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Featured profile: J.V Jones

Featured profile entry; J.V Jones 
Julie Victoria Jones is one of my mentor, she was the first author to open my eyes to the wonder of the fantasy world. Her fantasy trilogy title “The book of words” had already been featured on this site. She was born in 1963 in Liverpool, England as the daughter of a pub owner, in her youth she worked as a bar tender and worked for a record label in Liverpool. She currently lives in San Diego, California, where she initially ran an export business and later occupied a position as marketing director. The current publishers of J.V Jones are tor books in the US and Orbit books in the UK. 
Her first novel “The baker’s boy, which was the first book in the book of words trilogy was published in 1995 and the follow up novels “a man betrayed” and “Master and fool” were completed in 1997. Her next work was a standalone novel which was titled the barbed coil. Her next work was a series titled “Sword of shadows”, which consists of five novels. However only four had been released yet and the remaining one is still work in progress. 
THE BOOK OF WORDS 
1 The baker’s boy (1995) 
2 A man betrayed (1996) 
3 Master and fool (1997)
A SWORD OF SHADOWS 
1 A Cavern of Black Ice (1999) 
2 A Fortress of Grey Ice (2002) 
3 A Sword from Red Ice (2007) 
4 Watcher of the Dead (2010) 
5 Endlords was supposed to be published 2015 but has been pushed back. 
I am personally only waiting for A sword of shadow to end before reading it. I’ve had reviews that portrayed this series as an even more intriguing series than the book of words series. 
Whenever the last book gets release, expect museguide to bring it to you. If you missed the book of words review on our site, kindly <a href="http://www.museguide.org/2015/05/featured-masterpiece-book-of-words.html">click here</a> to get it, with download links attached to it. 
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Featured profile: J.V Jones

Featured profile entry; J.V Jones Julie Victoria Jones is one of my mentor, she was the first author to open my eyes to the wonder of the f...

Featured masterpiece: The book of words trilogy

The book of words trilogy by bestselling author J.V Jones is a series of bestselling fantasy series that involve a young boy protagonist who was meant to fulfil a prophecy in the legendary book of words written by a wise man years ago. 
The first book in the series is titled the baker’s boy, in this book; the legendary baker’s boy (the protagonist) named Jack, was an apprentice in castle Harvard. However a strange incidence with burnt bread drove him out of the castle, and that started an adventure, which entwined him, the king’s wicked chancellor, Baralis and the daughter of a rich man Meliandra, who was betrothed to the prince of the kingdom. Jack was caught on the bad side of Baralis and he hence made himself the worst enemy in the kingdom. The first series ended at a point where many questions remained unanswered and many mysteries hanged in the air. The first book hence is such that would always fill the reader with a thirst for book two. 
The second book is titled master and fool and this sequel continues the quest of young jack who by now had discovered he is an extra ordinary human. However it was not easy as a quest as Baralis always stood the greater enemy and Meliandra the great burden. However, he stumbled upon a noble knight in this part, who helped him with this noble quest of his. The second part was even more interesting as the evil empire of the north kingdom was formed, masterminded by the evil genius Baralis. 
The third sequel which is the final book was titled “a man betrayed” it is a charming revelation as it revealed the true identity of jack, the knight, jack murder and the unravelling of the many other mysteries buried within the foundation of the book. The charming revelation was however not only the strength of this sequel as the quest of jack was eventually a 5 star. Aside of some impulsive sexual scenes and vulgar speaking men of certain scenes in the novel; the book is absolutely classic to me and I will give it a 5 star. You can check the link below to download a free e-book of the novel. 
<a href="http://www.datafilehost.com/d/01ca774d">The book of words trilogy</a>
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Featured masterpiece: The book of words trilogy

The book of words trilogy by bestselling author J.V Jones is a series of bestselling fantasy series that involve a young boy protagonist who...

