It’s Been A While (Probed RECAP and MORE!!!)

Hello July!!!

*breathes in deeply*

It’s good to be BACK!

I haven’t posted anything ALL YEAR!!! I took six good months into the year off, risking losing my tiny fan base, but I needed it. A creative mind can implode, especially if your creativity is something you use in your work life. I didn’t want to implode, but I did anyway. Without giving excuses like I always do (since from all I’ve given so far you can deduce that I’ve been up to a lot) to give you new content!!!

It’s been quite an eventful year so far, and I’ve got a lot more lined up… all I want to do is either be a kid again, or make enough money to employ a personal assistant.

We have no choice but to strive for the other option because unfortunately, time cannot be reversed.

To whatever is left of my fan base, get ready for quite a lot. I would not only put up the third chapter of my upcoming novel “Bounds” (I held up on getting votes, but I’m thinking of starting again from where I left off).

You’re also get a sneak peek into something quite new, but it’s not going to be out anytime soon. Just anticipate!

Anticipate more shorts about Greg and Thelma (Black Coffee and Mocha), as well as more song-inspired stories, as well as more short stories and poems.


I’m pretty sure you all will be asking…

“Where is Probed?”

Well… probed is back… shorter, but back.

Shorter… because of our dwindling attention span and my dwindling free time.

But before you delve into the next chapter, a quick recap on what has happened so far. It’s been quite a while so I know you’ve forgotten most of what happened, so I’ll put in briefs (not the underwear) to refresh your memory.

Thanks for your patience and support. I hope you still read.

I love you guys a whole lot… even those who only read and don’t comment.


The story “probed” gives us a focus into the lives of five youngsters between the ages of 8 to 21 with extraordinary abilities living with a wealthy lawyer and his wife in Lagos.  They are not born with these abilities, but their family knew about them anyway. Through connections they were able to get them into school even though they had no past records. It took a while fitting in, but they adjust after a while and begin to make friends and soon, Muyiwa leaves for university where he meets his roommate who becomes his best friend. His new friend Michael takes him out to a house party, where he meets a girl named Ronke who studies one of the courses under his department. They got talking and decided to take a walk on the street outside the house when Ronke’s ex-boyfriend came running at them with his car under the influence of alcohol. Muyiwa envelops her body with his and ends up taking the hit, causing fatality to the car due to his super strength. Bewildered by the turn out of events, Ronke takes off in fright and Muyiwa is left wondering how to handle the accidental exposure of his special abilities to an outsider. He decides to go home for the weekend to get advice from his siblings, who help out with advice even though they were paranoid about the implications of Ronke knowing. When he went back to school Ronke requested they meet up, and she assured him that she was going to keep his secret, and that was the start of a beautiful friendship.

Mustapha on the other hand had girl issues to deal with in school; a senior student whose advances he had turned down was still bent on getting close to him. Being granted super speed, he wasn’t ready to slow down for anyone, especially those who seemed so clingy like the young girl Sade. His older sister Nneka was also wrestling with her ability to draw men in (termed the naiad complex) and her crush on her schoolmate, which led to a new discovery about herself.

Soon we got a sneak peek into the past lives of the children, how they got their abilities and their experience at the facility and how they met the lawyer Richard Ogunbade and his wife Lillian.

Mustapha planned to ask Ronke out while Nneka had agreed to date her crush Folarin, but Mustapha could still not phantom the concept of emotion. Sade was still determined to be close to him and even though he didn’t like her, he had decided not to be as mean as he used to be to her.

When Christmas came the Ogunbades decided to spend their first holiday together by taking a trip, strengthening their family bond further alongside friendships. And just when they felt nothing could go wrong, Richard found himself in a dangerous situation relating to work that threatened Muyiwa and Ronke’s relationship, even though it was hard for both of them to break up with each other at first. But soon Ronke finds herself in a compromising situation that led to them splitting up, though for a short while. Muyiwa went to his siblings for comfort, and the day he went home they discovered that their neighbor’s son had been kidnapped. In the absence of their mother, the children were able to convince their father to let them go rescue the young boy Julian, but reported themselves to their mother when she came back from her trip. While still at home on vacation, Muyiwa gets a call from Michael that Ronke had been hospitalized and this prompted them to get back together, and him revealing to her the real details on how he got his abilities, even though Ronke found it hard to take in at first.

