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My Story is available for download!

Hi all,

I’m quite excited to write this post today. For anyone who may have had a look around the “Memoirs Of A Yoruba Girl” blog, you will know I dabble in fictional writing from time to time.

My writing journey started with a story on this blog with a post titled the “The Colour Red” in around 2011/2012. (Here’s the link in case you wanted to read it https://memoirsofayorubagirl.wordpress.com/2012/01/29/my-first-attempt-at-writing/?preview=true )

At the start of 2015, I set myself a number of goals, one of which was to write a book. As the title indicates, the book now exists and is ready for download via Amazon Kindle. I hope and pray that by God’s grace, this will be the first of many.

Please kindly pop along to the Amazon Website via the link below.

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http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/aw/d/B018D9WAPC/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?qid=1448303561&sr=8-1&pi=AC_SX110_SY165&keywords=esther+akorede

Download, read, enjoy and give me your honest feedback. Most importantly, please share!

Hoping to hear from you

Memoirs Of A Yoruba Girl

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Just A Little Bit!

Hey blog lovers 

I’ve been away for a while, I do apologise for my abscence. As you may or may not know, I dabble in fiction writing from time to time. I was looking through emails I had written, looking for something completely different when I came across a story I started (this happens fairly often). The story is literally in the beginning stages , it doesnt even have a name! Its still in its embryo stages. I decided to come and share it here, just to give you some afternoon stimulation . Have a read, excuse any grammatical errors you may see and drop any feedback in the comment box below .  Love as always 

MemoirsOfAYorubaGirl

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Chapter Three (of the nameless story)

The 1st time Wale hit me was on the way back from a mutual friend’s get together. It was a black and white boat party in some place in London near Trafalgar Square. I was soo excited as it was the first formal outing myself and Wale had attended together. Although Wale was a student, he was pretty well off. He drove all the way from his London University to pick me up and drove me back home though admittedly he had wanted me to stay over at his. Wale looked delicious. I had to literally stop myself from salivating. He wore a crisp pressed black tux, with a fresh haircut and a neatly trimmed goatee to match. I wore a dress I picked in a Next sale, which luckily looked a lot more expensive than it actually was.

The drive to the boat party was heaven. Wale wouldn’t stop complimenting me and kept making me laugh all the way there. When we got the party, I got hit on quite a few times, even with Wale on my arm. Wale made the grave mistake of going to get us both drinks from the bar. That was all this particular creep needed to come up to me and start talking to me. He was actually very friendly but rather cheeky. I tried my best to be polite. I did not plan to laugh at whatever joke he was cracking, but I couldn’t help myself. Wale walked up just as the creep dropped the million pound question “so, can I have your number?”. Luckily he quickly retreated when he saw the look on Wale’s face. I laughed it off but the laughter quickly died in my throat when I realised Wale was still pretty upset. “Wale, what’s up?”. “Why were you talking to the guy?” “He came to talk to me, actually. I was standing here where you left me”. My answer wasn’t sufficient for Wale. “Don’t embarrass me like that Ada, do you get it? When you are out with me behave with some decency”. That comment made me frown, my eyebrows shooting up instantly. “Are you being serious Wale? you need to just chill out ok? It’s not that serious”. I thought he had let it go and the incident didn’t cross my mind again for the rest of the evening.

When it finally came time to go home, we did our rounds of goodbyes to the celebrants’ and the other guest and walked towards Wale’s car. I was walking slightly ahead of wale, because I came off the boat 1st. The night was cool and the view off the edge of the water was really nice. Next thing I knew, Wale’s hand grabbed my arm swinging me around and then quickly landing a hot slap on the right cheek. The shock of the slap made me drop everything I was carrying, including a very expensive glass party favour. When the glassed smashed on the pavement, Wale quickly realised what he had done. He proceeded to cry, saying he was sorry and didn’t know what had come over him.

I think the slap cleared any sort of good reasoning from my head, I couldn’t form any words. I picked up the contents of my bag from the floor, quickly stuffed them into my clutch and started off towards Wale’s car, my feet thudding with each step. The drive back home was very silent and extremely awkward. I stared out of the window as Wale tried to make conversation. I ignored him and didn’t even look in his direction. When he realised his attempts at conversation were futile, he left me alone. As soon as we got up to my campus halls, I grabbed my things and jumped out of the car. I didn’t even look back once and Wale had the sense to not try and call me back. Luckily it was late so all my friends were asleep. I quickly unlocked my room dorm, locked it behind me. I dumped all my stuff on the floor and shed my dress in favour of my pyjamas. I removed all the make up and got into bed. I lay there for quite a while with the evening replaying in my mind. I wasn’t sure if I had done anything to warrant Wale slapping me. I knew it wasn’t right for him to hit me. My dad had never slapped my mum in all their marriage together. The last thing I remember was my pillow feeling damp from my tears that had soaked through.  

Letter To My Childhood Sweetheart

This is a letter to my childhood sweetheart. Read it to the end , I’m sure you’ll really like it.

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Letter To My Childhood Sweetheart

It was great seeing you today, after not seeing you for ages. It was amazing how you had changed , you looked older but you still looked youthful at the same time, I guess it’s a little hard to describe. I felt ashamed that you saw me the way I was, but you were never judgemental.
I saw you walking down the street with a really pretty girl. You always had loads of friends even before we became friends.

We’ve known each other as long as I can remember. My mum and dad knew your dad for a long time so we automatically became friends.
You were my first and best play mate. We would spend hours playing in the streets , riding bikes and knocking doors. Mum and dad let you sleep over so many times, it was almost as if you lived with us. The sleepovers used to be so much fun. We would stay up all night telling stories and making each other laugh until our little tummies hurt. I thought we would be together forever. It was my new friends that came between us. It’s sad now I think about it. You wanted me to stay away from them, but I didnt want to hear any of it.

Eventually, we just grew apart. We never spent time together anymore, I always cancelled on you last minute to do something else. The little time we did spend together was rushed and insincere on my part. I was a terrible friend. I knew you still really wanted to speak to me and see me, but I just didnt have the time anymore. I guess you wanted the old me back. Looking back, I guess I felt a bit guilty for treating you so badly was why I couldn’t admit I was wrong.

