“does he even hear?” I muttered petulantly as I envisaged myself walking away with a resigned look.  “you know he does” “does he really care?” “do you think he doesn’t?” “flipping answer the question and stop throwing it back at me.  I ask the questions here!” I screamed out in my head at the 6am dawn “why are you digging for answers you already have” my head berated “I am not even doing this with you.  Why am I engaging you when I have direct access?” “you really are enjoying this game, right?”  I threw a defiant

I always wondered why lions sneak up from the covers instead of up front.   They spook the unsuspecting herd, cause them to run amok then lie in wait for that one caught behind.  From a helpless flock of sheep through ala dazzle of zebras or even a tower of giraffes right to an intimidating parade of elephants the pride does not change its modus operandi – stealth. The younger me had presumed a lion was this strong and fast runner which could run for Africa. ** [a slang us Nigerians coined for exaggeration.  In this case connoting a lion as having the

Dear Reader, There was this prince who was forced to relocate from his country.     As in he was given no option but to practically abandon all and move to some foreign land.   It was no fun period for him as he was married with no child yet.    Imagine what his new wife must have felt.  Separation from her father's house into a new family and right before settling in, her crazy husband comes with this story of jettisoning all that was familiar for some uncertain future.     It was probably more painful because she had married into a comfortable

"How do you know to do that?"  I poked at her leaves Silence. "I mean, how and when to fold your leaves like that" I gingerly jabbed at the leaves again Who talks to a plant, right? Although walking this treacherous road has almost had me questioning my sanity, especially at those earlier stages, I still know I am not crazy. Moreso, I have been a soliloquist for as far back as I could recall therefore sitting on my yoga mat and talking to this Maranta plant was not a big deal in my books. I had finally roused myself from a