Muyiwa was having his first birthday with the family, and all the other siblings were asked to bring a guest each for a house party, with another party planned with his friends in school. The day before the party was nowhere close to being as eventful as the day of the party itself, although someone came to ruin it in the end.

Chapter thirty picks up from where the recap left, so enjoy!!!




Black Coffee and Mocha: Cerebrum Blues

Greg is a dark-skinned, philosophical model who is the perfect gentleman… every naïve girl’s worst nightmare. Thelma is an ambitious bad-ass combining school with running her own bistro… every unserious guy’s worst nightmare. Together they form a dynamic duo never failing to get caught up in one adventure or the other… especially when they don’t even try!!!

This chapter is specially dedicated to Tega Oteve because it’s her birthday today… much love darling!!! Please check out her blog… you’re missing out on a lot if you’re not already. Enjoy!!!

The piece is inspired by a funny video up a friend shared with me. i think it was made by a guy named @mfon_umoh on instagram.

Another Chapter of Probed is up!!! It’s short but necessary for the next chapter to come that it ended that way.


Greg let out a fake grin at his date. It hurt his head making conversation with a girl with no brains, but he knew how to stay afloat with a word or two. Usually Thelma didn’t even let him hook up with such girls so he was out of practice but since she was away for the weekend, he was free to do whatever he wanted… especially when it involved girls which rich dark skin like he had— they weren’t so easy to find where he stayed.

“They’d probably think we’re brother and sister.” Greg joked as his date smiled back at him. He hated starting conversation when there was nothing to say.

What kind of one-liner was that? He ruined it before anything had even started— he was pretty sure of it.

His date ignored his quip and flipped her weave. “If you take me somewhere else, I’ll pretend you didn’t just say that.”

Greg let out a nervous chuckle. There was still home. “Okay… do you have any place in mind?”

His date’s mischievous face looked totally out of place with the grin she had on.

“Your apartment would be nice.”


“Greg… I promise you’re gonna have a great time.”

Greg chuckled, but not nervously this time. Her hands wrapped around his waist from behind as she pressed her frame tightly on his.

“I intend to.”

“And you don’t need to be extra careful… I’m clean.”

“Errr…” he usually got uncomfortable with girls that needed to justify their history, asides the struggle to believe if they were actually telling the truth.

“Yeah I am… no gonorrhea, cerebrum or whatever.”

“What?” Greg found himself slowly disentangling from her grip. “Did you just say… cerebrum?”

His date (her couldn’t remember her name, but at this rate he didn’t have to feel bad about that) nodded slowly. “Yeah… I’m cerebrum free— my doctor confirmed it last week.”

“Oh my days.”

“Well… not my doctor exactly… but it was some guy I hooked up with, and he said he was a doctor— he even wore a white coat and everything.”

Greg moved towards the nearest seat and plopped on it. This was too much to take standing. His date took it as a cue to switch to story-mode.

“You don’t know how relieved I was to hear that.” she said, wiping an imaginary sweat off her brow for emphasis. “I mean, I can’t afford surgery… I’m still struggling to pay my tuition and all that. Who knows how long I’d have to live with it before I get treatment… maybe if I had a rich husband who could afford to help out and wouldn’t mind marrying me with the cerebrum then it wouldn’t be so bad… don’t you agree?”

“I think you should go confirm with another doctor before you start making plans.” Greg said with a sigh. “Besides, I have a cerebrum, so I think we shouldn’t do this.”

His date gasped in shock and picked up her purse, slamming the door behind her as she left. Greg sunk deeper into the couch, cursing under his breath.

“This is all Thelma’s fault!!!” he cried out with a groan. “She’s turning me into a sapiosexual.”

But even with that, he couldn’t wait to tell her his ordeal.

She was going to have a laughing fit… and tell Ivy.

He’d be hearing about this for months.





*A sapiosexual is someone who is attracted to intelligent people.

Black Coffee and Mocha: Serial Killer or Something Else?

Greg is a dark-skinned, philosophical model who is the perfect gentleman… every naïve girl’s worst nightmare. Thelma is an ambitious bad-ass combining school with running her own bistro… every unserious guy’s worst nightmare. Together they form a dynamic duo never failing to get caught up in one adventure or the other… especially when they don’t even try!!!

