ThoughtsInTots

 We made choices And the choices made us We merged and became one Time drifted Yet stood still It paused in juvenile leaps   And then magic happened  You became mine And I ...yours

 There are two drunkards walking on the street behind my window.  They're teasing eachother about who is drunker.  One suggested they say "Gapoha" to test the level of drunkenness.  One did...the other in saying it choked on the "Ga....." and the debate was settled. 

 When you find your way home In gladness will I receive your return  For you have been gone for long My mind may forget you But my body knows you by name By smell, by touch When you find your way home  Wholeheartedly will our embraces be Like a lost friend, like a lost love Surrendering to you as it should As it has always wanted No rush No hurry  Gentle strokes On that blank canvas  Hold the brush Dip in wet paint Top to down Left to right Let me be your endless art piece! Etsy.com

 Father Matthew smiled as he saw me emerge from the small gathering. We were all clad in white robes with strings as fasteners around our waists. The robes, our skin, his skin, yes his albino skin together with the red earth gave such a contrasting yet intriguing detail .  I stood at the shallow end of the stream which served as the source of water to the entire village. I was one of the new converts and the last to be baptised. They said i had to die and resurrect three times to complete the rite.  "Are you anxious my child?" Father inquired. "Yes I am" , I gently whispered.  📸: Etsy.com  Father Mathew slightly nodded and smiled. "It will be over soon and that anxiety will be replaced with joy".He added. One hand on my back, the other on my forehead.  Eyes closed, heart pounding. Then...I heard it! It was clear and sharp! An unmistakable voice!! It resided in my head, only in mine. This message wasn't like the others, it wasn't a suggestion. It w

 The large white ships arrived, They saw how the black sea sand glistened  They drooled over wanting to feel, to possess, to devour. But they knew their feet were not designed for such sand  So they waited... They waited and saw how the people of black sea sand fought among themselves.  Fought over what should have united them to drive the large white ships away. They fought over food, language,dominance among all non.sense lots. The large white ships arrived  They saw how the black sea sand glistened before, Now it was pale as its colour faded underneath brotherly blood. They drooled knowing they could feel, possess and devour. Knowing their feet could now control the design of such sand, They waited no more.

 I was listening to a radio program in the taxi I joined this afternoon.  The program was centered on "Spilling truth about something you lied about in the past" One man's story left me dumbfounded..... He narrates how his two sisters in law gave birth at the same time in the same hospital.  He was asked by his brothers to deliver food to their wives. He got there and found both mothers asleep by their babies in the cot beside their beds. Then an idea occurred to him... He swapped the babies and when he decided to swap them back to their rightful cots, an aunt entered.  Out of fear, he left the hospital.  Two years later, the baby girls have grown with different parents with "Mr.Swapper" still living with them in the same house. An issue popped up with one family, one thing led to another and DNA got inside..because the two fathers are actually half-brothers, what happened eventually happened. Court case came in, divorce looming,broken home in the process with M