Finding Love: A Journey of Serendipity...

 

In the bustling city of Jos, where dreams and destiny intertwined, two souls were about to embark on a remarkable journey of love. 

Joy, a talented writer with a heart full of wanderlust and rainbows and colors, had recently moved to the city to pursue her dreams. She found solace in capturing the beauty of the streets of Jos with her pen. 

 

One sunny afternoon, Joy decided to explore a local art gallery. As she strolled through the enchanting exhibits with her sisters, her eyes were drawn to a captivating painting. The vibrant colors and intricate brushstrokes spoke to her soul, leaving her mesmerized. There was something about the painting that felt like coming home. 

 

Unbeknownst to Joy, the artist behind the masterpiece, Gabriel, an architect who in his free time paints, happened to be nearby. Gabriel is a passionate person by nature and has dedicated his free time to capturing fleeting moments of beauty. He was instantly captivated by Joy's radiant smile as she marveled at his artwork and he knew he had to capture that moment. 

 

Curiosity got the best of him, and he approached Joy with a charming smile. "I'm glad you appreciate my art," he said, his voice filled with warmth. Joy blushed, feeling an immediate connection. It is like walking in a crowded street and by chance two eyes lock and you get that feeling down your spine that feels like you've known this person all your life when in fact you are just meeting them for the first time. unable to find the right words to respond, all Joy could do was blush. 

 

Joy is by nature a shy and very reserved person but Gabriel made talking easy, so they engaged in a delightful conversation, they discovered a shared love for art, beauty, and a deep desire to explore the world. Joy admired Gabriel's adventurous spirit, while he was captivated by her infectious enthusiasm. 

 

Time seemed to stand still as they talked, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment.

Days turned into weeks, and Joy and Gabriel's bond continued to blossom. They explored the hidden gems of Plateau together, wandering through cobblestone streets, sipping coffee at quaint cafes, and reveling in the city's vibrant culture. Every shared adventure brought them closer, intertwining their lives in ways they could have never predicted.

 

One evening, as the sun set over the city, Joy and Gabriel found themselves atop a hill overlooking twinkling lights in Plateau State. The air crackled with anticipation as they stood side by side, their hearts racing with unspoken emotions.

With trembling hands, Gabriel reached into his pocket and produced a photograph of Joy, the one he took the very first time he laid eyes on her. 

 

"Joy, I've been wanting to tell you something," he began, his voice filled with vulnerability. "From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew there was something extraordinary about our connection. You've awakened a part of me I didn't know existed."

Joy's eyes shimmered with tears of joy as she listened to Gabriel's heartfelt confession. 

 

"Gabriel," she whispered, her voice quivering with emotion, "you've brought so much light into my life. I never thought I'd find someone who understands me so deeply." With trembling hands, Joy presented him with a book filled with intricate stories of their shared moments. "These are glimpses of the love and happiness you've brought into my life," she said, her voice filled with adoration.

 

Tears welled up in Gabriel's eyes as he flipped through the pages, his heart overflowing with gratitude. At that moment, they realized that love had found them in the most unexpected place, and their journey together was only just beginning.

 

As their love continued to flourish, Joy and Gabriel embarked on countless adventures, both within Jos and beyond. They traveled to far-off lands, capturing breathtaking landscapes and sharing their passion for art. 

 

P.S

Love has a mysterious way of finding us when we least expect it. From the initial spark to the blossoming of a deep and meaningful relationship, may love find you as you journey through life.

A LETTER TO MY UNBORN DAUGHTER

Dear sweet Kristine,
You’re not even born yet but I have mapped out every bit of my wandering heart and I have chosen you a name already. Mom’s words are her bond. A very long time ago, I made a promise to a dear friend named Christopher. I promised I was going to name my little girl or boy after him but here I am, yearning for a Christine with a K.

I’m not sure how my letter series will meet you: as a little kid with a lot of beauty and wonder in her eyes, or a teenager full of questions and mischief, or as a young lady with the world at her feet. One thing I do know is: I will love you until forever ends.

As a kid with a lot of beauty and wonder and innocence in your eyes, I will rock, kiss and cuddle you to sleep. Tell you my favorite bed time story (how I met dad), sing you lullaby’s (I promise, my voice is positively awful). The song is going to be so out of tune, but it’s going to be our song.
I will keep you safe and hold out the tissue as you learn to blow out your little nose. I will drop you off at school every single day and fight back the tears as I cry my way to work. I will frame up your first painting/drawing, hang it on the wall in the sitting room, in the study and in my office and I will call it ART.

As a teenager full of questions and mischief, I will be patient with you as my mom was with me and when you try to play a new trick so I would give in to your whims; I will lean in close and say: ‘Sweetie, I invented that trick and every other trick you can think of so no, it ain’t working’.
And when you are stuck and not sure what career path to choose between a Pilot and a Writer (Oh you’re going to be creative alright, it’s in our DNA), I’m going to lean in close and say: ‘Who says you can’t be both’? But I wouldn’t want you to be any of those things if that is not what you want. You can be anything dear sweet little girl but for the love of mom, don’t be an actress (I could never tell when they are acting and when their mask is off. Some of those people spend their entire life living a lie). So be anything dear child but an actress.
And I’m going to be best friends with your friends and stick my nose in your conversations from time to time (I’m so nosy) and if you feel embarrassed by me and think I’m not so cool, oh well; you are just going to have to be patient with me. You see, I have never had a teenage daughter before.
And when you are 18 and at the university and I keep showing up with lunch and all your friends think I’m psycho and weird, again you are going to have to be patient with me; I have never had a grown up daughter who left home.

