ANOTHER TALE TOLD! : 'The Wishing Well and Other Stories'

I'm not exactly what you call the patient type but it's definitely true about good things coming to those who wait. And it has been definitely a long wait for me. 

Now I can spread the good news, my new book- The Wishing Well & other stories-  my third after 2006's The Cunning Tortoise & other Stories and The Medicine Girl & other stories- is at last  in print, published by Literamed Publications, Nigeria. 

Each tale is aimed at entertaining my young readers and - I hope- educate them. The best thing about writing for kids is knowing that you are going out of your way to make reading fun for them. The more I look at this current achievement, the better I feel about my chosen path, Children's Literature. Of course, I  still hope to expand my horizons, but now I've realised that writing for children is something I want to do for a very long time, by God's Grace. 

To buy it in kindle form, go to this link.

CARBO FAN FICTION-Déjà Vu CHAPTER 24

On their third day in Chichén Itza, Professor Moore took Bo aside and asked him accompany him to the house of a friend of his. Curious, Bo left Carly with Soledad, following the older man down a rough trail. ‘Who’s  this guy you want me to meet?’
‘Someone Soledad and I think just might be able to help Carly get her memory back.’

REFLECTING ON CHESTER BENNINGTON'S DEATH

After reading up on Chester Bennington after hearing about his death, I am still trying to understand the level of pain he must have being bottling that made him take such a sad step. It's always a tragic waste- taking one's own life. And Some people are strangely unsympathetic about suicide, while others wonder how on earth they could have missed the signs when their loved ones commit suicide.
Death is inevitable-no exceptions- and no one wants to die, yet those who feel there is no way out simply want the pain to stop and find some level of peace.
Some of us have such thoughts now and then- the ugliness of Clinical Depression.  But we must remember who and what we still have, have faith in God and do all we can to rise about the ashes.

You will be missed, Chester Bennington!

Feeling so alone, others not seeing,  

We are stung by words and actions,

Some numb, bottle or ignore the pain,   

Or channel it towards positivity,

Free yourself of the past and never look back,

However some scars are too close to the bone

And the pain is opened afresh,

Then you welcome the darkness,

Allowing it consume you,

Drowning in despair and agony,

But look to the light, it’s right there!

Don’t let the devil win!

Be brave and strive to forge ahead

Let the caring and sincere in,

Have faith in the One Being,

You are someone,

YOU are important

YOU MATTER!

21/7/17 (written by me) 

CELEBRATING "INTERNATIONAL KISSING DAY" IN MOVIE AND T.V

As we celebrate International Kissing Day today, which of the following sweet loving  kisses shown below  is your favorite????




                                 

THE BIG BANG THEORY 

CARBO FAN FICTION-Déjà Vu CHAPTER 23

Bo stayed by the window, waiting for Clarice to come in. It’s been almost two hours since he left her at the Ball Court, at her request. What he had to tell her had made her break down in tears and it had taken ages for him to console her. She was probably strolling around, trying to recover from what she learned about herself.

CARBO FAN FICTION-Déjà Vu CHAPTER 22

Chapter 22

Days later, Clarice had another nightmare, this time it was more vivid.

She was running along the deck of a boat. Or rather limping, she was dragging her right leg. Her face was covered with bruises; blood was flowing from her left temple. The menace was gaining on her; she could feel his cold fury; his fists... his shouts.  Next thing she knew she was sinking deep in water...

THE REAL MESSAGE BEHIND 'THE NEVERENDING STORY'

When the above title is mentioned, the first thing most people would probably say is, ‘Oh, gosh... I watched that movie a long time ago!’

Uh-huh... so did I as a child. It was one of the ‘holiday films’ aired on Nigerian television at the time, the sort of film shown only on public holidays and many children were probably as fascinated by it as my siblings and I were.