Inspire your muse; my ultimate solution to creativity blocks

Inspire your muse; my ultimate solution to creativity blocks 
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Many a times when we sit down at those desks to write those scripts, or paint those pictures or create our fancy art wares; we’d discover that ideas for the new work might be shortcoming. Then we’d find ourselves cycling a loop that involves; doing less than we know we can do, to doing clumsy and unimaginable mistakes, to not even knowing what to do at all. These kind of situations where by we find ourselves short of our creative sparks are known as creativity blocks. Writers are more familiar with it and to them it is called writer’s block. As we all know, the centre of all creative activities is the brain. During writer’s block it is the cognitive regions of our brains that is stressed. This region however can be invigorated to work us through our pending work of creativity. To do this, I’ve devised two formulas; 
Is to re-invigorate your entire system. (Put it out of its stress misery) 
Give your brain a structural nudge to repair wearing out parts. 
As we all know that the brain do not work alone but is connected to our limbs which now directly carry out most of our tasks. As I type this article for example, it is my hands that type not the brain, the brain only tells it what to do. However imagine, if I am physically exhausted and my brain at that moment stumble upon this article am writing, how willing do you think I’d write it at that very moment? Not writing at that moment however means I’m exposing myself to that risk of forgetting vital points my brain stumbled upon earlier. It might not even be points, it might even be the writing style I wish to adopt or a structure I need to test, and by the time I wish to write it later my brain might just skip them. So obviously I’ve reiterated an importance in the role of our motor systems (the limbs) in our creative activities. 
To invigorate your system I’d recommend a cup of premium fruit juice (Orange preferably). Why I recommend this is that fact that the fruit is packed with extra vitamin c which is a natural anti-oxidant. The stressed body cells would have released tons of free radical molecules which upon accumulating in the system causes specific cellular/tissue damages and hence fatiguing such tissue and cells and their specific systems and eventually the whole body. Now the vitamin c will help cast away these trouble-making free radicals. 
	I recommended juice because it also has free sugars as fructose and sometimes sucrose, since the brain is a sugar scavenger- a glutton that consumes 25% of the total blood sugar, then the juice would be able to refuel the brain cells and body cells easily. Juice also because, it will help replenish the body water and electrolytes and hence completing a total get at reinvigoration. 
Now the psychological aspect, the juice as a matter of fact will help relaxation and brain storming if it were to be mildly chilled. This is due to a creation of a sense of comfort and relaxation, as our own brain would have felt everything is alright and we would find it very easy to push it to the realisation of the day’s creative and mental tasks. 
For the second step I’d recommend cod liver oil capsules or the pear fruit, why I recommend these two is the fact that the active structures in the brain which partake in active transfer of information as impulses in the brain and the exchange of nutrients between the brain cells and the blood are all dependent on the omega3 fatty acids present in this two products. The structures include the myelin sheath, then the blood brain barrier (BBB) respectively. 
The two will ensure damaged myelin sheath is amply repaired and revamped and so also the BBB, this will ensure an incredible efficiency across the brain, down to the central nervous system and then to our sensory and motor systems. All of these systems are essential parts of our muse and such revamping ensures a smooth and efficiently working muse. 
Having taken your juice and probably swallowed that one gel capsule of cod liver oil, you yourself will testify to the magic this is going to perform as a riddance of that creativity block is guaranteed. Note if it does not work an instant magic, please take a nap and when you wake return to that desk to feel its magic. Just endeavour to sip the remaining juice while you work. Remember to share this article with your friends because you might never know how it can help them with finishing those creative works they have abandoned due to recurrent blocks. Thank you very much for reading. 
Abd-afeez
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Poets' corner entry; Two

