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Angels and Demons

The clouds over mount Nebo were dark and a chilly wind blew. The day had promised a fair weather with the clouds being clear and a warm breeze blowing in from the Jordan river but it had suddenly became cloudy. It was almost as if the universe was aware of what was happening on the mountain top.

Joshua stood at the foot of the mountain. He knew something was off but he couldn’t place it. His skin pricked and he felt his body tense, something he only felt whenever he was about to go into battle. He was troubled deep within. He had noticed a difference about Moses since the early hours of the morning when Moses had returned from his walk. Moses had appeared tired, like he had aged overnight and his shoulders sagged, the position of an unhappy man that has accepted his fate. Moses never looked tired or worn out. At one hundred and twenty, he had the strength and eyesight of a man at eighty, and that had baffled Joshua all morning.

Suddenly, Joshua felt his heart beat racing and sweat breaking out on his forehead. All the cells in his body were screaming ‘Danger’ and he knew something terrible was wrong.

Moses!

The thought made him panic and he raced up the mountain, praying with each step that all was well.

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Moses sighed with longing as he viewed the land of Canaan. The plains and the hills stretching as far as the eye can see. He saw the land around the river Jordan and the fenced and fortified cities of Jericho and Ai, the date palms and springs and the rich arable land and his heart longed to set foot on it.

This is all the land that I have given to the children of Israel just like I have promised my servant Abraham to give unto his descendants

“Oh Lord, plenteous in mercy and loving-kindness, pardon my iniquity and blot out my transgression from before you and grant your servant that I might just step foot on the promise land”

Have I not forbidden you not to speak to me concerning this matter?

Moses shuddered. He could feel the anger of the Lord.

You dishonored me in front of the whole tribe of Israel and you will bear the full brunt of the punishment. I have decided to show you what you had labored for this past forty years but you will not so much as cross the river Jordan. Tomorrow, Israel will have a new leader who will take them to the Promised Land.

Moses knelt down on the mountain top and wept. Ever since the day he had encountered Yahweh in the burning bush and had been sent to deliver Israel from the Egyptian bondage and lead them to the promise land, he had lived for the day when he would eventually step foot on the land of Canaan and breathe in the air and drink from the waters. Here he was, standing so close, the promise land just three day’s journey, and he wasn’t going to enter.

He felt rejected. He had seen the mercies of God first hand countless times, when God had changed his mind about destroying the Israelites after they have sinned against Him. But God had not extended His mercies towards him. He also felt like a failure, he had failed to finish the assignment God gave him.

As he knelt down and cried, he began to feel faint and feel his breathing come in sharp rasps. He clutched his chest and lay on the mountain gasping and after a while, he stopped breathing.

 

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Several pair of eyes watched the dying man on the mountain top. As he breathed his last, there was a general shout of joy and an air of excitement. They had finally got him. He had failed. He had been rejected and he was theirs.

Alphus barked orders to his men and they hurried to the body of Moses and carried it. The master was going to be pleased with him, he thought with glee and he could just envision the commendation and the promotion that would follow. He would finally be promoted to the Prince of the whole realm of Egypt. He could already taste the glory and the power.

The smile on his face dimmed as he noticed a flash of lightning and Michael, the prince of the Israelite appear with a hundred of his men.

“Drop the body now!” Michael barked

Alphus snarled, his face contorted in a rage and his fangs bared. “He is mine” he hissed, taking a step backwards. Unconsciously, he ran a hand over his face and traced the scar that ran from his fore head just above the right orbit running to the lower jaw on the left side of his face. He had gotten the scar in a previous altercation with Michael and his men. He knew of the might of the Archangel, he himself had once served under his command before he joined with Lucifer and got cast out.

“No, he belongs to us” Michael replied, removing his sword from his sheath and taking a step forwards and standing to his full height. Alphus eyed the sword and considered surrendering the body but he remembered what was at stake and he steeled himself to defend the body of Moses.

“Attack!” Alphus barked at his minions and unsheathing his sword, he lunged at Michael. Michael saw it coming and twisted to the left away from the tip of the sword and with his right hand on the sword he parried the blow. Alphus was no match for the strength of the Archangel and in a few minutes, he was lying on the ground staring wide eyed as the tip of Michael’s sword rested on base of his neck.

“Release the body” Michael ordered. Alphus commanded his men and they released the body of Moses to one of the angels. Michael sheathed his sword and Alphus scampered away.

“Hello Michael, good to see you”. Michael turned and stood face to face with Lucifer, who had a smile plastered to his face but his eyes were steely. “I see you have come to bully my men and take what is mine”

Alphus cowered and covered his face. He had failed and all his dream of glory and fame were never going to come to pass now. Shame and anger roiled inside him.