Another chapter of Black Coffee and Mocha is up… longer than the usual though. It was a weird inspiration piece, but yeah… I don’t give off details. I hope you enjoy this and as always, Big shout out to Tega Oteve for her support on this… much love!!!





“This would have been a whole lot better if Ivy came along.” Greg muttered as they walked out of their apartment building. “We don’t even have a game plan.”

“Says who?” Thelma said, rolling her eyes (courtesy of hanging around Ivy too long). “You’d slip into the seat right behind mine and eavesdrop on our conversation. Make sure you scan his features when you walk in okay?”

“That plan is fifty shades of wrong my friend.” Greg said with a grunt. “And just to show you it’s not completely wrong, we’ll leave the elements in there.”

“Will we get arrested?”

“Of course not Thelma.”

“Okay then… what do I have to do?”

“Nothing… except me, of course.” Greg said with a sly grin, and Thelma shoved him like she was angry.

“Okay… for real… what’s the plan?”


Thelma walked into the coffee shop nervously. It was a serene place with plus leather armchairs and loveseats, with a setup that made it look like a lounge for coffee and intellects (no surprising, since they named the place “the coffee lounge”). This was her favorite place to unwind when she wanted to get away from everyone, so she didn’t understand why she told the guy to meet her here on their first date.

Only Greg knew about her favorite spot, so he didn’t understand her choice either. “You may end up changing spots… because the last thing you’d want is to have some guy that couldn’t get over you not wanting more than one date hanging around there like some pathetic sop, only to see you there and come in embarrassing you with some poem he wrote about you not picking up his calls anymore.”

She bit her lip thoughtfully. She hadn’t thought about that before, and one could trust Greg to rub in some annoying facts. Shaking the image of her best friend with a triumphant smirk on, she ran her hands through her hair and tightened her grip on her handbag while she searched for a suitable spot. She found one close to the window, with two arm chairs with an end table between them. The coffee lounge was usually packed during the weekdays, filled with students from the nearby community college and workers who wanted their morning coffee before work or a sandwich during their afternoon break.

She settled on one of the armchairs and let out a big sigh. She was not worried about she looked— she didn’t need anyone to tell her she always looked amazing, but Greg had made it his point of duty to do so for free— but she was concerned about what her mischievous best friend had up his sleeve. Her eyes strayed to the entrance as it opened, and her breath hitched a notch.

Her date was here

Tall, handsome and well sculpted, just like the day they met… with the sleeves of his loose cotton shirt rolled to the elbows. Thelma exhaled a little loud for her own ears. She decided to pretend she hadn’t seen him yet, but then his eyes met hers and he waved. She waved back, trying her best not to grin.

“Hey Thelma.”

She was getting dizzy from staring at him up close. He sat down and apologized for being a little late, and all she did was nod because she was busy trying to remember how she had met her date. Nothing came up— she met lots of people almost every day. Suddenly a text came in and Greg’s name flashed on her screen.

“One minute please… it’s important.” She said, giving him an apologetic smile before tapping on the text.

“He’s definitely a serial killer… I should be in soon.”

Thelma resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She turned to focus on her date and they fell right into conversation.


Greg tucked his phone back into his pocket— he didn’t expect Thelma to reply, as they would have gone back and forth and completely forgotten she was on a date. He didn’t think she really needed him to be there, so he was contemplating on leaving when he saw her.

Or rather, she saw him.

Those long legs and olive skin… they were all too familiar, even as they were covered up by black leather knee high boots. She stopped in front of him and folded her arms.

“Fancy running into you here… Greg.”

“It’s nice to see you again, your highness.” Greg said with a smirk, mirroring her gesture.

“It’s Nancy… not surprised you don’t remember… considering how your girlfriend yanked you out of my car that night.”

He knew her features were too recent in her memory. Instead of widening his eyes in realization, he kept his smirk intact. “I wonder why you’d think you’re that easy to forget.”

Nancy eased into a smile, most likely buying into his comeback. “So… what are you doing here?”

“Came to get a sandwich… care to join me?”

Her only response was a smile.


