Axe man

Rita and John were driving through a wooded empty section of highway. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, the sky went dark in the torrential downpour.
“We’d better stop,” said Rita.
John nodded his head in agreement. He stepped on the brake, and suddenly the car started to slide on the slick pavement. They plunged off the road and slid to a halt at the bottom of an incline.
Pale and shaking, John quickly turned to check if Rita was all right. When she nodded, John relaxed and looked through the rain soaked windows.
“I’m going to see how bad it is,” he told Rita, and went out into the storm. She saw his blurry figure in the headlight, walking around the front of the car. A moment later, he jumped in beside her, soaking wet.
“The car’s not badly damaged, but we’re wheel-deep in mud,” he said. “I’m going to have to go for help.”
Rita swallowed nervously. There would be no quick rescue here. He told her to turn off the headlights and lock the doors until he returned.

“…Axe Murder.” Although John hadn’t said the name aloud, they both knew what he had been thinking when he told her to lock the car. This was the place where a man had once taken an axe and hacked his wife to death in a jealous rage over an alleged affair. Supposedly, the axe-wielding spirit of the husband continued to haunt this section of the road.
Outside the car, Rita heard a shriek, a loud thump, and a strange gurgling noise. But she couldn’t see anything in the darkness.
Frightened, she shrank down into her seat. She sat in silence for a while, and then she noticed another sound. Bump. Bump. Bump. It was a soft sound, like something being blown by the wind.
Suddenly, the car was illuminated by a bright light. An official sounding voice told her to get out of the car. John must have found a police officer. Rita unlocked the door and stepped out of the car. As her eyes adjusted to the bright light, she saw it.
Hanging by his feet from the tree next to the car was the dead body of John. His bloody throat had been cut so deeply that he was nearly decapitated. The wind swung his corpse back and forth so that it thumped against the tree. Bump. Bump. Bump.
Rita screamed and ran toward the voice and the light. As she drew close, she realized the light was not coming from a flashlight. Standing there was the glowing figure of a man with a smile on his face and a large, solid, and definitely real axe in his hands. She backed away from the glowing figure until she bumped into the car.
“Playing around when my back was turned,” the ghost whispered, stroking the sharp blade of the axe with his fingers. “You’ve been very naughty.”
The last thing she saw was the glint of the axe blade in the eerie, incandescent light.

The girl in white.

He was sulking a little, standing at the sidelines while all the other men danced with their pretty partners. His girl had not come to the dance that night. Her mother was ill, and so his girl had remained at her side. A fine pious act, he thought sourly, but it left him at loose ends.

His friend, Ernest, came up to him between sets with a cold drink and some words of encouragement.”After all, Anita is not the only girl in the world,”Ernest said.”There are many pretty girls here tonight. Dance with one of them.”

Bolstered by his friend’s words, he started looking around the dance hall. His eye fell upon a beautiful young girl standing wistfully at the edge of the floor beside the door to the terrace. She was dressed in an old-fashioned white gown and her skin was pale as the moon. Her dark eyes watched the dance hungrily from her position behind a tall fern, and he felt his heart beat faster. Such a lovely woman should be dancing!

He made his way through the bustling crowd and bowed to the girl in white. She looked startled by his addresses, as if she had not expected anyone to notice her that night, but she readily assented to dance with him, and he proudly led her out onto the floor for the next set, all thoughts of Anita gone from his mind.

Ernest and some of his other friends gave him odd looks as he danced with the girl in white. A few times, the man opposite them bumped right into them as if he had not seen his partner at all. He was furious and wanted to stop the dance and make the man apologize to the girl in white, but she just laughed and hushed him.

When the dance was over, he hurried to get his fair partner a drink. Ernest approached him at the refreshment table.
“When I told you to dance, I meant with a partner,”his friend teased him.

“I was dancing with a partner,”he replied, irritated by his friends remark. “The loveliest girl in all of Mexico!”

“You’ve had too much to drink, my friend,”Ernest replied. “You were dancing by yourself out there!”