I still always invited you to family functions because it would have been weird you not being there. You were always at my birthday parties, at Christmas parties, family BBQ’s and any other mundane family function. I guess you were like family to me. It did become more and more awkward though because all we would say was hi and bye. I could see in your eyes you wanted to say so much more but you never forced it. It was as if you were waiting on me to make up my mind.

Church was your favourite. You made me love church and Sunday school. You always knew all the answers and you never wanted to go home. I guess because your dad was in charge of everything was why you loved going so much.

I really regret how I treated you and seeing you brought back all the old feelings. All you ever wanted was to love me. You wanted to soothe away the stress of my day and whisper sweet nothings in my ears. But I never had the time.

I realise now that I have always loved you. From the first time we played outside together, I knew I would always love you. You were and will always be my childhood sweetheart.

You know about my husband, my kids and my job. I don’t know how my husband might feel about it but I guess I have to be true to my heart, whatever happens. Jesus Christ, lover of my soul, my childhood sweetheart, can we pick up from where we left off?

Yours Truly,

A old friend that really misses you
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Hope you guys enjoyed that. The idea for this short letter came because I realise a lot of christians have known or known about Jesus for ages but have only developed meaningful relationships with him as they have grown up, a bit like a childhood sweetheart. Hope you enjoyed this. Let me know what you thought of it.

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Until next time
Memoirs Of A Yoruba Girl
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Story Time, Once Again!

Hey there

happy Wednesday everyone, Just a short post here. Hope the week has been good so far? I’ve got another part of the story of Ruth, (just in case anyone wondered). So say hello to some more from Ngozi and Emeka. Enjoy and let me know what you think!

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ps please excuse the extra dots, spelling errors and etc. Its still in work in progress! and if the story doesn’t make sense, feel free to backtrack to the first few chapters I posted at an earlier date!

The Story Of Ruth

Chapter Three

Emeka smiled to himself as the beautiful stranger named Ngozi carried on walking to the stream. This wasn’t the first time he had seen her walking this path to the stream. He had always wondered what her name was. Ngozi was a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman. Ngozi was a name from the Ibo people of Nigeria. It simply meant being a blessing. Emeka allowed himself to dream as he walked back to his family compound. He chuckled to himself as he remembered her screaming after seeing the snake. As he walked back, he wondered why he had never seen her around with the other village girls who were of marriageable age. He found he thought a lot about Ngozi, even before he knew what her name was. He thought about her face, her voice, and the beautiful songs she sung on the way to the stream. The one she sang today sounded a lot like one of the hymns from the local village church where he attended for Sunday morning services. He loved their little village church. It wasn’t anything to be compared to some of the mega high steeple churches he had seen on his few trips to Lagos, but God was there, that was definite. Church was like nothing else he could describe. Sundays were a festive day in their village and even in their neighbouring ones. All the ladies in the village put on their best clothes, with head ties almost touching the sky. The men wore traditional attire so starched and ironed, it was impossible to see a crease. On a Sunday, children knew better than to play and run around to mess up their Sunday clothes although by the afternoon, most of them would have forgotten………………….. Their church resident Pastor, Pastor Amechi, was quite a character. He was quite a dark stout man, with a round pot belly. Pastor Amechi always insisted on wearing a white shirt, dog collar and a black blazer, all of which would be drenched in sweat by the end of the service. Emeka found him to be quite a humorous man, but he could never argue that Pastor Amechi didn’t know what he was talking about. He had arrived from Lagos some years back, originally from a village similar to theirs. Emeka wondered why Ibo people ever went to Lagos. Lagos was filled with the Yoruba people of Nigeria, most of whom still worshiped gods like sango, the god of thunder, osun and several others. Ibo people too had been idol worshippers, worshipping the sprits of ancestors, dead and buried kings and feared jungle animals,most especially in this village, but once the Gospel of Jesus Christ, or better known as Jesu Kristi arrived through pastor Amechi, it swept the village like a flood and soon, their indigenous idols were forgotten. Emeka strolled in to his family compound with his catch from the bush. “Ada? Amarachi? , come and take this meat”. His sisters, both younger than him slinked in, annoyed about the work that they could not escape. “Welcome brother” they both chorused. “Thank you. Take this meat and clean it, so mama can cook with it later”. “But brother, this meat is so big, it will take us a long time to finish”. “That is your own problem”. Emeka had to supress his laughter as they picked up the meat, silently fighting themselves and each other. Emeka sunk into one of the chairs on the veranda, and allowed his thoughts to again wonder, back to Ngozi.

Chapter Four

“I’m coming o, hold on”. Ngozi stood in front of Mr Peters door, face set as stone. The door clicked open and Mr Peters peered out through a crack in the door. “Ah Ngozi, it is you, welcome dear”. “Good morning sir”, Ngozi curtsied in a way respectful to elders in the community. Mr Peters smiled, “Ngozi baby, this is why I have always liked you, you are a very respectful girl”. Ngozi rolled her eyes inwardly. “Please sir, I don’t have time, I came to return this bag you left at our compound”. Mr Peters looked down and noticed the bag in her hand. “Why? You don’t you like the gifts? I can get you some different materials if you would prefer? Lace? Or maybe some more European kinds?”.”Please sir, I don’t want, good day”. Ngozi dropped the bag and started to leave. “Ngozi, wait now, why are you rushing, can I offer you something?”. By this point Mr Peters had sat down on a wooden chair in his compound and was fanning himself from the ever increasing heat. “Ngozi, please sit, there is something important I would like to discuss with you”,” Mr Peters, I don’t have the time”. “Ngozi, we are not fighting? Come and sit”. Ngozi begrudgingly sat , though as far away from Mr Peters as the bench would allow. “I’ve known you a long while now. I’ve seen you grow from that naughty little baby that never wanted to bath into a beautiful young lady that any man would be proud to have”. Ngozi nodded, thoughts a thousand miles away. “Before your father died, I promised I would take care of you and your siblings, and I’ve been thinking of how to make good on that promise. I’ve spoken to your mother about finalising our wedding plans, but she felt it would be better if I asked you”. Ngozi’s thoughts made an emergency stop “What?” was all Ngozi could muster. “The wedding plans now, between you and my son, Chinedu”. Ngozi mentally breathed a deep sigh of relief, she thought it was about to be a case of men that didn’t realise how old they really were. In their village, it was common place for the older men in the village to have some perverted tendencies and several of them had 2nd wives, old enough to be their daughters. Some of the more brave hearted ones went as far as three. “Please Sir, I have not heard anything about these wedding plans before, I don’t really believe in arranged marriages anyway. I think people should marry for love”. “Hmm, is that so? Very interesting”, Mr Peters gave Ngozi a look that made her feel more stupid. “Anyway, madam love, go and discuss with your mother and get back to me so we can agree on a date for your engagement”. By this point, Ngozi’s heart was racing, “Mr Peters, I don’t want to marry your son, please, I came to return the gifts, I don’t want any trouble”. “Look Ngozi , you know me as a respected man in this our village, and I always get what I want , if you don’t want the gifts , I will take them back , but you will marry my son , that is not an option”. Ngozi’s mouth was dry and her head racing a mile a minute. What was she to reply to this man? She knew what a shrewd man Mr Peters was, and she knew what he was capable of. “Mr Peters, I’m leaving now, my mother will be expecting me back by now”. “Go my daughter, it is well with you, don’t forget our discussion”, Ngozi dropped the bag, and started to leave the compound, she rolled her eyes and whispered under her breath, “discussion indeed”.