Thelma’s impulsively looked at the entrance door again, not surprised to see Greg walking in with a date of his own, probably someone he bumped into on his way here. She didn’t want to look but the girl looked awfully familiar. She turned back to her date. He was engrossed in his description of his latest art project he didn’t seem to notice he had lost her for a few minutes.

“Are you dirty-minded?”

“What?” her date was obviously taken aback by her question.

“It is said that creative people are usually perverted to a degree…” Thelma said with a shrug.

“Wait… do you want to sleep with me?” her date asked, raising an eyebrow.

Thelma raised an eyebrow. “It was a simple question…”

Her date laughed and shrugged. “Time will tell… maybe you’d be able to tell after another date?”

Thelma could only flash a smile. Just then, her date began to frown. He got to his feet without speaking and walked to a table.

“Nancy! What the hell are you doing here?!”

Nancy chuckled without taking her eyes off Greg, who had become visibly uneasy. “I’m on a date John, what does it look like?”
John was about to speak, but Nancy rose to her feet and looked him in the eyes. “You have some nerve you know… getting angry seeing me with a guy when you’re out on a date yourself.”

John was unfazed. “You’re my little sister… and you keep getting yourself into trouble.”

Nancy scoffed. “Do you know how old I am?”

“You just turned eighteen this month.”

Greg’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say a word. This was getting good.

“You’ve had more trips to the hospital than girls twice your age.”

Nancy’s fists tightened. “Airing my dirty laundry in public, are you?”

“If it keeps you out of trouble then I don’t care.”

“Says the guy who does porn for a living.”

“Wait what?” Greg couldn’t stop himself from blurting out. Nancy and John gave him a look.

“Do you mind? Siblings are arguing over here.” Nancy said, flipping her weave.

“Porn is good for the health… I’m doing the general public a favor.”

“I don’t understand…”

Greg turned to exchange a look with his best friend, who had been standing right in front of John and Nancy the whole time they had been arguing.

“What’s healthy about porn?”

“Yes please, help us understand what is healthy about stuff that triggers the same chemical secretions that cause addiction?”

“Yes Thelma… talk nerdy to him.” Greg said with a snicker, and she gave him a look. John gave Thelma a disapproving nod.

“If anyone should understand what I mean, it should be this guy here… but apparently he doesn’t.”

“So you’re saying porn is only for men… that’s sexist you know.” Thelma said, putting her hands on her hips in disapproval.

“So you’re saying… you watch porn?!” Greg asked, staring at Thelma in disbelief.

“Shut up Greg… stop drifting off the point.”

“I know you… you’re that girl that pulled Greg from my car that night at the club! Aren’t you his girlfriend or something?”

“Shut up Nancy.”

John looked at Greg and Thelma in disbelief, and grabbed his sister by the wrist. “Let’s go Nancy.”

His little sister didn’t object. Thelma and Greg stood side by side and watched the two of them leave.

“I told you she’d make you scratch and sniff.” Thelma said, shaking her head.

“So you almost dated a porn star eh?” Greg said with a sly smile. “Would have been fun, you know.”

“He told me he was an actor.” Thelma said, slapping her forehead.

“He probably walks around visualizing everyone in a porn movie.”

“Shut up Greg.”

Black Coffee and Mocha: Ivy’s League?

Greg is a dark-skinned, philosophical model who is the perfect gentleman… every naïve girl’s worst nightmare. Thelma is an ambitious bad-ass combining school with running her own bistro… every unserious guy’s worst nightmare. Together they form a dynamic duo never failing to get caught up in one adventure or the other… especially when they don’t even try!!!

Another chapter of Black Coffee and Mocha is up… faster than I thought (maybe because it’s flash fiction or because the inspirations for this story still keep coming up with so much to write about… hahaha). Big shout out to Tega Oteve for her support on this… much love!!!





The familiar husky voice came out in a sort of a whisper from the speaker of her phone. Thelma rolled her eyes.

“Sweet… sweet… Thelma.”

“What do you want Greg?”

“Mood killer. I wanted to ask you what time my babysitting session is.”

“Babysitting session?”

Thelma raised her eyebrows even though he couldn’t see it.

“Yeah.. the date you asked me to accompany you on. That babysitting session.”

“Whatever. My date is 6pm.” Thelma said though gritted teeth, apparently in no mood to argue. “Why did you ask.”

