Klynic

Monday morning came with its usual nagging and longing for more bedtime, but Frank was already used to it. The shrill cry of the weird Chinese melody that was supposed to be his alarm tune never failed him. Now fully awake, he stood up, stretched his limbs, and chuckled as soon as he noticed his breakfast boner. Reaching for the air-conditioner remote on his nightstand, he turned the cooling unit off, then walked across the room to switch on the lights. After bathing, he dressed for work and sat on the bed. Opening one of the nightstand drawers, he retrieved his daily devotional, which he read before kneeling and praying for a little over ten minutes; fellowship with the HolySpirit was very important to him. After praying, he grabbed a particular notepad from the only table in the room and stuffed it into his backpack before exiting the house. Frank got to his workplace a little earlier than usual, so he seized the opportunity to follow up on the n...

Hey Ess,                       I sat and cleaned up my apartment today, seated beneath a pile of my old college books was a picture of the two of us; I just stood, carrying my 1980's fro and a  bland look on my face with the exception of the plastic smile I had mastered over the years, and you, you... my dear, brought life to the picture with your hands that were spread so far out as your hair danced in the wind, while we stood within a frame of the prestigious University of Portharcourt logo, you always wore the prettiest smile I had ever seen in the twenty-five years I had been alive. It was our convocation, and I must say that we had a great four years in school. You are that one friend I feel no pressure around and even though we had our issues back then it was nothing our friendship couldn't weather.              Today, the story has changed, but the love hasn't. The friendship is str...

Have you ever asked why? Why you seem intolerant? Why you never finish a job? Why you always have to cry? Why you never keep to time? Why you never love another? Why you have no friends? Why you never get satisfied? Why you always have to shout? Why you never seem to focus? Why you always come behind? HAVE YOU? Must you always be the victim? Must you always lose the game? Must you always take a beating? Must you give up easily? Must you hate for no reason? Must take what isn't yours? Must you lie? Must you cheat? Must you have sex? Must you say YES? MUST YOU? There are a lot of things you need to understand, about yourself, and until that is done you will always be a victim of life, circumstances, and self.

Have you ever annoyed a child before? I bet you would try to play modest right now and go all "I-love -kids-why-would-I-annoy-them" , on me right now. Let's bag your modesty for now and look at the picture I am trying to paint. A kids rage lasts as long as she or he is in the moment, and last I checked this moment of theirs is heavily short lived. Spank the kid now, then throw some candy their way and you are their bestest friend in whom they have found no guile. They are easy loving, and free spirited. Which is why you can promise a kid a toy, disappoint her every single day and she wakes every morning with the hope that you will bring it back home today...simply because you said it. You could say they are gullible and you my dear will have to be the  SENSIBLE ONE  right? Your years of experience as well as the degrees you have bagged in the school of life qualifies you to stand , beat your dry chest😉and say  LIFE DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY . You have grown...

Humans are the funniest of all species created by God. If you have ever taken time to study human behaviours and attitudes towards things and life in general, then you might never age because they will always make you laugh.  Many of you will easily write off what I just said by telling me to chill because you think you know too much about life and people to be a better judge. Think about it, people misbehave primarily because of lack of information. So this is how I see it, instead of getting angry...I pull a chair, sit down, cross my slim legs , tilt my head to the side and **LAUGH** till my back hurts.😏 I am **CRAZY**, I know. 😂 When I talk about materialistic people, I basically mean (you guessed right😏), people who love material things.  So let me make my point here by saying this:                                 ...