peculiar benita

   Hi friends!           A few hours ago,I was with a friend outside my  house,we were just talking about secondary school and how fun it was spoke about some of my classmates and where they are right now,the babe who is still in secondary school had more stories to tell compared to me who was done,I had some key stories to tell anyways,you know, as the elder in the duo! Lolz         I left secondary school sometime ago,a lot of my classmates that I expected to graduate together with me on the same day didn't,not because they didn't want to but because they couldn't,for some, circumstances didn't allow.         One of those people is  girl named Matti(that's not her real name but we'll be calling  her that for security purposes),Matti to me was the best female mathematics student,well,at least in my class of about 25 students. Matty was always competing with me,she always wanted to show everyone in class that she had the capacity to score higher than me in

          She  sunk into the bed the moment she got into the room. How does one love and hate at the same time?          She loved her husband more than she loved her own life,she also hated him in the same measure.  He had spoilt whatever self esteem she once had for herself. He had filled her ears with all her inadequacies.  This wasn't the kind of marriage she envisioned as a child.            She had always looked and prepared for a great marriage, one that was a direct explanation of the love Christ had for the church.  A love that was never cold.  A love that complimented not condemned . She could barely remember the last time Bode told her something good about herself.  She spent  a lot of time working for him and the children. All she did, she did for her family.  She barely  had time for herself., she used to make her hair twice a month, now  she did it twice in two months.                 The last time she wrote was two years ago. Having a book had always been her dre

             Bode stood the moment he heard the front door open. He stole a glance at the clock resting on the opposite side of the wall and sighed. "Where in the name of God are you coming from?" he asked, keeping his voice down when speaking with his wife was becoming much more difficult in recent times.          Cynthia dropped her bag on the nearest cushion chair and faced her waiting husband. "isn't it obvious. I am coming from work!" "Every working person I know is right in the comfort of their homes. With their families. My beautiful wife comes homes at 2am and expects me to give her a round of applause." he lifted his two hands and jammed them together. "now you have your applause. Thank you for coming back home this  late"             She picked up her bag and made to leave. The last thing she wanted after a hectic and annoying  day at the office was a nagging husband. "Where do you think you are going?"he pulled her