He glared at his friend and turned away without answering him. Making his way back to the girl in white, he handed her a glass and asked her to stroll with him along the terrace. The night was beautiful, the sky full of stars, and he stared at the girl in white with his heart in his eyes as they stood looking out over the beautiful scene.

The girl in white turned to him with a sigh and said:”Thank you for the dance, hun. It has been a very long time since I had such pleasure.”

“Let us dance again, then,” he said infatuatedly. But she shook her head.

“I must leave now,”she said, catching up her skirts with one hand and drifting toward the stairs at the side of the terrace.

“Please don’t go,”he pleaded, following her.

“I must,” she said, turning to look at him. Her eyes softened when she saw the look on his face.
“Come with me?”she invited, holding out a pale hand.

His heart pounded rapidly at the thought. More than anything in the world, he wanted to go with this lovely girl. And then his mind registered the fact that he could see the stone wall of the terrace through the girl’s hand. His desire melted away before the shock of that realization. He looked into her face again, and realized that she was fading away before his eyes.

At the look of horror on his face, the girl gave a sad laugh and dropped her hand, which was nearly transparent now.

“Goodbye,”she said, her body becoming thin and misty. “Goodbye.”

Then she was gone.

He gave a shout of terror when he realized his skin turning pale white, and fading as wisps of smoke before his very eyes.
“Somebody heeeeeelllpppp me,” he yelled, trying to struggle against the gust of wind which was sweeping him away.
“There will be no help. No one will hear you,” said the ghost girl. “you belong to me now, and we will be together forever.” Then there was a flash of lightning, and everywhere became silent with no one in sight.

Claustrophobe Part 2

This is the concluding part of my last post. I’m sorry to have delayed this…blame it on my tight schedule. Still, it’s better to be late than never. LOL.

After I had discharged Fred, and seen him off. I walked sluggishly back to my apartment. Dad and mom weren’t home; they’ve both gone to see a family friend who just moved into the neighborhood, and they had called to inform me that they might not be back that night.

Knowing what else not to do, I flopped down on a well-worn easy chair, and grabbed the teevee’s remote control which was just lying on the table in front of me, and began to scan for different channels. You could tell that from the way I was scanning absentmindedly, I never really wanted to watch anything, or I did, but could not settle my mind to come to terms with what I actually wanted. If you think I was feeling uneasy because of the story about the claustrophobe which Fred told me, then you’re wrong because I never even believed a bit of it in the first place.
After just a few clicks on the remote control, I found what it was which I thought I needed…a basketball game! 🙂
I watched a highlight of different basketball games for thirty minutes till I felt I had had enough. Besides, I was feeling tired, and I needed to have a shower, make myself a mug of coffee, and retire to bed.
Having taken that decision, I switched off the teevee, went into my bedroom to strip off my clothes for the great shower. 🙂
As I strolled into the bathroom, an inexplicable feeling consumed me. “what if what Fred said was really true?” I thought. “Then I’d be in for it tonight. There was nobody at home to call out to if things went wrong. Nobody to hit any potential monster on its head unexpectedly(Like the way it happened in movies). There was absolutely nobody!”
I finally mustered up a bit of courage to drown those thought, and to tell you the truth it worked because I boldly marched into the bathroom, disrobed, turned on the shower, grabbed my soap and sponge, and began to work lather all over my body.
Suddenly, I noticed darkness had enveloped the bathroom. In panic, I tried to run out of the bathroom, but something stung my eyes, then I remembered it was the soap lather.
I sighed. “How could I have been a girl scared to the bone in just a split second because of a simple soap lather?” I asked.
Something may have induced the sudden fear in me; It could be as a result of Fred’s ‘giraffe’ tale. It would be the best if I never allow Fred tell me stories again. The one about the claustrophobe was still fresh in my memory. I could picture the ‘snake-like’ intestines which protruded from its stomach, its dark eyes, grey skin with grains of tarantulas crawling all over them.
Disfigured face with terrible sores on it.

