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Musings of a Maskuraid…

Author: Maskuraid (Page 1 of 28)

GO AND MAR…

The persistent knocking on the bedroom door woke me up.   According to the bedside clock, it was a few minutes past midnight and wifey was on her side of the bed, snoring loudly away, and blissfully oblivious.   "Daddy, please come and open the door. I want to stay with you and mommy."   It was junior, and I knew he wouldn't stop until either I let him in or his mom woke up and did so. It was in my own interest that I don't let that happen.   I sighed. More...

HER REBIRTH

The casket was a beautiful affair. It was made of sparkling white material and had trimmings of gold along both sides. The handles were golden too, all six of them, and they reflected the faces of the people passing by. The inside had extra thick padding and looked inviting to even the living eye. It must have been expensive, she thought, hideously so. Even in death, nothing changed. Only the best was good enough for him, just as it had been while he lived. The expansive auditorium was filled More...

GOBE!

I woke up very late this morning. Usually, I don’t wake up late in the mornings because I have two separate alarms by my bed set five minutes apart to rouse me from slumber no matter how deep I sleep, and I’m a deep sleeper. Those things are loud I tell you, like banshees. I call them audio bombs. The office is far away from my house and I need to wake up very early in order to catch my first bus, so the radical approach to ending sleep is highly necessary. If I leave home just five minutes More...

A PRISON OF MY OWN MAKING

  I was at the door, I stood right there on the threshold, And freedom was just a couple of seconds more, After years of crawling, In the mediocrity of darkness below ground, The open sky was a few steps away, Waiting, To feel my wings in flight.   To soar, I only had to reach, I was going to, Until I looked backward, To the comforts of familiarity that beckoned, And willingly went back into chains, Because I was afraid, Of the uncertainty More...

LETTER TO YOU

  Dear Friend, This one is for you, yes, YOU! People see you every day. They get hypnotized by the dazzle of your smile and the rumble of your jolly laugh. Everyone gushes about the exuberance of your character, and most of them earnestly desire to be you, the perfect picture of a rambunctious citizen of ‘happy city’. Many want to be in your shoes because of the image you portray, they want to be that personae you project, whose skies know no dark clouds, and whose heart doesn’t More...

TALK ABOUT IT

Nigeria - "Oh see, a problem! We need a solution to this." Response/Action - 1. Set up a committee. Note that there must be representatives of all geopolitical zones and religions. Balance is not just a word, it is a Nigerian. Unity in diversity. 2. Elect a Chairman and other 'Exco' members. Remember yes men and the next elections when you share this green and white cake. In your best interest. 3. Give them an office/offices. Abuja and Lagos are preferable regardless of where the problem More...

MIAOW!

NEPA struck. “Idiots,” Oguche grumbled, shaking his head. It was a few minutes past ten and he was already in bed, counting sheep and waiting for sleep to show mercy and come. Falling asleep for him was a multi-stage process, none of which can be rushed or skipped. Unlike most people, Oguche cannot just close his eyes and switch off to slumberland regardless how tired he was. No, that's not how it works. First, he takes a cold shower, then climbs naked into bed and lies flat on his More...

THE MANY DEGREES OF ALONE

Silence has replaced the timbre of your voice, The silence of void, And in place of your warmth, My bed lies cold, Because your body’s gone. These arms hang empty, These arms that used to tenderly hold, A heart more precious than gold, And a distressed mind is left to ponder, If we’re truly done. More...

MBC IS 3

It was a tweet out of the blue, and while I still can't explain what pushed me to respond‎ to it, I'm mighty glad I did. Give or take a few days, three years ago a random tweet brought me in contact with arguably the craziest bunch of book lovers ever. Right from the first meeting at Spurs, we struck a rhythm, I mean, I took to the gang like bread to aganyin beans, which was strange because I usually don’t bond that easy with new people. We had a common love of books (and for the most More...

FUELED BY FURY

Photo Credit - Google What do you do when you’re angry? A lot of people waste their anger. Yes, you’d be shocked that even anger itself is a thing that can be wasted. I’m willing to bet that someone has told you at one time or the other that anger is a base emotion, useless for naught or that it is just a destructive force to be avoided at all cost. Lies. Look around you on social media, what you find everywhere are snide remarks and clap backs, rants, subs and trailer jams. A More...

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