Obiechina Rossi Onyeka

Tonight as others slept
I sat on the beach of elegushi and gazed at the sea
The sea started where the sky drifted
Unfolding the hills of thick moist
The water run wild, dancing like an excited child
I felt this vibration, Which for me was like 
The pulse, the current, the flowing of stream, wild dreams of freedom
And the caress of love on my skin
These are secrets only love knows
The wave was close enough that as they broke
Drops of spray ran down my face
I said to the sea
"go ahead. Show me now the things u wish to show me"
Low and behold
I saw this creature
A creature formed out of love and beauty
She was the same with the waters
Her eyes were as blue as the sea
As She crawls out of the sea
She starred at me and gave out a sharp whisper
For that moment I felt hypnotized

Damian The Merman

***The Putrid Marshland of a mind***

I noticed that that the lady looked at me and mom in a manner that I really do not understand. This caused a great thirst in me to invade her mind. And when I did, it turned out that it was even more ugly than her choice of color. Of a fact, her mind was just like a putrid marshland tended by no magic fertilizer. I felt like doing or saying something harsh to her.

She was saying In her mind that mom was a whore who went on a pandering spree in a foreign land only to return home with a child as a souvenir.

"Hmm... No wonder, I said it, the way she is behaving and showing off at the office, hmm... She is all these girls that must have gone to do prostitution in Italy. Hahaha, see her oyibo son, this must be her award that she returned with. Well, she is lucky, many of her collaborators come home with HIV/AIDS. I pity for Mr. Onyeka, that ludicrous and preposterous manager who could not pick a girlfriend from staff since ass these while, it is now that she just resumed that he will start chasing her, God should her she will give HIV. Stupid man."

When I heard this from her thoughts I felt like pulling her by the head, drag her down and make her apologize to mom. But she was quite lucky that we were all in a public place.

"Hmm, he is very handsome o, see his fine eyes, and blond hair. And who is the beautiful girl with him?"

"Oh, this is Cynthia, my Son's friend, she is cute, right? Well, I know, her beauty is very apparent."

So my mom said. Well, my mom was right, Cynthia is a beauty to behold. A very beautiful queen she is. Cynthia blushed when mom said this.

"Hmm, like mother like son, he had already started taking after her step. Now she is allowing him to take somebody's daughter out on a night date, im sure that after here she will allow her son to make love to this poor innocent girl."

So she said in her smelly rotten mind before speaking out;

She is such a hypocrite, she will say something else in her mind and say another outwardly. Really, the boulevard of her mind is like a putrid and rotten smelly Marshland to me

We were there and with me thinking of what I could do to inflict pain on that lady when a waiter came with a tray of fish pepper soup and three bottles of malt and a carton of Hollandia yogurt came and saved her from my thoughts. He placed them go our table in such a classic style. The waiter wore black plain trousers and a red Polo which he tucked into the black plain trouser, he went out with his trey and opener after he had uncocked the bottles.

Chapter 78: The Purtid Marshland