Author - idolor

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Flip flop
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My tourist attractions
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House plans
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Far from home
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In unfamiliar territory
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My life between the pages
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This came in the mail last night
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Fandom
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Sweet love, hear me calling out your name
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You are not welcome here

Flip flop

Before now, I was quite staunch in my resolve about premarital sex; don’t be a louse, wait for your spouse. Not anymore. Why did I have a change of heart? The years crept up on me and I grew in my experience and knowledge of the specie known as humans. Not everyone is alike. Obviously. Different upbringing, exposure, life experiences, human relations, etc have various effects on humans, thus informing varied decisions on life’s issues. And different makes the world go around. How boring if we all have the same views about pre- marital sex! Besides, if God who instructed on the abstinence clause has provisions for those who do not adhere to it, who the heck am I to hold people to ransom?

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My tourist attractions

In a foreign land, no one thing (food, architecture, culture, weather, people) holds absolute appeal for me. The combination of everything new and unexplored makes the visit memorable and worth writing about. On a recent and first trip to Kigali, everything different from what I was accustomed to added its own thrill to the experience. Their food and spices. Their greenery and building art which I couldn’t quite get enough of. Or was it their dress sense and the way the female folk carried their afro/natural styles? The landscape had me stepping more than I usually would on the accelerator, and giving me driving lessons all over again. Then there was the weather that was right up my alley. And how can I forget twisting my tongue to learn everyday phrases in Kinyarwanda? The cocktail of attractions do it for me; not just a single one.        

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Far from home

I fell ill. Fever- shaking, temperature – rising, nauseous- feeling ill. The change of environment did me in. The unfamiliar whiff of air clashed with my home – conditioned lungs, and turned my overly sensitive insides out into body – weakening illness. All because I ventured far away from home. My first trip away as an adult and my body wasn’t taking the change well. Initially. It needed time to adjust. And adjust it did because that trip marked the beginning of many more. For professional and personal purposes. The farthest I’ve been away from home has been to another continent. During its rainy and cold season. Weather conditions aside, the 15 – day stay was filled with shopping, train rides, sight- seeing, people -watching, cuisine – sampling and basically having a fun vacation. I hope to go farther down the globe soon. Australia, Canada come to mind.

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In unfamiliar territory

If there’s one thing I loathe to do Is to write a verse or two   Constrained to rhythm, line and time Hoping, somehow, the words do rhyme   Poetry is no walk in the mart Because I wonder, where do I start?   Give me a story, a prose piece any day And I’m in my element, scribbling away   Creating twists and plots and scenes Of characters happy, simple or mean   Alas, today’s not for free-flowing prose I must write a poem, and boy, I froze!   But here I am, 12 verses later Mission accomplished, no feeling can be greater.  

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My life between the pages

  Any British writer would do. Preferably one of my choosing. The top contenders would be: Helen Fielding J. K Rowling Even dead authors would make the list: Samuel Johnson Oscar Wilde William Shakespeare For their scathing wit, humour and pristine English Language, I’d like a British author to write my biography.

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This came in the mail last night

Dear Idolor, We have been following your work on your blog and Facebook page, and thoroughly enjoy your writing style and humour. Your ability to paint vivid images with words and invoke memories that strike the right chord are just right. The combination of these and your wit about everyday living bring a delightful reading experience with each post. Not to mention the message you weave into your articles – subtle and not- so- subtle. We would like to request that you be a regular contributor to our blog, as we are certain your topics and takes will resonate with our community of increasing readers. We understand you have several commitments and responsibilities, and would appreciate if you gave our request adequate consideration.   Regards N. O. Fiovwe Editor-in-Chief, SassySistersMagOnline.com   I wish!   photo credit: pinterest.com  

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Fandom

‘Move, for goodness’ sake!’ She heard him explode suddenly, loudly. ‘Play the ball. Where…where are you going with it? Pass it. Pass it oh!’ She could picture his body, half- raised from the couch, following his outburst, tense with anticipation, blue jersey heaving under his chest. ‘Keep playing like this, and they’d beat you people 13 – 0. ‘ This was one time he was dangerous to be around. When his football team was playing… and not doing it well either. It had been like this for the past 30 minutes. Stretches of silence, then unexpected outbursts, lambasting the team before a running commentary of their performance (or lack thereof). She could only imagine the adrenaline and sweat he’d worked up in the last half an hour. All for a match that had little or no bearing to his life – physically, morally, psychologically or financially. What a waste! She was yet to see the essence of being an avid fan of anything that had no benefits to one’s wellbeing. Football, none the less. Fandom paid nothing to the fans, and everything to the stars. She sighed, lapping up the beginning of the cycle as silence descended once again. She[…]

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Sweet love, hear me calling out your name

Naji had been waiting patiently for the past 30 minutes. The room seemed to get more crowded with every passing second, and it was almost 3.a.m. Apparently, more people were familiar with Tayo than she had thought. Success, indeed, had many friends. But she had no doubt that amongst those offering their congratulations were those seething with anger, envy, disdain and every other malicious emotion at his victory. The sound of the mixed tape of their favourite R’n’B songs was drowned by human noise. It was 10 more minutes before the crowd began to thin out. In trickles, they left. In twos. In threes. In groups of five and seven. The smile on Tayo’s face must have begun to hurt (his back sore from constant slapping upon) but he kept it plastered on until he shut the door behind the very last person. ‘Finally.’ He sighed deeply, walking toward her. ‘Babe, I’m so sorry.’ He enveloped her slim frame with his embrace. ‘Don’t be.’ She snuggled into his rock-hard chest. ‘I didn’t mind. And there was nothing you could do about it.’ From across the room amidst the attention and crowd, his eyes had always found hers every now and[…]

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You are not welcome here

I haven’t given any thought to someone or a group of persons who I’d rather they weren’t reading my blog. For goodness’ sake, I’m blogging to be read by all who can relate to my posts, or find them interesting or engaging enough, or can learn a thing or two from my experience. I’m blogging to form a community of like (and unlike) minds that can constantly constructively debate the issues I raise. But if there’s one person I wouldn’t want reading my blog, then I am yet to settle on a name or a profile.   photo credit: mid-day.com  

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