“No Lucifer” Michael answered without any mock friendliness “you are the one claiming what doesn’t belong to you, like you always do”

“You may be right Michael but not on this one. This man here died having fallen in disfavor with God and that makes him mine” his smile widened as he added “and I am looking forward to welcoming him in my palace. I am sure a lot of my people are eager too, Ramses, Og, Bashan to mention but a few” there was a glint to his eyes as he spoke.

“He belongs to our God” Michael replied coolly “and we are taking him to paradise, to be with his God whom he faithfully served all his life. Jehovah is waiting for him…”

“Jehovah left him to die!” Lucifer shot back. He was not going to lose this one. “He failed Jehovah, lied and ascribed the glory of God to himself and he was rejected by God and another was chosen in his stead”

“Not so Lucifer” it was Michael’s turn to smile “he was shown mercy by our God. Our God is gracious and good, slow to wrath and quick to show mercy, his loving kindness and tender mercies never fail and Moses here has received mercy from the Most High”

“Liar!” Lucifer seethed “No he didn’t”

“No, Lucifer, that would be you, father of all lies” Michael’s face was hard and his stance was war like. He knew that it was not going to be easy.

“Then prepare for war” Lucifer growled and unsheathed his sword.

It was a fierce battle and Lucifer’s men were having the upper hand. Michael wrestled with Lucifer but he was losing. Lucifer had always been better and if not for his pride, Lucifer would still have been the commanding officer of the army of the Lord of hosts. It was also that pride that made him lose to Michael when heaven’s army had cast Lucifer and his demons down to earth.

Michael struck a blow at Lucifer which he blocked and the two of them locked swords each trying to outdo the other. Michael let his hands move down for a fraction and Lucifer capitalizing on his error moved in for the kill. He kicked Michael in the gut and he fell down. Lucifer looked down at him and laughed.

“You really think you are a match for me huh?” he was advancing towards the Michael, with his sword raised above his head poised to deliver the final blow.

“No” Michael puffed, trying to stand up “I am no match for you, but the Lord of host is”. Michael was now on his feet and with his two hands he grasped his sword in front of him “The Lord rebuke you Satan”

Michael’s sword started to gleam starting from the tip and unto the hilt. Lucifer’s smile was replaced by shock as his mouth dropped. “The Lord rebuke you Satan” he said again and charged at Lucifer. Lucifer was no match for Michael this time who was fighting with the strength of ten men. Soon Lucifer and his men retreated leaving behind the body of Moses.

Michael picked up the body of Moses and disappeared alongside the other angels and the mountain top was quiet again. The clouds began to clear allowing the sun rays to penetrate. The air became warm and balmy.

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Joshua reached the top of the mountain panting and stopped in his tracks. Moses was nowhere to be found. Something in the distance caught his eyes and when he moved closer, he saw the rod of Moses and his sandals.

The Lord had taken Moses away.

The burden of leading the Israelites had fallen to him and he was scared.

 

i still love you

I still love you

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I still love you,

Though you be far,

In my heart you are near

Enough for me to hold

Feel and touch.

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I still miss you,

Every moment of every day;

I cannot tell you,

But if you listen to the silence,

You will hear the whispers of

My heart.

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I still dream about you

And the passion that we shared;

The flame burns bright

In the world where there are

No winds of fate to quench it;

I see us, and the way it should be.

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I still feel you,

My skin tingles where

Your hands rested;

My palms speak

Of the softness of your body;

My shoulders crave

The weight of your head.

 

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I still love you,

It is a burden

And a succor;

It is honey,

It is gall.

 

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Choosing Rita

He drops his phone and sighs. He needed to hear from her but not like this, not over the phone, not via BBM where all he could get were words, casual and cursory. He wanted to hear her voice and watch her mouth move as she speaks, and watch them curve deleteriously in a smile.

He sighs as the image of her lips come into focus in his mind’s eye, and he swallows. It had been hard yanking his eyes away from those pouty lips painted a violet hue and shiny from a touch of lip gloss earlier when they had met.

‘She is the one for me’ he thought with sadness. He wished things had turned out differently. Even now, if he was given a chance to choose, he knew what his choice would be.

‘Do you?’ his mind questioned.

‘Of course’ was his immediate reply

‘But you chose Rita’ his mind fired back

‘Like I had a choice in the matter’

‘Yes, you did have a choice, and you chose Rita over her’

‘That was the only choice!’

‘No, it wasn’t’

He closes his eyes as the argument rages on. He knows it is pointless and allows the feeling of sadness wash over him. Choosing Rita had been the honourable thing to do, and on some level he didn’t regret it. They have a good thing going and everything was peaceful and….

‘Quiet’ his mind supplied

‘Yes! Quiet is the apt description’ he acquiesced.

And that is where the problem lies.

With Cynthia, there was passion. With her, he came alive and felt alive. They had chemistry, something he had always wanted in a partner. He smiles as he remembers the times they had been together, how they had devoured each other like starved animals. The delicate and frenzied touches and caresses and foreplay, the escapades in the –

‘Snap out it! Now!!’ his mind hissed ‘you do not want to go down that lane. Remember how hard you have worked to get to this place’

He blows out air and breathes deeply, clearing his mind of the images.