“yuck!” I spat out in disgust as some soap lather found its way into my mouth. Suddenly, the bathroom grew dark for a moment, then I saw the wall opposite me began to turn grey; a creature with souless eyes began to emerge from the wall, squirming snake-like intestines crept out of its belly. I watched in horror as its hands which were covered in tarantulas reached for my shoulder. I could neither speak let alone scream. The thing seem to be sucking the air directly from my lungs, and I could hardly breathe. I was simply panting; trying to build up my pantings into a yell, but all that came out of my mouth was a muffled sound.
“Holy Moses pls save me!” I prayed ernestly.
Like the claustrophobe had heard my solemn prayers, it’s snake-like intestines suddenly sprang into life as if I had prayed to them, and like they were the ones who would save me.
The claustrophobe placed it’s almost lifeless hands covered with spider on my shoulders, and then lowered its gaze to meet mine. I was as hundreds of spiders began creeping into my ears, mouth and nose. For the first time, I had the opportunity to look into its eyes and noticed that they weren’t souless as I initially thought. There were no eye-balls, only an empty space lodged where the eyes were supposed to be.

For some reasons, I could no longer move; I felt some force holding me down to the spot, and I was looking directly into the dark abyss of nothingness which the claustrophobe could’ve called ‘eyes’.
My knees were shaking badly. Beads of sweat had already formed at my brows, and were trickling down my face. The tarantulas which had gotten in through the openings on my face were beginning to itch inside. I could feel them gnawing at my organs. The worst moment of horror came when I saw big brown millipedes, each as fat as a cucumber creep out of its eyes.
At this point, my heart had already pounded right out of my chest. I felt my pulse slowed down, then felt my blood run cold, and everywhere became dark — I passed out!

Claustrophobe: Part 1

The term claustrophobic meant very little to me. After all I hadn’t felt it before. How could I be sure? I have never been alone in a small closed room before.
I had seen friends rush out of a lift, an enclosed place or room, their faces beaded with balls of sweat registered panic. Their voice almost lost. They claim to have limited supply of air. Somehow, I found their stories amusing. The one which made me begin to think most of my friends were nuts(I could’ve been the one who was nuts, who knows?) was when they spoke of demons which they had seen in those enclosed places.
They would narrate how those demons acted, the way it looked like and sometimes what it said. Of course I wasn’t one who believed in demons, hence I found their stories quite amusing and unbelievable.

On a certain day, Fred ran to me in fright. He could hardly catch his breathe. I tried to calm him down at least to make him tell me what had happened.
“relax Fred,” I said. “tell me what happened”.
“I…I..” he stammered, taking deep breathe to help him relax his nerves.
“You did what?” I enquired.
I could see that he was shaking badly, and it would be impossible trying to get him to talk at that moment. To help him ease his nerves, I offered him a glass of water which he gulped at once and asked for more. I could see that he was beginning to feel better because his breathe had slowed down.

“I had gone to make a call at a phone booth,” Fred began. “I was barely midway into my call when I felt the door bolted from outside. I dismissed it as nothing….,” he paused to have his gaze meet mine. I’m sure he had doubts if I was paying attention and was probably deciding whether to continue or not.
“so what happened, Fred?” I asked obviously to make him continue his tall-tale or ‘giraffe tale’ as we jokingly called it as friends.
“Moments after the door had bolted,” he continued. “I felt my lungs becoming empty, then I saw a grey figure. The sclera of its eyes weren’t white. They were grey as clouds. Its fingers, barely having any flesh had numerous tarantulas crawling all over them.”

“why didn’t you yell? Perhaps someone would’ve heard you and come to your rescue” I interrupted. Of course, I hardly believed Fred’s tale, I simply offered my suggestion just to make him think I believed.

“I lost my voice!” Fred cut in.”I could barely speak! It was like the thing was sucking the air out of my lungs. You should’ve have seen its eyes, there was nothing there. Protruding from its belly were numerous squirming things. I’m sure they were his intestines but they had a life of their own — They moved like snakes.”