Two.. 
.. 
I wonder what's the truth 
about my sides that seems two 
one is witty, the other was a fool 
one was pushing to sell my soul through 
to the fiery limbs, that flocks with the cruel 
a shield against gale; my plumages are two 
It will save my doomsday; my peril in full 
with a fame to lead me amidst that libel's brook 
one that wallows in shame; shamble's pool 
Its claws are ill-smooth, and are ready to pull. 
above this I soared, higher before its look. 
. . 
The other side of me open his book 
skimmed across lines, reading loud and through: 
the story of how Messiah conquered the Jews. 
the strife that occurred in Constantinople 
Paris discovered Achilles heel and caused his doom. 
Joseph triumphed against his brethren too. 
Oh!  My alter ego is a motivator (maybe a fool) 
He wants my vigil done without holy ghost, coup! 
Without mountain of fire, foes will go down, stoop! 
For me to conjugate success like it's my boo. 
. . 
Hmm! Phew! Who?! 
huh! Sorry, which among the two 
Ideas, seems cynical? Both, shoo! 
Will it fill my wardrobe and lace my shoe?. 
One, admonished to rush and take it crude. 
so one for me will from mouth pour the dough through 
Affluent me dungs, my rich anus of dollars poo. 
Another me say: Gently, take it cool 
if you push for glory, honour's root will pull. 
So mean, human will blame you as a fool. 
... 
~wizardcalidad™|2015~
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Poets' corner entry; Two

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Scenerymania entry; wits from the dark 5

Wits from the dark 5 
The recent incidence between Tolu and Jibola had casted doubts about the realisation of the plan that was seemingly on a 100% path to success: it now throttle upon the dirty path of futility. Tolu had called me yesterday night after a long moment of silence. I remember her actual words. 
“I really need to see you tomorrow, some serious issues came up.” 
I began to wonder what kind of issues could transform Tolu’s voice to that terrible status of being husky. I spent the next couple of hour anticipating what the on knocking lunch hold in stock for me. The time seemed to read my mind as it hastened and lunch time happened sooner than anticipated. 
It was a sunny afternoon and the cool breeze of the air conditioned room was such a comfort as 
Tolu and I talked over our lunch. Tolu had been very emotional that afternoon stressing how stunned she was at Jibola’s seriousness so far. My fear was slowly getting affirmed. After her deep story wrapped around convincing me to believe in her reasons for her shortcomings as regard how initial plans. I had expected Jibola’s attitude to have been her strength. However who would blame a single lady like Tolu if she found sincerity in the company of Jibola? Such company is that she would never throw away with levity. We haven’t exchanged words in over five minutes. I eventually broke the silence. 
“The moral of this your whole story is that I should expect no information from you?” 
“That is not what I said, however I needed to tell you so that you won’t be disappointed if I held back certain information. I would, like I reiterated, not risk anything that could wreck this dream relationship I found with Jibola. As a friend Dare, you were not able to open up to me as to the reasons why you need such information and I believe we’ve come too long a way for you not to trust me on such issues.” 
I was lost for words, it dawned on me that pushing Tolu further might even lead her to opening up to Jibola and the only reason she’s said nothing was simply because of our strong bond of friendship. I also believe she knew breaking such news to Jibola might yet wreck the relationship she tries so to protect. I left her an angry and frustrated man, the whole issue was compounded by the fact office work resumes the next day and I would hence have little time for my quest. 
I reached work the next day a bit gloomy, I had only spent two minutes in my office when director James called me. I went to his office trying to force as enough spark to my mood as I could. I met him in the middle of a morning tea. He offered me a sit. 
“James how was the leave?” 
“it was fine sir?” 
“I called you to this office because something came up after you left.” 
“Hope it wasn’t something terrible sir?” 
“It was indeed terrible and sorrowful too.” 
“I involves that incidence that happened to you that almost took your life.” I was dazed by that revelation. 
“Sir what have you had about that incidence?” 
“I used to have a school son and I’ve been wondering about his where bout until I heard he died during that raid on you?” 
“I am very sorry about that sir, Oga I don’t suppose your son in law would be a criminal sir, why was he among that gang that night?” 
“All I know is Dare is a good man and would never been a true part of the gang, maybe he just ran into trouble?” 
“Did you say dare sir?” 
“Yes, Dare.” 
I couldn’t believe my ears, how come Dr James knew Dare? “Mr James, that was the man that saved my life that day,” I said. 
To be continued 
Abd-afeez 
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Scenerymania entry; wits from the dark 5

Wits from the dark 5 The recent incidence between Tolu and Jibola had casted doubts about the realisation of the plan that was seemingly on...