Story Time!

Stories! Well The Love Story is very much alive and well and will grace these blog pages again sometime in the near future. Wanted to introduce you to another story I started writing , called The Story Of Ruth. The title is simple (for a reason), I can’t give away too much at this point or that will just spoil the story. So Im just going to put a chapter or two (some people have been repelled when I just post a whole heap of writing :-/) just to see how you feel about it. Should I carry on, or let the Ruth story rest?

Chapter One
“Ngozi! Where is the water? I asked you to fill this keg yesterday, Ngozi!!”. “Ngozi blinked and covered her eyes as the morning sun poured in from the window. Ngozi rubbed the remnants of sleep away from her eyes and pulled herself out of bed and onto her knees. “Thank you Lord for this day, thank you for waking me up today, thank you for…” “NGOZI!” “Yes ma, coming ma”. Ngozi rushed outside, with the colourful wrapper tied around her. “I’ve been calling you since, what were you doing inside of there?” “Sorry Ma, I was sleeping, I only just woke up”. “Mm, Is that so? What of the water I asked you to fetch yesterday?”. “ I’m sorry ma, I forgot”. Mama sighed outwardly. “Ngozi, what are you doing with your brain these days? Come on, go and get the water my friend!” “Yes ma”.

After brushing her teeth and splashing a little water on her face, Ngozi left for the stream, bucket in arm and slippers slapping the ground noisily. Ngozi enjoyed the walk to the stream. It gave her a few cherished moments alone and time to clear her head. The morning was still crisp, but the sun had started to rise, warming up the air.
Ngozi sang as she walked along to the stream. So lost in her thoughts and song she was that she didn’t notice the small and menacing looking viper on her path. Ngozi walked on when someone suddenly darted out from the bushes. Ngozi looked up at the man, startled. When she noticed the viper on the path, Ngozi screamed and started to run. Before she could run far, the man had caught the snake, killed it quickly and disposed of it. Ngozi doubled over, breathing heavily, the bucket discarded. “Thank you, I didn’t even see it”. “That’s ok”. Once Ngozi had caught her breath she picked up her bucket and started to leave. “Thanks again erm?” “Emeka” the male replied. “Ah, thank you Emeka, God bless you”. Ngozi started to leave when Emeka called after her, “wait, what’s you name?”. “Ngozi”, she replied as she carried on walking, not giving Emeka the chance to say much else. Emeka smiled to himself as Ngozi walked in carrying on her song from where she had left off. He was sure their paths would cross again, sometime soon.

Chapter two
After Ngozi had made two or three trips to the stream, the keg was full and her mothers temper was appeased. “My daughter, don’t be angry with me about this morning, I just want you to make a good wife one day. This is why I’m talking now”. “Yes ma, I know I know”. Ngozi was the first of the three children of Mrs Chukuemeka. Their father was long deceased, so Ngozi’s mother was the main breadwinner. Ngozi was a tall and fair skinned teenager. Ngozi didn’t think much of her looks, but the villager called her a “rare jewel”. Ngozis face was flawless, as if kissed by the sun, her lips full, showing her African heritage and sealed off with light brown eyes and long eyelashes. “Ngozi, Mr. Peters came here looking for you while you were at the stream”. Ngozi rolled her eyes, “What did he want?” “Hmm, well he said he just wanted to come and greet you, he was quite disappointed you were not home”. “I’m sure”, was her reply”. “He left this for you”. Ngozi’s mum pointed to the other side of the veranda. There lay a black plastic bag. Ngozi opened the bag, and inside lay all manner of gifts. An assortment of Ankara materials, all in the latest designs, some fancy foreign sounding creams and perfumes, and a beautiful pair of earrings. “Ha, Ngozi! What is all of this?” “Ma I don’t know”. “This is all rather expensive to just give to somebody?. As Ngozi’s mother looked over the material, a bundle of notes fell to the floor. “Ha! Mr Peters, thank you o!”. Before Ngozi could even blink, her mother had swopped down and picked the money. “Mama, what are you doing?”, “my friend, heaven helps those who help themselves”. “Mama, I can’t accept all these gifts from this man, I’m taking them back right now”. “Ngozi, but you don’t even know why he brought these gifts “. In Ngozis mind, there could only be one reason Mr Peters had brought this bag of gifts. ”Mama, I don’t like this, at all, just give me the money, I’m going to return these things now”. “Haba, at least wait a little my daughter”. When Ngozi’s mother noticed that Ngozis face showed the subject was no longer up for discussion, she begrudgingly handing back the money”. Ngozi stuffed the gifts back in the bag and stormed off, headed for Mr Peters house.

What did you think?????

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ps Im not Ibo, so I tried my best with the Ibo theme I was going with!

