Musings By Moi
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Last published Thu, Nov 12, 2020
A bunch of essays, poems and other stuff that I wrote and I think should be shared with the world.
They are like a window to my soul and I hope that everyone who reads it will enjoy
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Too Good to Be Real
She felt his warm palm on her wrist and at once she was facing him. Without warning, his lips engulfed hers, setting her on fire just like she did him. His lips were warm and soft and she revelled in it as she shut her eyes, her body instantly warming up to the kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, marvelling at how their bodies fit perfectly together. It felt so good, like her head was rotating. Nothing else mattered. Just the two of them. This was all she needed. Someone who accepted her for her. Her flaws, her beauty, herself, hook line and sinker. She withdrew reluctantly, angry she had to stop the kiss and also afraid someone had seen them. As she stared into his eager eyes, she knew she loved him but she couldn't help thinking she was doing the wrong thing. She loved him, but it wasn't fair to his girl. She could do anything, run, apologise, but she followed her heart. She drew him back and continued the kiss. A Nigerian themed story bound to leave you yearning for the next chapter.Complete
Piece of my heart
{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. *Takes a deep breath*Complete
Words that speak from the heart
I have trouble speaking my emotions or talking to others so I write Poems and short stories from my heart
Over Him ✔
A story of love between two hearts, struggling to blossom and a family trying to find Christ through all their struggles and dark times. With every of the Hart family member going through one thing or another, read on the joyful and life changing story of how each family member will see Christ in a whole different light even though they've all been born into the Christian lifestyle as individuals growing up. Hebrews 13:5- "Never will I leave you; Never will I forsake you" A CHRISTIAN LOVE NOVEL ~~~ 24/04/2022 - 1st place in black and white love ❤️ 9/04/2024 - 1st place in Nigerian and African writer ❤️ E-mail: helen.igbosoroeze@gmail.comComplete
Split Echoes.
A collection of my thoughts, quotes, poems, free writes and a couple of rants at good and bad moods. Have a good read. Cover by me. Ciao!Complete
Destined Hearts
Muhammad thought of Madeenah as a child, younger than his baby sister, although way more mature. She seemed to have created a bond with his daughter and that was all that came to his mind about her. Not her smooth caramel skin, or her captivating light brown eyes and neither did her sweet voice do it for him. Madeenah thought of Ya Muhammad as an arrogant and stoic person but a really good father. In truth she was terrified of him. She hated the way he would look at her, as though she was less important than him. She hated the way he never spoke unless he needed to. She hated the way his voice washed over her, making her shiver. She hated his height and how it made him tower over her small frame. She hated him but she just couldn't stop thinking about him. So what happens when the two end up being brought together by an unusual arrangement . He's older, she's younger. He has a daughter and she has barely begun life. Will he let go of the past and try to find happiness or will he drag her down with him? --------------------------------------- "Let's get married." He says with such a straight face that I feel stupid as I chuckle. "What did you just say?" I ask in disbelief. "You heard me Madeenah." He says in a gravelly tone. "Why would you want to marry me?" I shake my head. "You don't like me." "I like you well enough to be married to you." His broad shoulders shrug in his familiar black suit. What is going on with him? And what have I gotten myself into?
WHAT A LIFE (Nigeria Story)
INTRODUCTION OF WHAT A LIFE! (...the fights of a lonely woman). The story is a Nigeria base one. It's about a girl, whose been left alone in this world to suffer! Her parents and siblings were victims of an accident on their way to visit her in her boarding school. The girl, passed through hell and was even raped, accused and humiliated in different ways. Life was tho on her and just when she gave up and turned bad, life smiled on her! It is truly, the life of a lonely woman! 😣 The strange question is, was life waiting on her to turn bad or was it just her fate/destiny? Funny question but that's a fact tho. Most persons found peace just when they've given up on fighting. ________________________ Ranking #2 on courtcase for more than two months now. Now ranking #2 for maltreatment for 7days.
Collection of Poetry: For wary souls
Another take on my poetry. I hope you guys enjoy it. Art doesn't belong to me.![Flawed Hearts [Preview]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/132034727-256-k126288.jpg)
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❝we all have secrets that we keep, hidden away from the world❞ She had always being a loner, content with the little bubble she created around herself, finding comfort between ink and pages until she met him. He shut off the whole world and buried himself with work after an event that changed his life until he met her. Love they say finds us in the most bizarre situations but could these two find theirs or will their issues come between them?Complete
LETTERS FOR MY MOTHER
This is collective writting of words and expreciences i had with my Mother and my day to day views as a man .Now painting a view of life as we know it through my works of letters and poetryComplete
She felt his warm palm on her wrist and at once she was facing him. Without warning, his lips engulfed hers, setting her on fire just like she did him. His lips were warm and soft and she revelled in it as she shut her eyes, her body instantly warming up to the kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, marvelling at how their bodies fit perfectly together. It felt so good, like her head was rotating. Nothing else mattered. Just the two of them. This was all she needed. Someone who accepted her for her. Her flaws, her beauty, herself, hook line and sinker. She withdrew reluctantly, angry she had to stop the kiss and also afraid someone had seen them. As she stared into his eager eyes, she knew she loved him but she couldn't help thinking she was doing the wrong thing. She loved him, but it wasn't fair to his girl. She could do anything, run, apologise, but she followed her heart. She drew him back and continued the kiss. A Nigerian themed story bound to leave you yearning for the next chapter.
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