‘I miss her’

‘I know’ his mind replies

‘I miss her badly’ he repeats.

‘But you know you can’t have her, and you should stay as far away from her as possible. You don’t want to hurt Rita again’

‘You are right. But it is just so hard! How long till all these feelings die?’

‘I wish I knew man, but you just have to hang in there. One day at a time’

He stands and walks to the kitchen, humming ‘we shall overcome’ the sound track of the movie ‘my name is Khan’ and smiles as he remembers the familiar line: “my name is Khan, Han…from the epiglottis”

‘It will be well after all’ he tells himself and set about making dinner.

Guilty Pleasures 5

He purred as he felt her warm lips against his skin, the hairs standing erect and bristling from the warm air from her nostrils.

‘What a way to greet the day’ he thought, sighing loudly as he surrendered to the sensual assault, his eyes shut.

Waves of pleasure cascaded down his torso from the right nipple where she was working her magic down to his loins where blood was rushing to and making him turgid and hot and down his legs where his toes were curling in delight.

Her hair tumbled forward and tickled him as they glided on his skin in tune to the movement of her head, further adding to the sensations coursing through his body.

He let out a guttural sound when her mouth found him and took him fully and his back arched up involuntarily. She was like a child devouring her favorite candy with relish.

‘Oh Rose’ He moaned softly, ‘I love you….love what you do to me’

The movement stopped.

He opened his eyes and looked up at a face contorted with rage and eyes narrowed to a slit, shooting daggers at him.

“What did you just call me?” her voice was icy cold

“I called you Rose…my rose” he drew out each word, and maintained a casual air belying the turmoil raging within and his frenzied heartbeat. “My rose…special, guarded jealousy by thorns so that only those who value her worth would go all out to have her”

Silence reigned for several seconds while she stared unblinking at him, and he resisting the urge to avert his eyes from her gaze, and berating himself for getting carried away as to mention another woman’s name.

She blinked rapidly and beamed.

He sighed and burst out laughing as she lunged at him, covering his face with kisses.

‘That was close’ he thought and turned her over on the bed

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Reasons why I love my blog

 

  1. There are no rejection letters and the attendant sadness and feeling of not being good enough that comes with it.

Sorry, this is not the content that we want now…sorry, we encourage you to keep sending your work…”

  1. It is a cure for writer’s block.
  2. It provides the opportunity for continued development. A look at my writings have shown a consistent improvement. It is a universal law that you get better at what you do consistently.
  3. It validates me as a writer. I write, so I am a writer!
  4. It takes all my crap. Nothing is never not good enough to be published on my blog
  5. It develops a sense of responsibility and commitment. When you know that you have readers who take the time to click on the links you send them and who constantly look forward to reading your blog, then you have to sit up and ensure you deliver quality content, on time and regularly too.
  6. It fosters a sense of community. My followers and readers are real people and sharing my stories and reading comments posted on them builds relationships with them and allows me to be touched in great ways. It is an opportunity to learn and grow.
  7. It makes me feel good. Angelou said that there is no greater burden than to have an untold story inside of you. Blogging eases that burden.
  8. It is a good avenue to unwind and ventilate. A work is an extension of the artist. Writing for me is cathartic, therapeutic.
  9. It exposes me to other writers and great content in the blogosphere.

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Impact

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Foot prints in the sand

Fleeting

Lasting

As long as the next tidal wave;

Slimy marks across the path

Trailed by a snail

Evaporating

Yielding to the heat of

The sun;

Passing unnoticed like

A snake on a rock

Leaving no trail

Like a bird flying

Across the expanse of the sky;

A tragedy

Living

Leaving

Without a mark.

 

 

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for tammy

For Tammy

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Tis but like yesterday

After nine months of waiting,

Making plans and dreaming up

Images of how beautiful you’d be,

Loving you from the very first day I knew

Of your presence,

Relishing every moment as you grew,

Enduring the nights when it was

Hard to find a comfortable position to fall

Asleep and the several bouts of

Pains and discomfort; finding an inner

Peace and joy in the life growing within.

Years have passed since that first cry,

But the feelings you evoked as you took

In your first breath

Remains as strong as it was

The moment you made eye contact.

Heaven’s blessing you are, little

Darling and watching you grow strong

And healthy has been a delight which for many

Years to come I hope to bask in its wonder.

 

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This poem is for Tammy, the sweetest little girl on earth, and the apple of her momma’s eye (Yemie.)

Wishing you many happy returns dear.

Lots of love and kisses.

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Waterfall at sunset

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Cascading steadily,

Crashing with a loud voice,

Gurgling with each ripples,

And gleaming in the fading light;

Birthing a steady stream glowing orange,

A reflection of the setting sun,

Here is nature at its best;

Picturesque,

Serene

A world of beauty

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