Wits from the dark 4

It’s been another week gone and I am yet to hear from Tolu. She was meant to give me regular updates. Even if there were no developments, I was meant to be yet informed, so I’d be aware of when further steps needed to be taken. However the four days’ silence was beginning to get on my nerve. It was strictly out of the rules for me to call Tolu, but damn it, she created this eerie situation, after all I created the rules myself. So I picked my phone to call Tolu, the phone rang for some times and there was yet no response. I waited for half an hour again and called yet no response, then I waited for an hour again and called and that was when the smooth gliding voice of Jibola responded; and instead of hello what I heard was “Buddy, I know everything, you are such a motherfucker, let us correct everything meet me at the same restaurant tomorrow for lunch, same time. 
I couldn’t sleep for the whole night, couldn’t believe Tolu would betray me like that. After all I was paying her well. I had to figure out what response to give Tolu, after all I didn’t tell Tolu specific details, she only knows I need her to get some information for me, and why I need to get them I didn’t tell her. The night felt endless, I rolled hundreds of times but nothing came up, don’t even know what to tell Jibola. 
I woke up very early the next morning to see my girlfriend, her name is Temitope. Temitope is a curvy short girl with fair skin and pretty face. She had the most delightful of smile and she has this charming comfort about her character. I had already called her to inform her of my visit, she in turn had prepared my favourite food of pounded yam and vegetable soup. I got there quite early so I won’t delay her too much as Tuesday was not her free day. She welcomed me with her usual thrilling smile and then her tender hug. She ushered me into her room and then to the pounded yam meal. She insisted breakfast first before talk. I was barely able to eat past half my normal ration as Jibola issue heaved solely on my mind. I was glad she didn’t complain as she already knew my mood was gloomy. After that shabby meal we went to the sitting room where we had extensive talks, it was there I updated Temitope a 100% and asked for her opinion. Temitope advised me to tell him half the truth, that I should tell him I truly handed Tolu such shady errantry, that I should however twist my motive, that Jibola should never know how we are to each other for now. Jibola might seem a friend, however if his father should know about my true identity, he could end up being a fatal enemy. So I listened to my baby’s advice, and it held an earnest wisdom and is a safe haven for comfort. I left Temitope’s a happy man, most delighted because of the lucky man I was. I didn’t just date beauty, I dated wisdom as well. I soon got home and had a deserved rest. I woke around past 11 and set to prepare for the important lunch. 
I was late, so unlike me, Jibola was already seated at the table, I took a quick glance at his eyes and it felt it sparked fire. He welcomed me rashly but yet still warmly. After I was seated he told me he already ordered; “while we await the waitress I want you to explain yourself and please don’t pretend; am talking about Tolu. My heart beat paced, I didn’t know what to say, several thoughts raced through my mind, where should I start with Jibola? I was still in my subtle trance when Jibola voice impacted my ears again. “Are you just going to sit there and stare dear friend or you will tell me where on earth you got that idea for the prank you played on me? Right about then Tolu walked in, she was cloaked in a bright green gown that flowed freely to just above her ankle. 
She got to our table, drew out her chair and they both busted into a frenetic laugher. I was so shocked and confused. 
“Buddy just messing with your head, she told me how you hooked us up and am very grateful about that. In fact, Dare, you are a friend indeed, I will never forget what you’ve done for me because I just found that woman.” 
Tolu raised her fingers and waved it at me, “he proposed to me, she said with broad smile across her face.” 
As both of them shared their good news, a sudden gloom extended its cloak of glue across my heart, hasn’t my lively ferry of plan found a hole in its under belly? Is my fancy ferry of plan not sinking heavily down the river of reality? I was blank and lost. 
To be continued 
If you missed the previous parts, please check previous scenerymania posts. 
Abd-afeez
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Wits from the dark 4