“It’s okay,” I said.”The most important thing is that you’re safe now. Forget about what you saw, it could’ve been your imaginations”
Fred eyed me when I said that last sentence. I could see from the look on his face that he had decided not to drag the issue further, and was hoping that I experience it myself.

“There’s actually something which makes people in closed places experience panic,” Fred said.”It’s not just because of the limited space. It’s something more. There’s something which makes people claustrophobic…”
“hey, hold it, Fred,” I interrupted.”I know where you’re going. You’re saying what you saw must’ve been a claustrophobe?”
“Yes, If that’s what you call it,” Fred replied then he sighed….

To be continued….

Shadow man

When I realised it had grown dark, it was already too late for me to leave office for home. It was already 11:51 pm, and I had been very busy even to call home that I would be sleeping at the office that night.
Well, it wasn’t too late to call. At least to let my husband know I was safe and I wouldn’t be coming home that night because of the dangers of rapists and robbers.

Finally, I picked up my cell-phone and punched in my husband’s phone digit.

“grr grr”, the phone rang, but he wasn’t picking up. He must’ve been fast asleep, I thought.
“grr, grr”, I rang again, still no one picked up.
I decided to call the land-line. Perhaps, someone apart from him might pick it, I thought.
I went through my phone-book, and after sweeping through the entire names, I found what I was looking for.
Quickly, I dialled the number. It rang. I waited patiently for someone to accept the call at the other end. It had barely rang the second time when a strong wind blew my office window open.
“Woah,It might soon rain”, I thought. Then I stood up and went to shut my window. Outside, the wind was swaying the trees, strewn leaves flew everywhere, and the moon was already seeking a place to hide in the dark clouds.
Suddenly the light in my office blinked. Thinking it was a call, I quickly rushed over to pick it, but to my surprise, it was just the way I had left it — home mode.

As a last resolution, I decided to switch off the light and sleep on the sofa which served as the visitors’ seat during working hours. There was no use trying to call home anymore. Though it was my home, and no one would be upset even if I rang the phone a million times, still there was the need for people to sleep, and I may be seen as impolite disturbing their sleep.

Having taken that decision, I proceeded to bolt the windows and switch off the flourescent light which was shining lazily on the ceiling. As my hand touched the switch, I felt fear. For some reasons, I thought I saw a dark figure floating behind the window. Then the lights which I had switched off came on. At first, I thought it was my brain misinforming my eyes. Yes, it could be since I had been working all day, but what happened next convinced me otherwise….I heard a gruff voice behind me. I turned around sharply to see who it was, and there staring at me were the pale-white face of a man with dark eyes, reaching out his hand to grab me.

“yeeeeeeaaaahhhhh,”I shouted and without instinct dashed for the door and ran out like an antelope chased by wolves.
“My car keys!” I shreiked. I had left them on my desk and going back to pick them with that shadow-man(that was what I called him since I didn’t know his name. Besides that was what he looked like) inside. Hell no! I won’t risk it! After all, what were my legs made for? I was the fastest sprinter in college, and I don’t think that gift(If I would call it that) had left me even after 3 kids.

As I ran, I could sense the shadow man inching closer, there was this stench when I first felt his presence in my office, and that smell was beginning to ooze out from ‘God knows where’ again.
My stilletos weren’t helping matters. They made me trip too often, and it would be unwise to take them off. I hadn’t such time. I wished help would come from nowhere.
“Pls God help me,” I cried.
Help did come because when I glanced back, the shadow man was nowhere to be seen.
Quickly, I took off my shoes and tore off in lightning speed towards home.

When I got to street was when it began to rain. As I got closer to my house, I began to think: “who would open the gate for me? If I called, who would hear me?” The raging storm pattering on roof created a sound of its own. It was a noise. One which drowned all possible sounds.
Without thinking, I reached into my hand-bag for my phone. Not that I was hoping that someone would hear the phone this time. I was merely wishing someone would.
“grr, grr,” it rang.