The 2nd Edition!

hey hey, Here I am again! After all the reviews I got on the 1st Edition of the love story, I’ve been hard at work with the 2nd edition. Now it is faaar from finished, but it has made some interesting developments. It is becoming a full fledged story, *exhales deeply*. When I sat in front of my laptop today to start working, I realised the mammoth task I had taken on. I was trying, through my story, to convey how Jesus felt. I felt overwhelmed, and I almost backed out. “God, I can’t do this”. Well I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me, (Y). So I’ve been typing, deleting, retyping and researching for the 2nd ed. Its alot longer than last time, there are a few new parts and some other parts I haven’t touched, but for today, I’m tired man! LOL. After 4 hours or more of sitting and typing (with conditioner in my hair, LOL #natural hair) I think I should continue another day. Again I want all your HONEST and CRITICAL reviews as you read (be nice). Only God knows where this story is headed but I’m privledged to bring it to you. So here it is (drum roll), The Love Story, the 2nd Edition! xxxxxxxxxxxxx

The Love Story – 2nd Edition [All Rights Reserved]

(All bible quotations are given in italics and come from with either the Message or The New King James Translations of the Bible)

Blood. Everywhere. In my hair, dripping down my face, gushing from my back, everywhere. The pain was intense. So intense I could have just given up and died. I wanted to, I really did, but I couldn’t, not yet. Why? Because of the aura. The whip on my back was torture. The metal balls that were attached to the whip tenderised my flesh, bruising me, as if a piece of meat, while the hooks and broken bones ripped my flesh as they left my skin. The roman soldiers had stripped me and tied me to an upright post, so they could scourge me very well. The morning sun had begun to increase in its heat, as the day neared afternoon. This however did not deter the audience that had gathered. The soldiers revisited my wounds with more lashings of the whip. Two of them whipped me, reopening the already deep wounds, causing blood to gush from my back, even pulling my flesh away from body, causing it to hang off me. Tears streamed down my face, whether from the shame of being stripped naked in front of the audience or the agony I was subject to, I could not tell. As the intensity of the whips increased, the flow of my tears could not being stemmed.
In my agony, I looked to the heavens, remembering a time, aeons past, when I was home, seated, next to my father, in a place so beautiful. So beautiful it could not be comprehended. A place that was never spoken into being, it had always been, just as my father and I. His face was distraught, something that didn’t happen often. “Father, what’s wrong?” I asked, wondering if I could help. Then I focused on what he was looking at, he was looking towards the earth, a new planet we had created. The homosapiens we had formed from the soil were talking to someone, or something. But they were not talking to each other; they were talking to the serpent, that old serpent, the devil, Lucifer. Well Eve was talking and Adam wasn’t, that was the problem. The serpent, such a complicated creature. He had been a heavenly being once upon a time not too long ago.

“Glory! Honour! Be unto the King who sits on the throne, both now and forever more! Amen!” The hosts of Heaven bowed and worshipped, with melodious harmonies that encircled the throne and filled the heavens. Father simply smiled. As the heavenly congregation worshipped, they basked in the Glory of God, the warmth of his love, and the awesomeness of his presence. The melodious harmonies were orchestrated by the Son of the morning, Lucifer. Life here was beautiful. There was never night and darkness was unheard of. The heavens were filled with all manner of heavenly beings. Cherubim angels, Seraphim angels and Archangels were numbered among the heavenly hosts. There were three archangels; Michael, Gabriel and Lucifer. They were so similar but so different. Michael was our warrior archangel; Gabriel was our messenger angel while Lucifer was the Son of the morning, who took care of the beautiful music in the heavenly realms. As the morning time of worship came to a close, we looked upon the heavenly hosts, and blessed them. Nothing came to close to the feeling of being appreciated by the beings you had created with your own hands. “Thank you for spending this time with me to worship me o hosts of heaven. You are all free to continue with your duties and pursuits of the day. our grace overshadows you, our love encompasses you and our mercy is ever present for you, may your free will always choose us, the only lover of your soul”.

The three archangels left the throne room walked together through the heavenly gardens. The weather was beautiful, with just enough sunlight to warm the ground the angels walked on and just enough breeze to keep them cool, just perfect. “Lucifer, you look especially handsome this morning” Gabriel gushed. “Thanks, I do don’t I” Lucifer replied, smiling. “What did you think of the worship this morning?” Lucifer asked while studying himself. “It was amazing!” Gabriel replied. “Father seemed especially pleased with the arrangement of the songs this morning”. “Of course he would be pleased; I wrote all those songs myself you know”. Gabriel seemed awed, while Michael rolled his eyes. Michael was rather a serious angel, and paid little attention to the dialogue. “Why the long face, Warrior of heaven?” Lucifer enquired, still studying himself. “I don’t know what you’re talking about”. Michael’s face suddenly lit up. Lucifer and Gabriel looked at each other knowingly; Michael wasn’t one to hide his emotions. “Guess what I heard, when I was on my way to the throne room this morning? Father has decided to create a new race”. “Oh really?” Lucifer and Gabriel both seemed genuinely interested. “Yes, the exciting thing is that he is going to make them in his own image, imagine that!”. Gabriel seemed excited at this; Lucifer’s reaction however was not quite the same. “In his image you say, why would Father do that?” Michael continued on, not noticing Lucifer’s demeanour “I don’t really know too many details, but from what I heard, God is creating them because he wants to, he wants to fellowship with them, how amazing right?”. Gabriel nodded his agreement vehemently. Lucifer didn’t agree. “Why would he create beings to worship him, aren’t we all good enough for him, am I not good enough for him?” Gabriel and Micheal looked at Lucifer, shocked at his response. “Why do you talk like this Son of the morning? Our father is all knowing, all seeing and all powerful, he is free to do as he pleases. Aren’t you happy there will now be more of us to worship the I am?” Micheal asked. “Happy? I feel betrayed actually. Creatures in his likeness to worship him? How insulting” he snarled. “What other creature’s worship can compare to the worship I give to him? I the son of the morning, the most beautiful Archangel, the father himself calls me “the seal of perfection, full of wisdom and perfect in beauty” “. “I can’t believe this! As long as I’m around, this can’t happen! You both just wait and see”. Lucifer stormed off while Gabriel and Michael called after him with no avail.

I looked on in horror as the serpent fed Eve the lies that eased off his tongue. “Do I understand that God told you not to eat from any tree in the garden?” my heart sank, and as the Alpha and Omega, my father, I and our holy spirit knew what would happen as this conversation continued. “Not at all, we can eat from the trees in the garden. It’s only about the tree in the middle of the garden that God said, ‘don’t eat from it; don’t even touch it or you’ll die.'” It was as if my heart could not sink any further. We had never ever once told Eve she could not touch the tree, only not to eat the fruit from it. “You won’t die. God knows that the moment you eat from that tree, you’ll see what’s really going on. You’ll be just like God, knowing everything, ranging all the way from good to evil.” Why wasn’t Adam saying anything, he just looked on, as if in a trance.