“Well, I was just about to pop into the shower, and I intend to marinate in coconut oil afterwards. So I’ll be at your apartment by 6:30pm.”

“Why 6:30pm? I said 6!”

“I know… but its 3pm now and you girls need like eight hours to get the right outfit and do your makeup.”

“Why do you girls even like you? You’re so mean! Even Ivy is rolling her eyes here.”

“Wait… I’m on loudspeaker? And Ivy is there?! What’s up Ivy?!!”

You lost me on coconut oil.” Ivy said, rolling her eyes again.

“When I’m done with my shower I’ll be downstairs so you can help me put some on my back.”

“I’ll be gone before then” Ivy said wide-eyed. “Thelma can help with that in my place.”

“Thelma? She’d just scratch my back with her long nails, and not in the kinky way.”

“How do you cope with this guy?” Ivy said, shaking her head slowly.

“She loves me that way— for better, for worse… right Thelma?”

“I divorced you years ago… but you keep coming back.” Thelma answered with a laugh. “You’re just a gigolo.”

“No I’m not…”

“Yes you are… Isn’t that right Ivy?”

Before Ivy could answer Greg hung up, and there was a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it.” Ivy offered, opening the door to find herself standing in front of Greg, who had only a towel on, with a set of clothes hung over one arm and a bottle of coconut oil in his other hand. She stared at him, dumbfounded.

“Hey… you said you were leaving soon.” he said with a shrug. “I wasn’t gonna let you leave without saying goodbye. Just put your arms around me and maybe… just maybe I’ll forgive you for attempting to leave without seeing me.”

Thelma came up to the door, her hands on her hips. “Seriously? You came out of your apartment like this? You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time. Quit acting like this hasn’t happened before.”

“I was sparing you some dignity, for the sake of your reputation with Ivy.”

“Trust me Ivy, if you weren’t here it’d be an entirely different thing she’d be saying.” Greg said with a wink as he let himself in. “That’s the advantage of having a best friend like me living right upstairs.”

“Oh please… like anything would have happened if Ivy wasn’t here.” Thelma said, being the one to roll her eyes this time.

“Okay… this is getting awkward.” Ivy chipped in before Greg could speak any further. “You guys need a room… like pronto.”

“We’re in a room.” Thelma and Greg said at the same time.

“Okay, I’m leaving.”

Greg tossed the coconut oil to Thelma and grabbed Ivy by the waist with his now free hand. “Where do you think you’re going? I’ll be out of the shower real quick, so you and Thelma can take turns laying the coconut oil on me.”

Thelma looked at the bottle she had caught deftly, wishing it had dropped before she did and muttered under her breath. “He thinks he’s so slick.”

“We should have pulled off your towel and locked you out.” Ivy said with a groan, rolling her eyes as she struggled to break free.

“I love it when you do that.”

With that he pulled off his towel, revealing a pair of shorts underneath. Thelma burst into a fit of laughter.

“Seriously?” Ivy said in shock.

“I’d love to do a little tease here, but Thelma refuses to put up a pole in her living room. Maybe when I’m done with the shower I’ll put on a little show… that is, if you girls massage me with the oil well enough.”

The two girls didn’t say a word until they heard the water running and his voice from the bathroom.

“Thelma! Still got that soap I like?”

Ivy shook her head and looked at her friend. “Definitely a gigolo.”






Black Coffee and Mocha

Greg is a dark-skinned, philosophical model who is the perfect gentleman… every naïve girl’s worst nightmare. Thelma is an ambitious bad-ass combining school with running her own bistro… every unserious guy’s worst nightmare. Together they form a dynamic duo never failing to get caught up in one adventure or the other… especially when they don’t even try!!!



Fifteen Seconds.

He only had fifteen seconds left till she figured out where he was.

Other girls probably wouldn’t find him out at the back seat of some other girl’s car, but she knew how to fish him out— she was smart like that.

But this girl whose car he was in… she was something else. It had been quite a while since he came across her type; and she had such an innocent face too… right before they got into the car. She flashed him a mischievous grin and tugged hard at his shirt right before she… frowned.

Greg followed her eyes only to see his worst fears materialized into frantic tapping against the window of the car. He rolled his eyes and opened the car door.

“Where have you been? Who is she?” Thelma said, giving him a once over.

