Moving

Due to complaints of difficulty to read and update my blog from my mobile phone, i have decided to move. The new address is          temmyno1.wordpress.com

So, if you enjoyed me, please, check out the new place. :D

Afraid of the dark

It was 2am and the house was quiet. Ironically, the wind outside my window fought to come in. The whistling sound it made seeped through and engulfed me where i lay on my bed. I was too old to be scared of the dark but too young to be unafraid. The power was out again. My room was getting hotter by the second. Opening my window would bring the Sahara dessert floating into my room. My only option was to go downstairs and turn on the generator. 

I contemplated braving the heat and falling asleep. Discomfort wouldn't let me. As thoughts of walking through the darkness swept through my head, my door crashed open. Silent screams are the loudest. Logic said there was an open window in the house. My eyes disagreed. I had seen the shadow run across the hallway.  "Nonso, you're too old for this" i told myself repeatedly. I got up and walked slowly towards my room door, there was a crash.

The door had shut with as much force as it had opened. I jumped back. Living alone had enabled me learn every noise familiar with my house. Tonight, i heard none of those noises. My neighbor's floodlight cast light on my bed. The rest of my room was dark. The rechargeable lamp was downstairs, my phone battery had died an hour ago. i had to feel my way to my room door. I finally felt it and flinched as i grabbed the cold metal handle. I opened the door and walked into the hallway. 

I had barely taken two steps when i heard something fall at the end of the hallway. That was the direction of the stairs. It sounded heavy. I took a reflex step back towards my room. That was my safe point. Everything beyond my doorway seemed unknown. I did the sign of the cross and walked forward. The closer i got to the  stairs, the faster my heart beat. At this rate i would surely die from a heart attack before i reached the stairs. 

I felt my way in the dark like a blind man and finally felt the stair railing. I wrapped both palms around it and i had already taken my first step down before i screamed...

The Zodiac side of things

I was born a Virgo. To most people, this is just a Sign for people born between August 23rd and September 22nd. To me, this is my character. I can watch a person, how they interact with other people, listen to what they say and come up with their Zodiac sign. Its really easy actually. Each Zodiac has certain characteristics peculiar to them. Whenever i come in contact with someone, i can learn to handle them better based on their Zodiac.

Virgos are fussy. We are the ones adjusting the masterpiece even after its put on display. Criticism is our way of correcting the faults in the world. Give a Virgo perfection and they will find a flaw. To outsiders, this is irritating. To us, everything can be better. Obsessive Compulsive behavior. Shrewd Virgo is always worrying about everything. Spontaneity is our kryptonite.  We love to plan ahead...every single detail. However, a Virgo is very reliable. They may hate handling leadership positions because as a subordinate,  they work amazingly well. Imagine having a Virgo as a secretary. Incredible. Wit and Sarcasm are free services we offer.

Two signs that seem to fit perfectly with us are Capricorn and Taurus.

You want to have us in the palm of your hands?
1) Leave everything neat and tidy
2) Throw us practical problems and we'll solve them like a calculator
3) Avoid emotional problems. You will get no remorse here but only a practical solution.
4) We may be very negative but please don't bring your negativity around us.
5) Be in control....do not command ....be in control.

Thoughts of you

Its 6am and I can't sleep. I can hear raindrops just outside my bedroom window. Slow but determined. If i did want to go back to sleep, i could count them instead of sheep. Everywhere else is quiet. Except for the occasional passing car. Its times like this i can actually say there is nothing on my mind. So i lay back and let my mind drift to the past. The past always holds hidden treasures. The past also holds hidden pain.

When i think of you, my heart aches.

It aches from memories and pain

a little thought is all it takes

and i can feel all my strength drain

The ache begins as a little tingle

an indication of sorrow to come

and i know these memories will linger

even after all the tears have gone

I wouldn't take anything back

the pain has helped me grow

but late at night, in the dark

when i have those thoughts of you,

my heart aches from memories and pain.

Counting sheep

Sleep is not overrated. You can never have enough sleep. You appreciate this even more when insomnia strikes. Lately, sleep and i have been fighting alot. He doesn't love me anymore.  Laying in the dark, listening to the silence. It can make a person go insane. I count sheep but they too are asleep and refuse to jump over fences. When i do sleep, its for minutes and i have the most vivid dreams. Sometimes they scare me so much that when i wake up, i'm too scared to go back to sleep. 

I dreamed I was crossing a rope bridge
like the one in camp.
Underneath this rickety structure
was a wide swamp.
It didn't just stretch in length
I knew it was deep too
For when I bent
I cudnt see the bottom of the pool
I walked calmly to the end
 but there was a step missing.
In trying so hard not to bend
I sent the ropes a'twisting.
I held on tight
trying not to let go.
No one saw my plight
now I was tied like a bow.
Round and round in the air
After a while I had no care
But just as I let go of the rope
From this horrible dream I awoke

Breaking up with the family.

The thought of getting serious may have crossed my mind once or twice but it wasn't something i really wanted. I enjoyed the freedom. Relationships are limiting and half the fights are about crossing these limits. I enjoyed what we had. It was un-serious and open. He was free to do whatever he wanted and he returned the favor. 

The beauty of our arrangement was that when my bad habit of getting bored kicked in, i could move on without hurting anyone. 

We were perfect. What happened? My mum happened. She accidentally met him and she fell in love. She wanted more, for him and me. The more she pushed, the more i wanted to get away. I wanted to be alone. Her approval increased my disapproval and i knew she was driving me away from him.

How do i end things with someone that my mother is in love with? 

Nine to Five

There's a clock ticking in the distance. The rhythmic tick tock enunciates the  tenseness in the room. Fingers go at keyboards and phones ring. Sometimes it is the classic ring of the land-line and sometimes it is a popular song. We are young at heart but we must conform to the wishes of the older ones. A conversation drifts in from the room next door. Someone is unhappy, raised voices. The door opens and this symphony is paused as the visitor is surveyed. A quick walk to the laminating machine. He poses no threat. The symphony is resumed.

A low laugh, a private joke. There is whispering and a second laugh. Now everyone wants a piece of the joke. The comedian shares the joke and we all laugh. It is a beautiful sound. We may be prisoners of a capitalist market but our hearts are free. The routine has been halted as we enjoy the joke. It is a good joke that will be relayed after work in bars and homes. The clock continues to tick. It is a sound that has become a part of us, like the beating of our hearts. It is a consoling sound and we almost miss it when we leave. We almost miss it.