Worship continued in heaven as normal. However, everything this morning was far from normal. The worship the son of the morning rendered was merely lip service. He spoke and sang things he heart disagreed with. It was not as if the Father and I didn’t know what was happening, we chose to say nothing. As the worship of that morning came to a close, the father and I prayed over the hosts of heaven as normal. We also announced that we had some important news to share. We had decided to unveil our new creations. The heavenly host gathered for the important news later on that afternoon. “Thank you for gracing us with your attendance loved ones. If you look out into the Galaxies, just some distance below us, you will notice a new planet”. Everybody ooed and ahhed at the planet. “Its beautiful father” Micheal commented. “What is it called?” was the question on everybody’s lips. We had Mars, Jupiter, Saturn and several other planets. “Earth”, that was the name we had chosen. The applause from the hosts signalled their agreement at our choice. “You all here are our privileged audience this afternoon; today we will form the first man”. The applause seemed louder, but it not everyone here seemed happy too hear this. Father reached down, and picked up some soil from the ground of earth. The angels looked at each other, wondered what the father was trying to do. The father took the soil, and began to shape it. It became as clay in his hands. He shaped it, paying attention to every little detail. Once he finished, he laid him down, and everybody came to look on the creation called man. The angels were enthralled. “Father, he just looks like you, yet he looks different!” Father smiled. “Is he asleep?” the questions of the angels filtered around in the heavens. Father picked him up again, staring at his creation. He took a deep breath in and breathed out into the man. The man’s chest started to rise and fall in a rhythmic fashion. Colour started to appear on his face, though his eyes remained close. He looked asleep. His eyes began to flutter and opened slowly. The applause at this point was deafening. Lucifer and a large group of the angels however had stepped away from the marvelling throng and began to leave the throne room, with mixed emotions of anger, sadness, and even disgust. The father continued to look upon the man, whose eyes were now fully open. God looked upon him, smiling “Your name will be Adam, for you are made in my image, and formed you from the soil”. “Thank you father” Adam replied. The heavenly host look on, amazed as Adam fellowshipped with the Father. The father then picked him up and placed him on the planet earth, and sat back, happy, content. Lucifer looked over at Adam, and jealously welled up inside him. He stormed off and the separated group of angels followed after.
Days had past since the creation of Adam. I sensed unrest in the Father. As we watched Adam in the Garden, as he played with animals it was if the area around him glowed. It was his hue of innocence, his aura. Adam had become a very dutiful workman, tending to the earth. Adam seemed to enjoy life on earth and he loved the time we all spent together. But at times, it seemed he was lonely. Being the Omniscient God that the father, he wanted Adam to be happy, all the time. So God formed from the dirt of the ground all the animals of the field and all the birds of the air. He brought them to the man to see what he would name them. Whatever the man called each living creature, that was its name. Adam did a great job with the animals but he didn’t find a suitable companion. Father had an interesting idea. He breathed on the man , and Adam fell into a deep sleep.

Then Eve looked at the tree, the tree of good and evil, the tree of choice. As she looked at it, there was a change in her; she looked at it through the eyes of deceit, which Lucifer had given to her. She reached up, and picked the fruit. Adam still said nothing. Eve looked at the fruit, and then greedily bit into it. With the juices still running down her face she offered some to Adam, who also took a bite. And then it happened. As if by magic, their aura, their hue of innocence disappeared, instantly. I looked on in despair as they realised their nakedness and made futile attempts to cover themselves.
I looked upon the face of my father, the great I Am, and I saw hurt in his eyes, like nothing I’d seen before. It was as if he had lost a friend. In a split second, we were in the garden, the beautiful young Eden. Father called out to Adam, “where are you?” Father called out, but he knew where they were. “I heard you in the garden and I was afraid because I was naked. And I hid” was Adams reply. ‘’Who told you you were naked? My heart bled as I thought of Adam and Eve. Our unique creations, made in our image, formed in our likeness. Could we again have the fellowship we shared in Eden? And their aura, the glow? What would happen I dreaded. My mind raced through several ideas, in desperation to save them.
Father, was so full of love, and his love made him a just judge. If a crime was committed, the human mind would expect a judge to judge the criminal guilty. Why? Because that was what he was, guilty. Father God was and still is the most just judge, and Adam and Eve had stepped out the beautiful innocence and taken themselves and all their offspring that would ever come into the earth into a defiled state of being guilty. And the judgement of sin was a scary one, a most terrifying one, Death,, Eternal separation from God.
‘’Did you eat from that tree I told you not to eat from?” Father’s voice brought me back to the here and now. “The Woman you gave me as a companion, she gave me fruit from the tree, and, yes, I ate it.” Father looked at the one who he created, his 1st daughter, “What is this that you’ve done?”, the pain that resonated from his voice was heart shattering. My heart raced through possibilities, anything to save my beautiful ones, anything. “The serpent seduced me,” she said, “and I ate.” Father God was going to give everyone a just punishment and he started with Lucifer, the son of morning “Because you’ve done this, you’re cursed, cursed beyond all cattle and wild animals, Cursed to slink on your belly and eat dirt all your life” my mind still raced , then an idea came to me. I couldn’t bear to lose my children, the beautiful ones to Lucifer; I would do anything, anything at all. Even if I could give myself for the death required of them, I would, whatever it took. Father and our holy spirit looked at me, as they thought about my idea. “I’m declaring war between you and the Woman, between your offspring and hers. He’ll wound your head, you’ll wound his heel”. I was the woman’s offspring that Father God talked about. That meant that he had agreed. I was to become a man, and was to be born of a woman. And I would have to die. I glimpsed the future. What a horrible death awaited me. I was willing to die, just to save my beautiful ones, and all the other beautiful ones to come.