“Hey… Thelma.” Greg said nervously through gritted teeth. “Meet…”

He couldn’t remember her name. He didn’t even remember if they had even taken the time to introduce themselves. They probably didn’t, because she didn’t seem to be offended.

“Its Nancy. My name is Nancy.” She said, flipping her long human hair weave and giving Thelma a haughty look.

Thelma was unfazed. Her eyes were on Greg, who was feeling a little uncomfortable being in this kind of awkward situation.

“What?” he had to ask.

“Your fly’s down.” She said impassively. Greg quickly pulled up his zip and glared at her.

“You didn’t do anything with her… did you?”

“Just a little over-the-clothes action… nothing t—”

“We’re leaving.” Thelma said, holding up a palm to interrupt him. “I didn’t take you clubbing with me so you could hook up with Nancy.”

Greg raised an eyebrow at her.

“These heels are killing me, and my dress is too short for me to be standing in the night air.”

Greg heaved a big sigh and got out of the car without speaking. He turned to give a furious Nancy and apologetic look. “Call me.”

Nancy narrowed her eyes “I don’t even have your number!!!”

Before Greg could reply Thelma had dragged him all the way to his car.

“Heard from some guys back there that she’d make you scratch and sniff.” Thelma said with a chuckle before Greg could express his annoyance. He stared at her, dumbfounded from shock.

“You can thank me tomorrow… you’re going with me on a date.”

“On a date?” Greg said, as he opened the car for Thelma to get in.

“Yeah… I’m going on a date with some dude tomorrow. I need you to help me assess him in case he’s a serial killer or something.”


Blogspot Lovers can catch this new series Tega Otevwe’s Blog!!! Enjoy!!!



Mirror, Lady on the Wall…

Okay so I haven’t written probed in quite a while (I can explain… work first) but I refuse to stay irrelevant! I decided to share with you a dark piece I wrote quite a while back. I hope you like it!!!

It’s a combination of poetry and prose that talks about being depressed over something you wish you were or weren’t, or wanting something you feel you can’t have so badly it drives you to the state of madness. But remember that sometimes what we are or aren’t may be the only thing that has saved us from ourselves… or even that side you envy isn’t always as rosy as you’re made to believe. I mean, who would have believed that Robin Williams (RIP) who lit our screens and hearts would commit suicide out of depression? It broke my heart, and it still does… 



The mirror shows a bit of who I am

But in ways that are hard to describe

While it ought to display my physical features

It only projects a part of me.


When I look at the mirror-

It’s reflection not displaying what it should

It shows me something else

Something no other mirror could.


It shows a reflection of her-

A reflection of my alter ego:

With her long brown hair,

Her rosy skin and pink lips

And bright green eyes that seem to bore into my soul-

An image that sends shivers to my bones.


No one can see Olivia

For she is not really there

She’s merely a projection

Of everything I’ve always longed for

Just a reflection-

Of what I can never be.


The mirror is indeed a strange one-

Stranger than one can imagine.

It projects her sounds; as audible as if

She was standing next to me.

I can hear her cool, clear voice,

And her laughter that remains in my head

Even when we have to part.


I only smile when she does

And when we both touch the mirror-

I swear I feel her warmth.

But I know I’m just making things up

For Olivia is not real- she never was.




But I didn’t care about that. I pushed away my sanity just to find a sort of comfort that I couldn’t give myself. But I was a fool, for the relief that my aching heart desired ended as soon as I departed from the warmth of the mirror to the coldness of reality.

Olivia was my relief, but the mirror was my torture. The mirror was a barrier, a cold reminder that I could never be close to her. I could never do anything to prove how much I loved her. She haunted my dreams, and I fell deeper with each passing day.


One day I could not look her in the eye, and she asked me what was wrong.

I professed my love to her without a second thought. And for the first time, she didn’t put a smile on my face for she didn’t have a smile on hers.

She looked at me, her lips pressed in a thin line.

I should have given up at that moment. Olivia was beautiful, and I was nobody.

“I can never love you, for we are of two worlds.”

Tears rolled down my eyes as I resisted the urge to slam my fists on the glass. The mirror must not shatter; for I feared my heart  would do the same. I stood there trembling visibly, choking on my tears and her eyes swept over my image, taking in my pathetic sight.

“Olivia love is never wrong.”