And as a young lady with the world at your feet, we are going to talk about all the men making passes at you and we will laugh at their dry jokes. You are going to be left brained like you momma and do you know what that means? It means you get to be smart, intelligent, objective, logical and analytical but unlike mom; you are going to be a lot more fun to be with.
You should know that as a young lady, things will not always go your way, you are going to miss your childhood days when it was all just pure fun and not everyone is going to like you (that’s something momma knows all too well) but I wouldn’t want you to worry your pretty little head because I got you.
And when you are faced with the dilemma of choosing a life partner and you are acting all grown up, you are and always will be my little girl. And when you walk up to me and say: mom I know what you think as my mother but I would like to know what you think of him as my friend… and I will hug you real tight as I fight back the tears and say: ‘Sweetie, choosing a life partner is a decision you alone will have to make. As much as I would love to commandeer you, I think you are old enough to make your own choices’.

Dear Kristine, days like this make me weary. I have so much love inside of me that I cannot wait to meet you. I want to tell you crazy stories about my childhood and sew matching outfits with you. Because you are going to be my princess and daddy’s little angel, I’m going to work so incredibly hard to ensure that your life begins and end in a castle. That I promise.
With love beyond words…
Mom.
© Joy Anzzy Isa
P.S
I hate letter writing; I’ve never been a fan. So please, forgive these hapless little lines; they are not to blame.
#MyLetterSeries

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FADING FACES

People fade
their faces a blur
their voices an echo

like everything else we cease to miss them
we do but the feelings don't run deep like they once did
like everyone else I'm having a hard time remembering you face

The sound of your voice
the way you move
and talk

they will all fade eventually
but the memories we share
is the one thing that won't...

Like a bullet proof vest i have worn mine
like a shield I'm holding mine close to my chest
hold on to yours...

HAPPINESS

Sitting at a corner café

Enjoying my perfect day

Sipping an exquisite fruit fresh

While reading the novel “Stand by me”

Seated across of me

A beguiling muse

With the rainbow in his eyes

And the day’s newspaper at hand…reading

Noticing him noticing me

He makes me think of straight lines and sky blue

Even if I could

I wouldn’t ask for anything more…

This right here is what happiness looks like.

NOT GOOD FOR ME

NOT GOOD FOR ME…

Too good to be true

Your light burns too bright

Your world moves too fast

Your company is mesmerizing

Your presence so overwhelming

Your candor so refreshing

I cling to your every word like a life saver

I do as you say no questions asked

Love speeds up time when you are around

My walls tall and painted blue

Like shimmering glue

You are tearing it down

My good my bad you take them all

I’m enchanted by you

And that’s how I know

You are not good for me.

WOMANITY

              WOMANITY

She was called the mother of all nations
A beauty queen of her time
The hope of the future
The light at the end of a dark tunnel
She was an embodiment of wisdom
A home and a nation builder she was

From head to toe reveals the perfect job of the creator in her
She was the mother of kings and queens
Although man was made to be her crown
Without her men are incomplete

But as the beginning of the end of days approaches
Cries without tears
Bleeding hearts
A mistress of deception
Placards with expressions of disappointment
Displaced the hails of her glory

She lost her honorable name to agodless world
The queen becomes "Every"
Her vessel becomes many vessels to strange men
Who have interest in nothing but her exposed contours
And the skimpy dress she wears

What happened to her former glory
What happened to her integrity and decency
When did her figure 8 becomes a trademark for iniquity
Will she continue in this lifestyle of godless abominable acts of corrupted womanity?

High atop the steps of film house cinema in ShopRite surulere Lagos a younger version of herself laughed and called down to her. “Grace, hurry up! I knew you couldn’t keep up!” her smile was magic.

     She struggled to keep up but her legs felt like stone. “Wait”, she begged, “please…”

     As she climbed, her vision began to blur. There was a thundering in her ears. I must reach her but when she looked up again, the little girl had disappeared.

     She was trapped in the nightmare again, she stood in the middle of the vast room imprisoned by walls so distant they might have been miles away. There was nothing but the pounding of her own heart. She was not quite sure how she got there… she was at the film house cinema trying to keep up with the little girl and the next minute she was in her step father’s house; in her old bedroom.

     Suddenly she knew what she had to do, save the little girl. With great effort she turned, her legs felt weighted, her pulse hammered as she listened for a sound… a whisper… a stirring somewhere.

     Unexpectedly, a dim, pulsating light appeared in the opposite corner of the house, she saw her then. Her body, clad only in a night dress, was flung across the bed like a broken doll, discarded and forgotten. “Grace, kiddo” She lunged forward but found herself frozen in place, like an ice statue. Again she screamed her name, straining towards her lifeless body but she was paralyzed, unable to move.

     Finally she broke free, stumbling towards grace, crying her name over and over again, in a desperate litany. She moved with maddening slowness, felt the floor grasping, sucking at her feet, threatening to pull her down. Her every move was labored. She strained, her heart thundering, her chest burning with the effort.

     The horror deepened, seizing her mind, threatening her sanity, as she saw grace body suddenly jerk. Stunned, she watched her lift herself up with agonizing effort, then turn around and at that instant, their eyes locked. The little girl opened her mouth and began to scream, a terrible echoing that pierced the last vestige of her sanity “God… help me, help me”. But the abuse to her innocence, pride, girlhood was total, brutal and devastating. #Onceuponafamily...