Another lash of the torturous whip brought me back to now. The death I had glimpsed so many aeons ago was but a few more steps away. This roman soldiers who whipped me, he whipped me with an almost demonic passion, I groaned in pain. Hate was ugly. Little did he know that he was another of my created ones, just like Adam was, and his aura was missing as well. “That’s enough!”, I heard a voice scream behind me. “put his clothes back on for him and lets gets this crucifixion started!”. They both jeered as the solider, my own one, roughly forced my clothes over my head. The clothes grated against the fresh open wounds on my back, I cried out in pain. My heart was heavy, but this heaviness was not my own. It was Father Lord and the Holy Spirit observing me in my pitiful state. We as a triune being knew this was necessary, to save them. They both continued to watch me. My whole body ached; I struggled to move, after being tied up for so long. Three soldiers brought the cross, my altar of sacrifice towards me. A pungent smell came off of it as it got closer to me. The smell was a mix of sweat, urine, excretory materials, and blood. The soldiers must have used this cross in crucifying several others before me. The smell made me want to hurl. It was simply criminal. The soldiers placed the cross on my back and I buckled under its weight. The soldiers gladly helped me up. This was one death they were all excited to see, they would get to see the man, who claimed be God humiliated and then die the most shameful of deaths. The soldiers led me and I tried so hard to follow, I took a few steps, which were simply torturous. I took another step and buckled again. The cross slammed across my back, I screamed out in agony. It was so hard, every physical part of my body ached and I was exhausted. The high council had questioned me all night, in a bid to find something, anything to sentence me to death for.

“What can we kill this man for?” one priest asked. “He’s a blasphemer! We can kill him for that, I’m sure”. Caiaphas the chief priest agreed, “yes, we all know that lying carpenter is a blasphemer, but we need concrete evidence to sentence him to death, otherwise people will call us wicked”. The high priests and the members of the Jewish councils all nodded vehemently, in full agreement. “I’ll send one of my house helps to pay someone who will pretend to be a witness”. The helper was gone for hours, and came back, fruitless. “Please sir, several people agreed but no one had a concrete story” Caiaphas was livid. Caiaphas and the other high priests, and the Jewish council members looked on at Me. A mix of anger, hate and pride all radiated from their eyes. Caiaphas looked me right in the eye, “how dare you, a mere man, not even a handsome man at that, call yourself God?” I simply said nothing. “Answer me!!”. Just as Caiaphas stood up to confront me, two men walked into his courtyard. “And who are you?” he asked. “We are here to witness against him”. I continued to look on, not saying anything. “We heard him say he would destroy the temple and rebuild it in three days”. Caiaphas looked happy, extremely. He look back at me and asked “Well, aren’t you going to answer these charges? What do you have to say for yourself?”, still I said nothing. “I demand in the name of the living God—tell us if you are the Messiah, the Son of God”. How ironic, he knew about my father, he had heard about him, read about him, talked about him, but he didn’t know him personally, because if he did he would know about me. “You have said it. And in the future you will see the Son of Man seated in the place of power at God’s right hand and coming on the clouds of heaven”. That was the final straw for him and I knew it. He was absolutely livid. He tore at his clothes. “Blasphemy! Why do we need other witnesses? You have all heard his blasphemy, what is your verdict?” I looked at him, I already knew my verdict. I knew it long before he was even a thought in his mother and fathers mind, talk less of being in his mother’s womb, but still I said nothing. “Guilty! He deserves to die!” was the verdict the crowd gave on my behalf. Some of them spat at him, and some even punched me with their fists and mocked me. My heart, one with the Father’s and the Holy Sprit’s asked for forgiveness on their behalf, because they didn’t know what they where doing.

On the hard gravel floor, I lay, with the cross on my back, tormenting my fresh wounds, in the agonising sun, simply unable to stand. It must have been noon by now. “Stand up!” I heard someone say. I tried, o how I tried. When the soldiers saw I just couldn’t stand up, they grabbed a man from the crowd, a Cyrene to carry it for me. I looked into his eyes, it was Simon, and he was another of my created ones. Love welled up in my heart as I look upon Simon, another who had lost his aura. Simon picked up the cross on his own back, and the soldiers pulled me up.
I walked very slowly, every step more agonising than the last. As I walked next to Simon the roar of the crowd that followed us was almost deafening. The journey was not much longer now. Simon looked at me. I could see the weight and the discomfort of the cross on his back. I reached out and touched him “I love you Simon, thank you for carrying my cross”. Simon smiled and we continued to walk. Soon we reached Golgotha, the place of the skull. It had this name because it looked like a skull. Simon put down the cross, and stepped back.

On My Usb!

Guess whos back back back, back again?

hey people , how you all been? well, I was at work going through my usb, it turns out I’ve been writing a little longer that I originally thought. I found a story I wrote in April 2008. I originally wrote this story while I was in college for a college magazine , but it never made it in , :(. Anyway, I had a read through it, corrected a few minor errors but I kept everything the same , so excuse some of the cheesy lines and generally cheesiness, LOL. Well here it is , College Life (Part 1):

College Life (Part 1)
6:30am: ~RRRIIINNNGGG~, I groaned inwardly. My phone alarm just went off, and I had to get up for college. Maybe if I slept for 10 more minutes? So I pressed the snooze button, happy to go back to bed.

6:40am: my alarm went off again. I dragged myself out if bed and into the bathroom. I turned on the hot water tap so I could have my bath. I sat on the edge of the bath and looked into my mirror, Oh My Gosh! I looked horrible; I had mascara smeared all over my eyes and makeup all over my face. I was baffled, wondering why I went to bed with makeup before I remembered Stanley’s phone call.

7:00am: after a nice long bath, I came into my room looking for my cocoa butter lotion. It was almost a necessity for every day. I found it nestled among some clothes I had been meaning to wash for the past few days. Tutting at my own behaviour, I picked up the lotion and decided to start creaming my face

7:10am: standing in front of my wardrobe, I raked through the rows, looking for something to wear. I hated this part of morning as I could never decide what to wear to college. My hand brushed over a yellow shirt in my rows and rows of colours. I took it and looked it over. It was a really unique type of top and was a really nice at that, how come I didn’t wear this more often? Then I remembered where I got the top from and quickly shoved it in the back of my wardrobe

7:20am: feeling quite contented with myself, I looked myself over in the mirror once more. My white top was fresh, clean and fitted in all the right places. My boy cut jeans low riding so my girl boxers showed ever so slightly at my waist. My black air forces looked fresh (as I had just bought them on the weekend) and the laces looked good after begging my brother to do them up in the cool way only he knew how. After checking the mirror and feeling pleased with what I saw, I went downstairs in my house to have some breakfast

7:25am: after having a look in the cupboard and seeing how empty it was I decided that I would have toast for breakfast. That was until I went to the bread bin and noticed that the bread had green mould like things growing out of it. I decided I could do with out breakfast for the day and picked my bag and left the house

7:30am: walking down the street, I felt surprisingly happy in spite of my lack of breakfast. The weather was nice and warm; the sun was shining on me, melting away any goose bumps that I had. I cast my mind back to yesterday when Stanley called me.
‘’ I don’t believe you Mariah!’’
‘’Stanley, why you acting like this?’’
‘’Ri Ri, my friends told me they saw you yesterday with that guy from up your ends’’
’Yeah but Stanley, I already told you that he’s my friend from way back’’
‘’Well whatever Ri Ri, my boys already told me about you from day and now I see they were right init”
‘’what you mean your boys told you about me?’’
‘’that’s minor now, anyway , this relationship is not moving Ri Ri, so I’m locking it yeah’’
‘’Stanley!! After da amount of tym we’ve been together you’re lockin me off because of your boys? Forget you then!!