She bit her lip. It was one of her nervous habits; one of the reasons I got attracted to her.


“I think you should let me go.” she said in a cold voice.

She could have given me a hot slap at the moment and the pain inflicted would have been less than what I felt on hearing those words. I was in so much pain that I soon became numb.

So many emotions raced in my head and pounded against my heart, but none of them registered in my being. Tears welled up in my eyes slowly as she appeared oblivious to the way I was feeling, though it was quite obvious.

“But Olivia…”

She shook her head, a non-verbal indication that I should stop speaking. Her wish was my command.

“I do not say this for my sake, but yours.”

On hearing this I begin to absorb all the emotions my heart had ignored all the while. The pain was unbearable, and soon it coursed through my veins in the form of anger.

“What do you mean this is for my sake? You’re my life!” I screamed at her.

“Without you…” I hang my head at this point. “I’m no better than a corpse.”


Olivia chuckled, and the sound sent a shiver down my spine. There was something different about it- something that seemed to generate fear in me. Olivia has always had the ability to radiate comfort with her actions in ways I could never explain. She never failed to expel every negative emotion in me. But this time her actions ironically reflected the sadness I seemed to be feeling (even though I knew she could never understand my pain- for she did not love me). It was as if she was absorbing my emotions and projecting them back at me.

I swallowed loudly, and the action seemed to hurt my throat. My chest felt constricted, and it was as if I couldn’t breathe.  I started to tremble violently.

“Olivia… ” I said her name in a voice I could barely recognize as my own.

She smiled at me, but in a sinister way that could only be identified on the face of a psychotic murderer who has a helpless victim in his mercy.

I clutched my chest as I spoke, my eyes pleading as I make a second attempt at expressing my feelings. “You’re the one that keeps me from going insane.”


“Did you say I keep you sane?” She asked haughtily, fixing her cold green eyes at me.

I nodded like an idiot, stupefied by the way her features seemed to distort into something dark and evil.

Just as my feelings had been projected in the mirror to form the lady I had grown to love, the mirror had projected my fear and uncertainty and transformed Olivia right before my very eyes. I fought aside this uncertainty and reached for the last ounce of courage in me. Maybe Olivia didn’t want me because of how pathetic I make myself to her. She would want someone bold and brave- something I wasn’t, but I could learn to be.


Just as I had embraced that resolve her rosy skin began to grow pale, and her features appeared rather gaunt.Her lips became blue and chapped, her full healthy hair began to fall off and I could see her scalp clearly from what was left. Her green eyes became dull and clouded, and her entire figure began to shrivel and shrink.

I was frozen on the spot; fear and shock overwhelming me.

But the worst was yet to come.


She bit her lips, and it drew blood.

I almost winced at the sight.

How can an action take a massive turn from attraction to repulsion all at once?

Well blood was an element that could make that a possibility.

She looked at her features and screamed-

An evil piercing scream that would have made me faint if I had been in control of my senses. But at that moment I didn’t do anything, because I was still frozen. I just stared at her, amazed and at the same time appalled by her transformation.


“Look at me” she said in a cold raspy voice.

I frowned at her statement- I had not taken my eyes off her since (and I wasn’t like I was enjoying the view, I just couldn’t ).

“Are you happy now?”

I did not understand why she was blaming me. I had nothing to do with what was happening.


I began to find my voice at last.

She began to cry, and blood streamed from her eyes. But even as the tears flowed, her mouth curved into an evil smile.

“You wanted me- and so you shall have me.”

“No…” I said in a voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh… you do not love me anymore?” she said in a taunting voice.

Tears filled my eyes.


I didn’t love Olivia anymore, and surprisingly it wasn’t just about the change. It was because it began to dawn on me that Olivia wasn’t the person who I thought her to be- kind, warm and loving. Instead she was full on deception, and selfishness.

It was also about what she had said to me.

When she was beautiful, she claimed we were of two worlds- and that we could never be together.

Now she was desperate for a lover, and she intended to force herself on me; for she knew she no longer had a chance with another in her present state.

It sickened me to no end to know that she was like the rest.

And all this while I thought she was different.


If Olivia had returned my love, I would have followed her freely.

I would have agreed to a life of danger.