“hello,” someone spoke at the other end.
“Holy Christ!!!” I exclaimed. This was too good to be true. God really had a hand in this, I thought.
“Hello,” I spoke frantically into the mouthpiece. Already the rain had drenched me making me shiver slightly. Thunder rumbled, Lightning flashed, but I tried to make my voice as dinstintive as possible.
“Honey, pls I’m outside at the gate. Come and open the gate, pls”
“Are you okay?” the voice at the other end which I sensed to be my husband asked.
“This is no time for questions, honey. Just come and open the gate”
“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” he said and the line went dead.

As I waited outside for my husband to come and open the gate, I prayed earnestly,”God pls don’t let that shadow man come back”

Then I saw the beam of a torch approaching the gate. “yes! That was my husband!” I screamed in delight.
“Quick! Quick!” I urged.
Then I heard the slight thud of the lock unbolt and the gate open slowly. Without thinking, I rushed in and quickly bolted the gate and even put a lock on it.
Suddenly, I heard a spontaneous laughter. I turned around sharply to see who was laughing and to my surprise, who did I see standing before me with blood streaming down from it souless eyes? — shadow man!

Acalan: Chapter 1

This is an excerpt from my book. I hope you find it interesting. Enjoy!

Adulio let out a huff when he saw the dark rain clouds.”Not today,”he whined.”The guys and I were going to play soccer.”He was standing outside with his father who was just getting into the car to go to work.
His father slammed the car door and rolled down the window.”You’ll just have to find something to do indoors.”He paused for a second.
“I’ve got it. There’s a new exhibit at the Mexico city museum. Why don’t you check it out?”
“Thanks Dad,”Adulio said enthusiastically. His father shrugged.”Well, I tried,”he said rolling up the window and starting the car.
Adulio watched his father drive off, then went inside and flopped down on a well-worn easy chair.
The newspaper was on the coffee table and Adulio absentmindedly began to flip through it when an article about the mummy, which was Aztec, caught his eye.
A moment later, he was on the phone with his friend Ruiz.
“It sounds really cool,”Adulio said excitedly.”It’s a real mummy at the single fall history museum and get this- the article says that the mummy was some royal person who got into trouble and was cursed.”
Ruiz let out a slight groan.”I don’t know if it’s my phobia for mummies but I feel a bit a sick.”
“Hahaha, cut it off, Ruiz”Adulio snickered.”It’s not something harmful, the mummy has been dead for more than three hundred years.”
“I know,”Ruiz retorted.”I just don’t like the thought of some dry and shriveled once lively creature embalmed with tissue. It gives me the creeps and this one in particular makes me feel sick just by thinking of it. I’m having a migraine,”he said, rubbing his forehead slightly.
“Well, you would have said you wanted to stay indoors the whole day instead of trying to pull off with this chicken move,”Adulio countered.”Why don’t we go see this thing, Ruiz? We would have a lot to tell the guys at school,”he urged.
“Yeah, I would love to see this thing but the thought of mummies gives me the creeps”Ruiz replied
“Then I would suggest you pop some panadols since you’re having a migraine as well,”Adulio mocked.”It might just be what you need.”
At that Ruiz let out a laughter.”Hahaha, you cheeky idiot. Okay, you win! We’re going to see the exhibit.”
Within an hour, Adulio and Ruiz were waiting in the lobby of the museum. Ruiz had also called Quique and Alta to join them and the two were walking up already.
“Holla guys,”said Quique, a lanky boy wearing jeans and a sweat shirt.
“Hola Quique,”Ruiz responded.”Hola Alta,”he called to a young girl pushing her way through the turnstile.
Alta grinned.”So let’s go see this creepy mummy fellow,”she said.”Maybe he’s cute.”
Ruiz shot Alta an angry look and was about to speak.”You’d better…..”but Adulio secretly gave him a slight nudge which caught him in mid sentence.
“You wanted to say something Ruiz?”Alta enquired.
“Uumm, nothing,”he lied.
The museum was made up of five small separate wings. The Aztec wings had scale models of the pyramids, the Azteca warriors’helmet and ancient Aztecan relics. In the middle of the room was the mummy and the children made a beeline for it.
“Wow, cool!”Quique exclaimed leaning over the railings. The sarcophagus was tilted up making it easier for the kids to see the dry shriveled body inside.
“Gross,”said Alta turning away. The mummy was the dark colour of swamp mud. Bits of rotted cloth hung from it and a few wiry tufts of hair seemed plastered to the grinning skull.
“Yep,”Adulio said with a smile.”There he is….in the flesh, so to speak.”