—- END OF CALL—–

8:00am: I had reached the bus stop and I didn’t even notice that tears had started falling from my eyes. I had to put Stanley out of my mind and get on with my life. The bus pulled up at the stop and I got on, putting my oyster on the reader. I went upstairs and sat down. I took out my ipod and put on my favourite song.

8:20am: the bus was kind of empty apart from a few daily commuters sitting in the bus. The bus stopped at a stop and so many school students came into the bus. I groaned inwardly, knowing my peaceful morning had just gone out the window.

8:30am: I turned up my ipod to drown out the noise levels that were suddenly very high. I looked around the bus, when I noticed I was being watched by someone who I didn’t notice getting on the bus. I looked back again, thinking I was mistaken. HE still looked at me not even trying to hide it at all. I caught his eye again and he gave me the cutest of smiles. I smiled back and turned around. I blushed inwardly, what was my stomach doing? It felt a like small circus or something!

8:40am: the bus pulled up at my bus stop and I got up to get off the bus. I felt a bit sad thinking I wouldn’t see my very handsome friend again. I didn’t to bother to look up and walked off the bus. I walked leisurely as I was early for college. I walked along the pavement when I realised someone was trying to get my attention. I looked back and was very surprised to see my very handsome friend from the bus. My heart nearly skipped a beat, when he started walking next to me and introduced himself.
• ‘’hey, my names Reqain’’
Reqain? Mmm, A handsome name for handsome man.
‘’Thank you’’
• ‘’Did I say that aloud? Woops!’’
• ‘’Its Kool’’
• ‘’What did you say your name was?
For a few seconds I forgot what my name was
‘’My names Mariah but ppl call me Ri Ri’’
• ‘’Ri Ri? Sounds nice, where u from?’’
If I hadn’t checked my mobile I wouldn’t have noticed I had 2 minutes to get to my class
• ‘’Reqain, im sorry but ive got to go, Bye!’’

I didn’t even notice him calling me name in the background as I sped off to lesson, trying to not be late to the same teacher’s lesson again. Well at least I knew Reqain came to this college so I would probably run into him again. Trying to cool myself off I opened the classroom door, I walked into the classroom and took a seat.

(Until next time!!!!)

My First Attempt At Writing

Hey Everyone,

Happy sunday! Hope you’ve all had good weeks and weekends, and I hope you’re ready for the new week. Well sometime last summer, I started writing a story, pretty much on impulse, I managed to get out a few pages then I stopped. I forgot about it for a good few months, then remembered I had written a story, so I’ve been trying to get some constructive criticism, I’ve had some so far, mainly from my little sister. The story isn’t finished yet , but I’ll continue dependent on the constructive criticism I get. So please read it with a critical eye, dont just say “it’s good”, “it’s alright”, or “it’s not bad”, be honest with me! And so without much further ado , i present my story , titled “The Love Story” (1st Ed) , x

