Gratitude is the heart's memory.                — French proverb ________________ Maitama David's fingers tightened around the stem of the wine glass before he consciously forced them to relax. He lifted it to his lips and took a long sip, welcoming the faint sting as the wine slid down his throat. It’s cool liquid did little to soothe the heat searing through his skin. Tricia took a slow step forward, instinctively drawing her robe tighter around her nightgown. The movement was small and unconscious, but David noticed it all the same. Taking a sip from her own glass, her gaze lingered on him.  "Are you sure you're okay, David? You're trembling."

Reader discretion advised Previously :  SEASON 4 EP.2   A person is a person because of other people.                     – African Proverb: SeSotho / Ubuntu —————— David froze, his heart hammered frantically against his ribs as the sudden surge of adrenaline completely washed away the lingering heat of desire and the priest’s echoing words from his buzzing head. He scrambled to his knees but stayed low, pressing his side against the sofa while his breath came in silent, shallow rasps.  "Who dey there?" he called out. His voice barely carried across the room.

                             Previously:  AFLOAT SEASON 3 E.11 Mastering others is strength, mastering yourself is true power. - Lao Tzu. -------------------- Maitama, Abuja - How could he possibly tell her that the first day Alex introduced her to him and the rest of their friends had altered the course of his life? One look at Tricia had unsettled him in ways he couldn't explain, and from that day onward, every fantasy, no matter how hard he fought it, bore her face. Initially, he had spent months giving his feelings different names, as though changing the label could somehow change what they were. First it was sisterly affection. Then brotherly concern. Then admiration. Each new label bought him a little more time before he had to confront the truth. Before long, he found himself inventing reasons to stop by Alex's house. Sometimes it was to discuss work. Other times it was to watch football or simply kee...

Growing up, I heard stories about haunted houses, the living-dead, spirits and tales of people who embraced the welcoming arms of death screaming, yelling or fighting for an extension of their earthly timeline. As a Christian I grew up learning and believing in what the bible teaches about death, resurrection, purgatory and so on.  As an inquisitive teen and young lady, I read books and stories on time travel, souls departing the physical realm and saw movies like The Omen, I know what you did last summer, Hammer house of horror, Back from hell (I never had the heart to finish that one), our own Willy Willy and Nneka the pretty serpent which by the way always got me screaming my lungs out and yeah, there was Mel Gibson's passion of Christ which was a detailed (in my opinion ) portrayal of the agonizing death of Christ. That movie  had me crying for days.  Between the movies and the books, I would say the movies were more impactful because they vividly portrayed in picture...

Its another beautiful December day and I woke up to a very eventful morning. Calm down its not what you're thinking lol! So, out of habit I picked up my phone to check for notifications and saw a chat from an old friend (which I'm sharing with her kind permission) and our conversation got me thinking really hard. I was deeply touched by her perspectives as our discussion progressed. In the end, she had reasons to be Merry and was excited for the season.  So, today I am going to share these reasons with you. Quickly grab a cup of tea or your favorite drink and have an open mind. WHY SHOULD YOU BE MERRY AT CHRISTMAS

Do the little things. In the future when you look back, they'd have made the greatest change.           Nike Thaddeus __________________________________   Damn! She was indeed beautiful. He had thought her social media pictures were photo-shopped but she had proven him wrong. Despite the tears and traumatic events of the night she still looked stunning, but far from the happy girl he enjoyed starring at her pictures every night ever since he got her details for the job and started trailing her on social media.  Too bad some higher powers needed her to be delivered, Stanley thought with a slight pang of pity. He dropped her arm and tried to focus on retying her with the rope they had stashed in the room.

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart. Helen Keller _________________________ He rushed over and pulled off the bag only to see her gasping for air. Her pupils were flipping in a strange way so he pulled off the cloth covering her mouth and stepped back confused. She can’t die. She has to be delivered alive! “Breathe! Please breathe!”  He nearly yelled as he rushed back to her side. hurriedly cut the ropes securing her upper body to the chair and pressed her forward so her head was touching her knees; a technique he had learned many years ago. He hoped i t would work on the gasping girl.

This story is dedicated to families who have lost loved ones and anyone who has been a victim of or experienced the horrors of the various violent gangs plaguing our society. May God console and give you His peace even as we continue praying and striving for a better #Nigeria Nikky . ______________________________ DONT GET CONFUSED, JUST CLICK HERE TO CATCH UP ON ALEX'S PART OF THE STORY... DONE? NOW CONTINUE ****************************** “Lex, there’s trouble”. Alex turned in time to see Tony headed towards him. He was sweating as if he had run all the way. When they arrived Tony had offered to go in search of Dapper with the community's vigilante group.  Alex could not understand why he wanted to involve them when Dapper was probably at home already. But Tony had insisted and he had let him have his way. His focus was on teaching Brad a dire lesson so he was confused to see Tony panting and agitated. "Guy, what happened to you? Why are you panting and sweating in this...

“Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.” – Thomas A. Edison _____________________ “The moment you do the delivery, ditch the ride and come home. We'll go to the bank in the morning.”   The older of the two men whispered as he dusted off his trouser.   “Remind me again. Why must I be the one to deliver this package?” The fair young man with neatly trimmed afro hairstyle asked  while keeping an eye on the girl tied to a chair across from them in the nearly empty and dusty room. A single bulb carelessly painted red to reduce its brightness swung and danced loosely from the low roof casting eerie shadows on the damp walls as the night breeze seeping into the room from the broken ceiling boards fanned at it .   “Ahn Ahn! We can’t start this again. I thought we have settled that issue already. My missus, n tantaofiong mmi," he smiled briefly and continued; "she  might go into labor anytime...” ...

"You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.”  — Mae West ---------------- Okay, here we go with the season 2!!! I need ogene sound for this lol!! Hello guys, sadly I wont be doing so much description of scenes (lets leave that for the book) and updates will be "mighty" slow, yeah. Half bread is better than ... Anyway enjoy them as they come. Welcome to all the new comers and to the stable fans, thank you for your patience. And and and...lol! No swear words, yep, so add whatever comes to your mind wherever you see HECK... okay lets start.

Hello, I am a beautiful, smart and adorable Naija girl in my mid twenties who is PROUDLY SINGLE. I broke up with my bf last year (thank God) and I'm still not ready to hook up with any random guy. Simple English; I'm ready to wait for my true love. See, I laugh whenever I see all the bf/gf Val jokes implying; that day is mostly for "lovers". Seriously who says you need a partner to be alive or celebrate love? My church is planning a love feast only for married couples on that day and I was like; WHAT!? Where's it written that one must be married to be happy or celebrate Val's day?

This Nigerian man thinks having a Valentine's day is overrated... Nikky, I have decided to share my thoughts on Valentine's day Celebration with you. Don't take this the wrong way, as much as I love  how most Nigerians celebrate Valentine's Day, I sincerely do not think we should be celebrating it the way we do in this country. In fact I think Nigerians love copying everything foreign. We too like copy and paste joor! I'm fed up with the idea of people exerting all their energy just to impress a supposed loved one on a day someone else decided should be special. To make matters worse, the story about St. Valentine is vague and shrouded in mystery. In my opinion, my better half and I deserve to pick a day we consider special. We should not be bullied into accepting February 14th as Lovers’ Day.

Bam Bam hurriedly pulled on her shoes, got down from the car and rushed to the rear to confirm her fears. Her eyes widened as the reality hit her. Yes she was right. The wide dent on her bumper sent shock waves down her spine.  "My car!"  She gasped wishing her eyes were deceiving her. "Woow! I'm very sorry madam." A masculine voice said behind her. Bam Bam turned to meet the gaze of a ruffled middle aged man who looked like he had not slept in days. She noticed his unkempt look as her brain tried to calculate his net worth. "You are sorry? You drove into my car and you are sorry? Are you blind or drunk? What were you thinking?!" "Sorry ma. It wasn't intentional. I don't even know how this happened."  He scratched his wild looking hair and Bam Bam took a step away from him. The man looked crazy and his old car begged for maintenance. She looked around for help but the few cars plying the lonely route o...

Welcome to the month of love. As usual we will have fun on NIB  so don't go nowhere... May this month bring you Joy, peace, financial breakthrough, more contracts and lots of love. #loveintheair

Join us as we celebrate another Wedding Anniversary with a special NIB family couple Lindy/Emma, it has been 5 glorious years and we are wishing you endless marital bliss, love, joy, peace and many more amazing years together.  Happy Anniversary!!!

Pic credit: wordpress.com I held back my tears as we kissed for the last time. He held on, I held on. The longing in his eyes called out to my soul. It had being a sizzling week, a week of not being the boring attorney who had no life outside the walls of the courtroom, the frigid Mary who never had time for fun.   It was a week of being Paula Banks; the single, fun loving air hostess who was on vacation for the first time since she got her job. Paula who could walk down the beach of a glorious and romantic Island naked; the limitless Paula who danced all night, sang like a bird, hiked fiercely, loved softly and never got high from rounds of liquor with him; the stranger I met at the bar on my first night at the hotel. His name was Brian. A business man who needed a break from work. A work and life he was not eager to reveal to a Paula. 

Soucre:thea.care I fell in love again but it was the hard way. That kick was different and precise. Our trip to the hospital the previous day was futile as the doctor had sent us back for reasons I could not understand. I rubbed my stomach as I tried to get up from our garden chair. Another kick and suddenly I felt a strange sensation running down my legs followed closely by another sharp pain. I screamed out for my husband. He rushed out and gave me the most disorientated look I had ever seen. He didn't know what to do with, to or for me. All the tutorial on how to assist your wife during labor flew out of his head. It felt like someone was twisting my guts and would not let go. Before I knew it, I was drowning in my own fluid. I screamed again, out of fear and grabbed my husband by the shirt. I can remember yelling at him; " Nnamdi what have you done to me! " A bang on the door distracted me and he slipped away. He came back with Mama Ejiro, our nosey, I...

I said yes Nikky. I said yes yes yes to his proposal. We had friends in common and eventually became just friends. Somehow, he became my motivator, confidant, comedian, my fresh juice business sponsor and adviser (since I didn't have a job, he encouraged me to start something and I did). When his office transferred him to another city, he became my telephone pal and although I was forming no feelings because i knew he would never be mine, I still  couldn't help but trip for this remarkable gentleman.