LECHEROUS JOURNAL: Episode 9 …script’d by BigDan

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Today is the 1st day of the rest of my life
Today, I make a decision
Today, I face a decision
Today, my life faces death and it’s death would have a rebirth
I saw cupid die today and I saw love resurrect
For where greed and injustice leads, love bleeds
The same sun that melts the ice, hardens the clay
The same heart that welcomes one, rejects one
Had I not earlier learnt that God‘s creation comes in twos? Had my life not always been based on twos?
Could I have been blinded by love? How could I have not seen Cupid’s arrow before it struck me a 2nd time? Not once; now I feel double the pain of an arrow sting. Poisoned? It definitely had to be. Was Cupid drunk? I’ve never heard of anyone being shot twice by the same arrow in the same spot. The young kid with white wings must be enjoying his sport of archery using my heart as his bulls-eye.

All the beautiful flowers of tomorrow are in the seeds of yesterday.” – Indian Proverb

Had I not nurtured that seed a long time to become one of nature’s most beautiful offspring? What am I doing wrong? Why is this mirage a reflection of my blindness? Why do I hear echoes of the silence in my heart? Why does my brain beat and mind pound in the blankness of it’s cloudiness? Why me? Why do I always have to end up with life’s “F”? Had experience not taught me well enough? Ain’t she the best teacher? Why does everyone see me as an ace, yet they know not even little of the failure of love I face? I see love quotes designed in colourful arts and pictures, yet they are as dark in meaning as the walls of hell. Why do people believe all these quotes? They speak of the impossible. They are like red roses growing in the sands of the hot sahara desert.

For whatever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.” – Galatians 6:7

Had I not sown love? Why do I reap pain? My expenditure of the adventure of love is all but true in the poem I had once written. A poem I know by heart, for it was in tears, pain in heart had I scripted it.

The Flower, Deflowered.

The sun rose
The Stem became rigid
As the petals yearned for his warmth.

The gardener
Skilled, muscled and fit
Caressed her beauty with his strong hands.

Running his fingers on her skin
He tended to her need
Pouring out his love and affection, she was wet all over.

Dripping
Glittering, as she radiated a spark
A reflection of the heaven, in earth.

He could not take the flower
He could not leave the fragrance
So he bent towards her, and inhaled as she exhaled.

Daily, he gave her a reason to live
But she needed protection
For too much satisfaction, could burst out a risk.

He left her
To return when the sun
Falls on the leaves, to hide it’s orange.

Face, a stranger
She knew him not
But she was helpless.

Their eyes met
She saw herself in his eyes
He had love in his eyes.

Foot after foot, he inched closer
He reached, took her fragrance
He touched her, she quivered.

He wanted her
He held her waist
The flower, he de-flowered.

She was gone
In the hand of another man
The journey to another lover.

PS: This poem was written by BigDan for Ink&Quill Publications under ♠World™. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, publication or online team.

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I heard someone call my name, I heard it again; a dream? Not until did Jide tap me did I come back to reality. I had been lost in the self-created planet mind of my mind – my world of thoughts.

What’s wrong with you?Akin asked. I saw the concern in his eyes. I took a slow look from face to face; Jide first, then Cynthia, Akin. When my face met Vivian, my eyes blinked and finally I felt my throat go dry as I looked into Tolu‘s eyes. A dilemma filled with drama awaits me at Akin‘s impromptu house party; for a moment, I felt like dying. How possible is it that I’ve suddenly developed love for these 2 friends? Sighting Tolu, my ex, had resurrected the long hidden love I had shared with her … Vivian, a young woman any man would dream of, had won my heart in the shortest of time. If only they knew what had ran through my mind. I tried composing myself as I replied Akin, “sorry boss, I was lost in thought trying to compose a new article. I think I want to continue the “A Minute To Midnight” piece, probably make it into a trilogy.

Akin smiled and faced the table. “Abiodun is a very good writer, have any of you girls read his “A Minute To Midnight” piece?”

There was silence on the table as Cynthia nodded negative. Vivian was 1st to break the silence. “Yes I have, he showed me some of his works on Thursday when we met here.

Tolu looked at Vivian and said beneath her breathe, “He wrote that for me.

Jide was perplexed, Cynthia was confused; she had no idea what was happening right now. Akin on the other hand smiled as he beckoned to the waiter. “It’s too early to go home, let’s play a game of getting to know each other better.Akin said as he pointed to the bottle of almost out Wild Turkey LiqueurAmerican Honey.

I dropped my face to avoid Vivian or Tolu‘s gaze. I pulled my Blackberry phone as I searched my way to it’s Messenger. I needed more answers on Cupid and love. I needed an advise on what to do next. Who to love and who to let go, and only 1 person was fit enough to give me the desired advice I seek – a person I had taken as a big brother, one of extreme talent; a young mentor to me. A family not by choice but God. Not just destiny but eternity – I needed Lawrence Jr., but he happens to be Akin‘s elder brother. What a twisted tale of my love life in a world full of questions.

[BBM CHAT]

Participants:
Abiodun, Lawrence Jr.

Messages:

Abiodun:
Afternoon egbon
How body?

Lawrence Jr.:
I’m good aburo
You?

Abiodun:
Not too good bro
I need your help on Love & Cupid

Lawrence Jr.:
Shoot!
I’m listening.

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And right there, my fingers froze. How do I start? What do I say? I was lost again, as I traveled back to #MarsAlone.

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A Nigerian man’s bestfriend is his therapist, and only alcohol has been able to play both roles perfectly.” — BigDan

 

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