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The missing

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The Missing By Brian Doyle 
There it is again in the newspaper this morning, on the radio, murmuring from the television, in bold type on the glowing screen in your hand: the haunted, fraught, awful phrase “the missing”. But it is wrong. It is inaccurate. 
There are no missing persons. No one is actually missing. They are just not where you thought they were, where they were expected to be, where they usually are, where they were when last you looked, where they always are, unless something is wrong, usually something small, but not this time, not this time. But they are not missing. They are right there, under the wreckage, the detritus, the crumbled infrastructure, the fallen highway, and the shivered ruins. They are sprawled, supine, curled, crumpled, battered, bent, and broken. Shockingly often they seem serene. Very often they seem sound asleep under their masks of dust and chalk and riven stone. 
They are not missing, though: only unfound. In a day or five or 10 they will be uncovered, discovered. Pulled from, hauled from. The towers collapsed, the earthquake rumbled, the tornado tore, the battle burst like a boil, the hurricane lashed and flooded. Words lose their meaning in the roaring. Words are shredded. Words are whipped by the terrible wind. She should be coming through the back door just about now, rude and grumpy, peevish and peckish, as her grandfather would say, he loves those words, peevish and puckish and peckish, he has often draped those words on her, wrapped them about her testy perfect face like a scarf or a shroud, and the dog as usual is listening for the faintest possible scuffle and skitter of her feet in the gravel at the top of the hill, and the doorknob is hungry for her hand, but now the door will starve for that hand for the rest of its days, for she is among the missing, the missing who are not missing, but only flailed, felled, fallen. Their souls have fled their bodies. Who they were no longer abides in what they were. Who they were is loosed and lost. Now when you say her name you are in the past tense, in the tense past. It used to be that her name went with her like a handle or a shadow and now it is without, unattached, whirled in the wind. The dog waited by the door for more than four hours, despite every instruction and command to abandon his post. Only long after darkness fell did he cease to stand and wait, to attend, to watch, to expect and savour the exquisite and idiosyncratic joy of her presence. 
Brian Doyle is the editor of Portland magazine and the author of numerous books, most recently the novel The Plover. 

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The missing

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Scenerymania entry; wits from the dark 3

Wits from the dark 3 
I left mummy with a promise to fulfil that which wale failed to; the recovery of our stolen properties from my uncle. I returned to my work place in Lagos with this new quest brimming my head. I had requested for a two weeks leave from work to help me recover from the recent armed robbery attack I was caught in. My boss was even merciful enough to give me a bonus 1 week since the incidence was even due to the risks involved in my type of work. That three weeks leave was a golden opportunity to kick start my newly found quest. Jibola had been my friend since my university years and he was in my department. Apart from being friends, we were reading mates and he was even a more comfortable company because he was from a rich background and more often than not, he would be the one to sponsor our several breakfasts, lunches and dinners together. I had only met his dad once and that was on his graduation day when they came visiting. I remembered he himself told me his name when he introduced himself and that rang bells quite often in recent days. 
I had put a call through to Jibola two days ago and he had told me that we should fix a lunch for tomorrow, this would be the first time we would see that year as it was February ending already. We’ve been both quite busy supposedly. Jibola graduated with second class upper in business admin and hence he handles some of his father’s businesses for him. The lunch date arrived sooner than I think. My dinner mate is a friend who happens to be a cousin too. He appeared to me as primly as he ever was, he had a sophisticated smell about him and he beamed a most charming smile. His total package of charms had rather appreciated than diminished. 
“Jibola, have you got a date after mine or today happens to be an international good looking day that I do not know about.” He let out his smile again and wrapped it up with a mild chortle. 
“Dare please, exactly what I’ve missed about you. Must you always be humorous?” 
“You call that humour? Is there a new dictionary meaning for that word?” 
We both laughed it off. The waitress appeared suddenly from nowhere, she was a pretty nubile and she had this voluptuous curves, it was even her voice that was most magical. We both had to whisper “wow”. She was quite aware of her effect on men and she simply smiled and continued. 
“What are your picks from the menu?” 
I ordered jollof rice and chicken while he ordered fried rice and chicken. We both watched her walk away with another captivating strides. 
“So Jibola you still fancy ladies like this?” I wasn’t wrong to attack him like that as during our university days he changed his girlfriend every year as he always find a better woman. Jibola was still single then and his reason was still that he is yet to find that special woman. 
In a couple of minute’s time she was back with our order and as she set our order and walked away she was the newest movie in town in the eyes of Jibola, in fact, he just found his world class cinema. After she eventually left and I had his attention back I opened up to him the reason behind our lunch date. That I want to propose a business for him. That since he knew I work as a senior officer at Nigerian immigration that I want to be selling him certain impounded products the likes of vehicles and electronics, that my boss just gave me a slot for such. I spent the next one hour trying to make him understand the details of the business its legitimacy and all. After that hour of extensive explanation, Dare told me that he doubt if he would be interested. However he was able to let me know that his dad also used to do heavy importation and that he would have been more interested, however he had heavily invested in an incoming shipping and hence he is low on capital. Then the pieces started to fall in place. 
If wale had followed them on the day they robbed and he worked for my uncle, then that son of a bitch called Jide. That means Jibola’s dad would be into smuggling. All I need is to know the nature of his bigger shipping and I can nail him easily for good. All I need is a good plan, who told you I didn’t have a perfect plan? 
A week later I was seated at the same restaurant for my lunch, however my partner was not Jibola but that nubile of a waitress. Her name is Tolu and she has been with me all along. She just informed me over lunch that Jibola is officially his boyfriend which of course is part of the plan. The best way to bend a man that love women, is to get to him through the woman he loves most. 
<a href="http://www.museguide.org/2015/05/scenerymania-entry-wits-from-dark-2.html">Click here</a> for part 2 
And <a href="http://www.museguide.org/2015/04/scenerymania-entry-wits-from-dark.html">here</a> for part 1 
To be continued 
Abd-afeez                               
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Scenerymania entry; wits from the dark 3