The Love Story

Blood. Everywhere. In my hair, dripping down my face, gushing from my back, everywhere. The pain was so intense; I could have just given up and died. I wanted to, I really did, but I couldn’t, not yet. Why? Because of love. The whip on my back was simply torturous. The metal balls that were attached to the whip tenderised my flesh, bruising me, as though I was just a piece of meat, and the hooks and broken bones ripped my flesh as they left my skin.
In my agony , I looked to the heavens , remembering a time, aeons past , when I was home, in my palace, seated, next to my father. A palace so beautiful. So beautiful the human mind could not even begin to imagine. A palace that was never spoken into being, it had always been, just as my father and I. His face was distraught, something that didn’t happen often. “Father, what’s wrong?” I asked, wondering if I could help take that expression off his face. Then I focused on what he was looking at, he was looking towards the earth, a new planet we had created. The homosapiens we had loving formed from the soil were talking to someone, or something. But they were not talking to each other; they were talking to the serpent, that old serpent, the devil, Lucifer. Well Eve was talking and Adam wasn’t, that was the problem. I looked on in horror as the serpent fed Eve lies that eased off his tongue with a scary ease. “Do I understand that God told you not to eat from any tree in the garden?” my heart sank, and as the Alpha and Omega, my father, I and our holy spirit knew what would happen as this conversation continued. “Not at all, we can eat from the trees in the garden. It’s only about the tree in the middle of the garden that God said, ‘don’t eat from it; don’t even touch it or you’ll die.'” It was as if my heart could not sink any further. We had never ever once told Eve she could not touch the tree, only not to eat the fruit from it. “You won’t die. God knows that the moment you eat from that tree, you’ll see what’s really going on. You’ll be just like God, knowing everything, ranging all the way from good to evil.” Why wasn’t Adam saying anything, he just looked on, as if in a trance. Then Eve looked at the tree, the tree of good and evil, the tree of choice. As she looked at it, there was a change in her; she looked at it through the eyes of deceit, which Lucifer had given to her. She reached up, and picked the fruit. Adam still said nothing. Eve looked at the fruit, and then greedily bit into it. With the juices still running down her face she offered some to Adam, who also took a bite. And then it happened. As if by magic, their aura, their hue of innocence disappeared, instantly. I looked on in despair as they realised their nakedness and made futile attempts to cover themselves.
I looked upon the face of my father, the great I Am, and I saw hurt in his eyes, like nothing I’d seen before. In a split second, we were in the garden, the beautiful Eden we had made only recently. Father called out to Adam, “where are you?” Father called out, but he knew where they were. “I heard you in the garden and I was afraid because I was naked. And I hid” was Adams reply. ‘’Who told you you were naked? My heart bled as I thought of Adam and Eve. Our beautiful son and daughter, our beautiful innocent children. Could they ever get back the constant connection with the I Am, and their aura, the glow. My mind raced through several ideas, in desperation to save them.
Father, was so full of love, and his love made him a just judge. If a crime was committed, the human mind would expect a judge to judge the criminal guilty. Why? Because that was what he was, guilty. Father God was and still is the most just judge, and Adam and Eve had stepped out the beautiful innocence and taken themselves and all their offspring that would ever come into the earth into a defiled state of being guilty. And the judgement of sin was a scary one, a most terrifying one, Death,, Eternal separation from God.
‘’Did you eat from that tree I told you not to eat from?” Father’s voice brought me back to the here and now. “The Woman you gave me as a companion, she gave me fruit from the tree, and, yes, I ate it.” Father looked at the one who he created, his 1st daughter, “What is this that you’ve done?”, the pain that resonated from his voice was heart shattering. My heart raced through possibilities, anything to save my beautiful ones, anything. “The serpent seduced me,” she said, “and I ate.” Father God was going to give everyone a just punishment and he started with Lucifer, the son of morning “Because you’ve done this, you’re cursed, cursed beyond all cattle and wild animals, Cursed to slink on your belly and eat dirt all your life” my mind still raced , then an idea came to me. I couldn’t bear to lose my children, the beautiful ones to Lucifer; I would do anything, anything at all. Even if I could give myself for the death required of them, I would, whatever it took. Father and our holy spirit looked at me, as they thought about my idea. “I’m declaring war between you and the Woman, between your offspring and hers. He’ll wound your head, you’ll wound his heel”. I was the woman’s offspring that Father God talked about. That meant that he had agreed. I was to become a man, and was to be born of a woman. And I would have to die. I glimpsed the future. What a horrible death awaited me. I was willing to die, just to save my beautiful ones, and all the other beautiful ones to come.
Another lash of the torturous whip brought me back to now. The death I had glimpsed so many aeons ago was but a few more steps away. This roman solider who whipped me, he whipped me with an almost demonic passion, I groaned in pain, hate was such an ugly thing. Little did he know that he was another of my beautiful ones, he was mine, and his aura was missing as well. “That’s enough!”, I heard a voice scream behind me. “put his clothes back on for him and lets gets this crucifixion started!”. They both jeered as the solider, my own beautiful one, roughly forced my clothes over my head. The clothes grated against the fresh wounds on my back, I cried out in pain. My heart was heavy, but this heaviness was not my own. It was Father Lord and the Holy Spirit observing me in my pitiful state. We as a triune being knew this was necessary, to save them. They both continued to watch me. My whole body ached; I struggled to move, after being tied up for so long. Three soldiers brought the cross, my altar of sacrifice towards me. A pungent smell came off of it as it got closer to me. The smell was a mix of sweat, urine, excretory materials, and blood. The soldiers must have used this cross in crucifying several others before me. The smell made me want to hurl. It was simply criminal. The soldiers placed the cross on my back and I buckled under its weight. The soldiers gladly helped me up. This was one death they were all excited to see, they would get to see the man, who claimed be God humiliated and the die the most shameful of deaths. The soldiers led me and I tried so hard to follow, I took a few steps, which were simply torturous. I took another step and buckled again. The cross slammed across my back, I screamed out in agony. It was so hard, everything physical part of my body ached and I was exhausted. The high council had questioned me all night, in a bid to find something, anything to sentence me to death for.
“What can we kill this man for?” one priest asked. “He’s a blasphemer! We can kill him for that, I’m sure”. Caiaphas the chief priest agreed, “yes, we all know that lying carpenter is a blasphemer, but we need concrete evidence to sentence him to death, otherwise people will call us wicked”. The high priests and the members of the Jewish councils all nodded vehemently, in full agreement. “I’ll send one of my house helps to pay someone who will pretend to be a witness”. The helper was gone for hours, and came back, fruitless. “Please sir, several people agreed but no one had a concrete story” Caiaphas was livid. Caiaphas and the other high priests, and the Jewish council members looked on at Me. A mix of anger, hate and pride all radiated from their eyes. Caiaphas looked me right in the eye, “how dare you, a mere man, not even a handsome man at that, call yourself God?” I simply said nothing. “Answer me!!”. Just as Caiaphas stood up to confront me, two men walked into his courtyard. “And who are you?” he asked. “We are here to witness against him”. I continued to look on, not saying anything. “We heard him say he would destroy the temple and rebuild it in three days”. Caiaphas looked happy, extremely. He look back at me and asked “Well, aren’t you going to answer these charges? What do you have to say for yourself?”, still I said nothing. “I demand in the name of the living God—tell us if you are the Messiah, the Son of God”. How ironic, he knew about my father, he had heard about him, read about him, talked about him, but he didn’t know him personally, because if he did he would know about me. “You have said it. And in the future you will see the Son of Man seated in the place of power at God’s right hand and coming on the clouds of heaven”. That was the final straw for him and I knew it. He was absolutely livid. He tore at his clothes. “Blasphemy! Why do we need other witnesses? You have all heard his blasphemy, what is your verdict?” I looked at him, I already knew my verdict. I knew it long before he was even a thought in his mother and fathers mind, talk less of being in his mother’s womb, but still I said nothing. “Guilty! He deserves to die!” was the verdict the crowd gave on my behalf. Some of them spat at me, and some even punched me with their fists and mocked me. My heart, one with the Father’s and the Holy Sprit’s asked for forgiveness on their behalf, because they didn’t know what they where doing.
On the hard gravel floor, I lay, with the cross on my back, tormenting my fresh wounds, in the agonising sun, simply unable to stand. “Stand up!” I heard someone say. I tried, o how I tried. When the soldiers saw I just couldn’t stand up, they grabbed a man from the crowd, a Cyrene to carry it for me. I looked into his eyes, it was Simon, and he was another of mine. Love welled up in my heart as I look upon Simon, another who had lost his aura. Simon picked up the cross on his own back, and the soldiers pulled me up.
I walked very slowly next to Simon the roar of the crowd that followed us was almost deafening. The journey was not much longer now. Simon looked at me. I could see the weight and the discomfort of the cross on his back. I reached out and touched him “I love you Simon, thank you for carrying my cross”. Simon smiled and we continued to walk. Soon we reached Golgotha, the place of the skull. It had this name because it looked like a skull. Simon put down the cross, and stepped back.

Soooo, what did you think?????

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