossom as girls would put it, did not hesitate to empty his reserved drum of awful words. As he began on the 4th of November at 6pm via messages and didnt give up on using rather demoralizing words until he finally took to using things i had told him about myself in confidant against me and still will not give up when he reminded me of my place in the world as a child without a Father (bastard). This self claimed gentle man wasnt through with me until 5:30am on the 5th of November, the next morning.

I have had series of relationships in my life but i have never been rubbished by the one and same person who called himself my Lover and best friend.

These actions would be ropped around I hiring him a foot soldier on a project we both handled and for some reason he had felt rather insecure and less of himself or probably was just unable to manage his temper and so had accused me of coniving with this said foot soldier who had been working on the project from the begining.

He also said with the understanding that we may have something going between us and further called me a criminal even after a total of 2.395,000 Naira had been refunded with an outstanding balance of 105,000 Naira. The young man was in all clearification scared off by this man and at such got apprehensive, even though i am totally not in support of him withholding peoples money in such a manner without proper accountability to his expensis.

I remain silent about this matter and at such have decided to write this down for future referals.

Finally it turned out to be that the one reason he had insisted i guard myself is because he was the very weapon waiting to throw itself at me, just as given to keep confidencially.

Dear readers, Dont be suprised if you step out your door and a lizard chases you around, cause the society we live in presently, the corrupt call them selves tactical and refer to you the upright ones as corrupt.

Story as told by WENZE-S-W
Written by Silviana Writes
(Indirect-Writes)

For the Love, For the Money

With the constant effort to achieve, Eraye pushed very hard even though it was just a little local tea she sold at the junction not far from where she lives.

Eraye did have great passion for her tea business but sold much more than tea to her customers, she sold herself and that made her so popular so much that most Men would stop by late at night, with a code already understood by Eraye. ''Eraye, I really need some hot tea tonight if you don't mind''.

She didn't care about what people in her community thought of her, she carried herself with so much pride, it became hard to understand how she managed the situation considering the kind of impression the Men in the community had about her.

Eraye's tea business functioned for as early as 5:00am to the wee hours of 12:00am, in the comfort of some armed police men who sat by for services they expected from her.
She took pride in being the centre of attraction around the Men who came by for her tea and other services.

One hot Saturday afternoon, just as Eraye sat in her thatched structured shed but this time alone with no customers as you could logically understand that customers wont drink tea when its sunny,

This gentle man pulled over right in front of Eraye shed with the intent to buy roasted corn from the woman who sold right next to Eraye's shed. Eraye and the said woman were not in talking terms and so they would never cross each others boundaries but the situation had presented itself as this gentle man was approached by Eraye.

''Can you move your car ? Eraye's voice sounding upset came through to the young man who was still trying to pack his car properly. Eraye got furious as it clearly seemed the young man wasn't paying any attention to what she said.

''Am sure you are not deaf, move your car away or i will mess with your tires, i can assure you of that one o!''.

The gentle man rolled down his window to see Eraye's face as she furiously lashed on him. He wont respond as he gets down from his Car and walks up to Eraye, He was a clean, well presented, tall Man with a smiley face. He's appearance screams of elegance and class. He leans close to her ears as he whispers to her, ''I will only be here for seconds, am sure it won't kill you to let my car be where it is''.

Eraye is silenced by his charms, she nods her head in response with a reaction that seemed like she lost her tongue. 

TO BE CONTINUED.....

''When Love goes Sour''

Keeping myself (celibacy) was a good deal and it seems i may fall back on that wagon, She thought to herself.

Just trying to leave life like its peaceful and kind to me wasn't an easy task, but i some how managed to get by the daily challenges i would face.

I felt empty sometimes and other times i would write, sing or drink. These were my personal battles i didn't have to tell anyone how i felt or how i managed. My worse fear in life had always been having emotional hiccups or break-ups, not for the fear of being alone but for knowing that i would have to give myself to yet another Man sometime down the line. I dreaded break-ups and so this gave my Men a reason to think i was insecure, unknown to them that if i could have it my way i would never consider marriage.

Bleeding Heart

My heart became an empty tank which needed to be filled, i had been a super religious Woman in the past and backslided when i met Timi years ago.

Don't get it twisted, Timi wasn't to blame for my falling off Spirituality. Gradually i found my self giving the love i never expected i would dare to give a Man.

He made me feel good, i couldn't help how my body responded to his presence.

Just one Friday morning, Timi called me on phone to tell me he had wanted to tell me something but didn't know the best way or time to tell me.

''IT, you are a sweet, kind and selfless Woman i must confess, but i just got married to my long time girl friend yesterday''. Timi concluded. I didn't see any need to listen to what more he had to say, just when my phone fell off my hand.

I was crushed, sad and angry with every Man i saw. Laughter became very expensive, colours faded, food lost it taste and life almost seemed meaningless.

But the good thing about breakups with me is that i suddenly get the urge to achieve more and more in life except smiles on my face and at that peak i go to any length to achieve.

What a fool i became. I thought i learnt some lessons there, only to find myself in the cubicle afresh.

Fear and uncertainty has become a life style in a relationship of barely 4(four months).

Who can relate?

''I Made him Love me, He made me mad''- PREFACE

Loneliness had become normal to Rukky, and so for this, she found herself a companion in some rather harmful habits. Rukky knew how harmful these habits were and still cultured in it.

Rukky spent all day drinking and smoking at home, she had no limits and never listened to peoples advice on quitting. She resided in her own world of self-lost.

One Sunday morning, Rukky as usual, dressed in her shabby attire; a bump shot, loose white T-shirt with her huge boobs dangling in it. She was off to the closest supermarket to get herself some drinks and cigarette as it was already a routine. As she walked down the street, she walked into a young man.

The first call of attraction was the instruments he had in hand and so she concluded she would have him as a muse for a period of time and discard of him. Little did she know that she was in for the longest ride in friendship ever.  She had assumed she could have a one night stand or have him as a bed warmer when the need arises but the game changed so fast she had her guts dropped to 0%.

Rukky was stamped tipsy when she exchanged number with the young man, so bad she didn't remember she had given her number to anyone on that day, soon as she was done chatting with him.

That Sunday went by, The young man kept in touch as he called on a Friday evening while she was on he way back from a get away she had with friends of her drinking class. She didn't remember who he was until he carefully explained himself to her. She played along to help think to recall, although it didn't work but she ended the conversation by letting him know that they would see soon as she returned. Rukky had been away from sex for a while and did not find any reason good enough to call him and so it waved off he mind.

That same week on a Saturday, she took a walk to go get her dosage, when the young man, whom she had waved off and never called, walked her way once again. Deadly to say Rukky didn't recognise the young man until he called out her name.

''Rukky, don't you remember me?'' As he struggled to remind her, she recalled and was kind enough to apologise, ''Am so sorry, How are you?'' She asked, with a rather mischievous smile.

And so the sparkle of friendship began.

Calls from the young Man to Rukky became rather frequent, Rukky wasn't comfortable with the friendship because she didn't trust her emotions. She lacked love and wasn't willing to give it to anyone not willing to nurse it as she would say; she has a fragile heart.

(c) Silvwilis