Alta giggled at Adulio’s joke then went over to read the sign on the wall beside the display.”it says here that he was an Azteca prince,”she reported.”it seems he was a nasty character and a lot of people disappeared during his reign. Yuck!”she shrieked in disgust.”He was accused of draining blood from others. It says he thought the life force of his victims would keep him young so he could live forever. When he finally got caught, they killed him by draining all of his blood.”
“Freaky,”Ruiz gazed in awe at the dry corpse.”So much for living forever.”
And then he felt the sickening sensation again and cold chills rip through his spine.
“I don’t know why I feel this way but I’ve been having nightmares lately. It seems as……..”Ruiz had barely finished speaking before Quique yelled at him.”Shut up Ruiz!! Don’t you dare make us all frightened with your silly nightmares.”
“I warned him earlier,”Adulio cut in.”But it seems as if he had made up his mind to be a’nina.'”
“The mummy sure looks lifeless……dead as a doornail,”Adulio said bringing them back to the topic.
Quique widened his eyes.”Maybe not,”he kidded in a deep heavily accented voice.”Perhaps, he is merely sleeping. And when the moon is is full, he will wake and take his revenge,”The others chuckled as Quique drew one arm into his chest; held the other arm out and limped, stiff legged towards Alta.
“Go away,”she laughed and pushed him away.
Adulio stared at the mummy.”Maybe Quique is onto something,”he mused.
Alta shook her head.”Uh_uh. They dug up this fellow nearly a year ago and he hasn’t moved a muscle…..full moon or not.”
“Maybe conditions weren’t right,”Quique said half seriously.”Or maybe he really does get out of his coffin and stalk the city at night. No one can watch him every minute, so there’s no way to know for sure.”
“Yes, there is,”Adulio said enthusiastically.”we could stay over tonight and watch him. Looks like the old fellow could use some company anyhow.”
Quique shook his head.”Nah, my mum expects me home by supper time. Besides, the guards won’t let us stay in here all night.”
“You can call your mum and say you’re spending the night at my house. we can come up with something,”Adulio reasoned.”and those old guards won’t be any problem. We can hide in the bathroom until they lock up. The museum doesn’t even have a night watchman….just an old guard service that drives by every once in a while. I know because my uncle Gonzalo works for the service”
Alta didn’t seem convinced.”I don’t know,”she said hesitantly.”What if we want to get out?”
Adulio grinned.”There’s a window by the delivery entrance. Uncle Gonzalo’s complained that he found it open a couple of times. I’ll just check to make sure it isn’t latched.”
All the while Ruiz stood on the spot praying and wishing the others drop the idea of staying behind.
Finally he spoke.”Well,if Uncle Gonzalo complained that he has found it open a couple of times, then he might be extra-careful in checking the windows this time to make sure they are all latched.”
“Well, he’s not on duty today and since he’s the only one who knows about unlatched windows, they might be carelessly left open by the other guards.”Adulio pressed on hoping to convince the others.
“But the alarm system will go off if we go through the window,”Quique pointed out.
“So what?”Adulio said grinning.”We’ll be long gone by then, I say we do it. C’mon,”he coaxed.”It will be fun!”
Quique and Alta looked at each other and nodded then they were off to call home.
The guard opened the bathroom door and stepped inside for a final check before closing for the night. Standing up on the toilet in the last stall, Adulio held his breath.
Finally the guard let the door swing shut and Adulio let out a big sigh. Ruiz and Quique on either side of him did the same. They waited a few more moments, then Ruiz tiptoed to the door and peered.
“He’s gone,”Ruiz whispered hoarsely. Then all of a sudden he drew back.”somebody’s coming!”
The boys pressed themselves against the wall as the door swung open again.
“Having fun?”Alta asked, peeking around at them.”You guys look pale,”she said laughing.
“Very funny,”Adulio muttered.”Look, it’s getting dark. Maybe we could find some of the guard’s flashlights. I don’t feel like sitting around in here if we can’t see anything.”
“I’ve got a penlight on my key chain,”Quique offered.”We can use it to go through the storage closets.”
After a search through a couple of closets, Quique’s idea paid off, and the four kids now shared two flashlights.
“It sure looks different in here now,”Quique murmured as they made their way to the Azteca wing.”it’s spooky.”
A dim light glowed here and there from various wall displays. It was definitely spooky especially with each one of their footsteps echoing on the ceramic tile floor.
“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,”Ruiz muttered. Suddenly, Alta’s face froze.”What was that?”She cried out. Ruiz turned his flashlight in the direction of a rustling sound. The beam fell on a huge shimmering face with blood red eyes and sharply pointed teeth.