She knew that as long as I craved for her, I would be depressed, insecure and needy- and she could feed off that and be beautiful and healthy, while I sink lower in depression… until there’s nothing left of my sanity.

When I think about it now, I realize that the longing I felt for her drove me into a state of depression whenever I leave the mirror.

And she was always more beautiful when I went to her again.

Wow…. I felt very worthless at that moment. I was reduced to nothing but common feed.


Immediately the thought popped in my head, I noticed that a little more life returned to her hand.

That confirmed my suspicions… and my fears.

She was surprised at this. Then she realized what was fueling her up, and she tried that resort.

“You’re pathetic… you know that?” she says, wearing a sly grin.

“I’m not…” I say through gritted teeth; trembling slightly.

“But you are…” she said, her teasing voice holding as much effort as a sharp razor slashed across the wrist. “Loving a mere reflection… because you know you’re not capable of -”

“I do not love you anymore” I said, cutting her short as the tears that welled up in my eyes obscured my vision, giving me a moment’s break from her appalling sight before they ran down my face.

“Do you think I care about that?” she snapped her knuckles, making a cracking sound as she balled her hands into fists.

“This is all your fault… so you can’t leave me like this”


“Did you just say this is my fault?” I asked angrily.

“I don’t see how it isn’t.” she said with a sneer, exposing a pair of blackened teeth. “It’s your fault I’m like this- and you’d have to make amends, whether you like it or not.”

I stared at the figure that seemed to be disintegrating with every second.

What did she mean by that? How on earth was I supposed to make amends?

Even if I could, I don’t think I would- she didn’t deserve it; and besides I wasn’t at fault, no matter what she said.


As if to answer my question she stretched forth her hand, and I gasped in fear and surprise as her gnarled, twisted hands passed through the mirror.

“I cannot survive in your world.” she said, her face twisted into an evil sadistic grin.

“But then again, neither can you.”

I immediately understood what she was talking about. She planned to take my life permanently to create one for herself.


Both her arms were already out of the mirror, but she dared not bring her whole body out for she wouldn’t be able to return aback into the mirror. And we both knew by now that crossing into another world had fatal consequences.

I took advantage of that limitation and moved backwards, not taking my eyes of her as I made myself out of reach.

Suddenly my leg bumped into something. It was a small three legged stool I sometimes sat on when I talked to Olivia. I didn’t even remember it was there until now.


She looked at me and withdrew her arms, her eyes widening in fear as I picked up the chair. Gripping it tightly with both hands, I ran to the mirror, with the intention of doing what I needed to before she faded off.

“Goodbye Olivia.” I said, my voice shaking as I slammed the chair into the mirror.


The mirror shattered into thousands of shards; covering me as Olivia’s blood curdling scream rippled through the room, sending me hurling across the room with the wall breaking my fall.

Before I blacked out, I saw the shards had disappeared, leaving only the gold colored frame that once held the full length mirror.


So that was how Olivia finally faded from my sight.

But never from my mind.


Picture Credit: “Once Upon a Time” by Luis Delgado

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I’m going help people and do great things.

I’m going to look great and have flawless skin.

Our brand is going to have awesome outlets and make crazy money

I’m going to get a new phone

I’m going to be a famous writer.

I’m going to stop being insecure.


I’m going to do all these things one day… maybe tomorrow. Maybe next week.

Maybe ten years.

I really want to do it tomorrow. All these things. I want to do them right now.

But more than procrastination, I’m scared.


When I saw that image I featured, it made me wonder “If I had this book, I probably would have dealt with things better “. Hahaha who knows.

A book would have helped.

Ever since I was a teenager I have always been so hard on myself and it makes it so hard to enjoy life. I never find myself feeling like I’m good at anything, even Christianity. But because I’m not as good as I want, not as interesting as i would like to be, or have as many followers as I would like… or as devoted in Christianity as I should be… I trample on myself constantly.

Do you ever feel not good enough? Do you ever trample on yourself for not being not good enough?

I feel a change coming… a change that doesn’t seem like would be possible anytime soon.

But who cares? Who cares if I do not get it right tomorrow?

The most important thing is to make an effort. Start.

Crawl till I learn to walk. Pick myself up when I stumble.

And one day, I’ll probably not even remember the day I started to walk…

Cause I’ll be too busy running.

Just wait and see.


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