I ‘MARCHED’ out!

Ah!*sighs*
I’m always at loss as to how to begin my posts. Blame it on pre-occupied mind, but before I proceed; I think I owe you an apology or two. You might say an apology is not needed. You might ask “what has the gentle-man done this time?” If you see none of my wrongs, then I’ll assume two thing:
1. You’re the forgivable type and,
2. You simply don’t expect anything from me anymore — you’ve forgotten all about me. 😦
It’s okay, though if the second assumption is true. I hold no grudge.*wipes tears*
Alright, amidst all the apologies, assumptions, sobs,…. I shall give you a recap of what happened last month. Yes! The month of MARCH!!!

Saying I survived last month is an understatement. See, I literally marched out! Not without a few bruises though.(figuratively speaking) hehe

Yours truly went through a lot, amigos.
First it was the issue of unpaid fees(I still have that on my neck, though) then the issue of break-up and make-up(not women’s stuff) and finally came the demiss of my father in the world of fiction, ‘Chinua Achebe'(RIP).

I won’t go into any detail involving the first mentioned above because that seems to be my cross to bear.(Hope I escape being crucified)

The second reason mentioned above was the most sensitive of all. I wrote how it all happened, albeit figuratively, but if you need to know what happened; then I’ll suggest that you go through my last two posts.
Now let’s proceed with what happened after the whole episode, shall we?

After our make-up, I mean my Babe and I. We lived happily ever after. What were you expecting? Lol

Then the issue of Chinua Achebe. Hmmmm…I write this part with a tearful eye. You see, I’ve always and will always have the memory of Chinua in mind. He was an exceptional writer, a talented man,…the list is endless. His demis came as a shock to me. And while we still weep, bemoaning what wasn’t our fate, wishing he were still alive, let us take time to eulogise him, his achievements, his works, what he stood for.
Achebe was born 82 years ago in one of the eatern states in Nigeria. According to his kinsmen, Achebe has always shown interest in story-telling and it was no surprise to everyone when he wrote his first book “things fall apart” at the age of 27. The book was a classic! I recall in one of the interviews which he granted. He was asked what inspired the book. Achebe in his humble manner replied, “every generation have a story to tell. This is my story”. Wow! What a simple reason, yet so inspiring! Yes! Inspiring because it has made me pick up my pen to tell the story of my own generation. Indeed, Achebe was and will remain an inspiration to many.

On another note, I shall post excerpts of every chapter of my book. Don’t ask me the title; I always have problems coming up with that one myself.

To be continued…