Wits from the dark 3 I left mummy with a promise to fulfil that which wale failed to; the recovery of our stolen properties from my uncle. ...

Scenerymania entry; wits from the dark 2

Wits from the shadows 2 
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Mum was at the veranda processing a bowl full of Egusi seeds. 
“Mum good afternoon,” mum stood up and gave me her electric smile. 
“Mummy am fine, am very fine.” 
“Yes I know you are, you are always fine my son.” 
She was still all over me trying to see any sign of blemishes. 
“Mum, there is a problem though, it’s exactly why I am here. I’d have been dead now if not for a strange hero. I need to...” 
“My son, what are you talking about? What happened?” 
“Mum, do you know any wale?” 
She looked at me with a flash of perplexity. 
“Wale shouldn’t have shown, it’s not yet time” 
I gave her a stern querulous stare. “Mum you need to start talking.” 
She sighed and gave me one lengthy stare. “My son, where is he now, he Can explain himself better.” 
“Mum, he is dead. The men that came to our house killed him, he died while saving me.” 
It took mum another five minutes to find her voice. “Wale shouldn’t have died, he was a good man.” 
“Mum, who is this Wale guy, mum you should just open up and stop putting me in this awful dark. Mum.” 
“My son, Wale is the only person who stood up for me after your father’s death. Today I will tell you a story I’ve never told you. When I married your father, we were happy, however we were having trouble with child bearing and after about 5 years your father’s family began to get really hostile. There about then, the business of your uncle’s elder brother began to take sour turns. I was regarded as nothing less a mountain of bad luck by your father’s family members and their hatred for me continued to heighten. My husband stood by me a 100% and he fell out of favour with his family, however since he was now the bread winner as the former bread winner of the family your father’s brother-we call him uncle Bolaji- had almost sank into nothingness. 
One fateful day, your uncle came to our house to request for a loan from your father, having invested a huge chunk of his savings on an importation deal, your father asked his brother to hold on for him that he didn’t have such money at that moment. However your uncle didn’t believe your father and he promised to show him why he was the elder one for his actions. A week later your father travelled and didn’t return. I knew your uncle had a hand in the event, however since I had no physical evidence, there was little I could do. 
A week after your father’s death, your uncle again came to me. Calling me a witch that I should leave his brother’s house that after all I didn’t have a child for him. Sooner had your uncle left had strange things began to happen in the house. From night mares to ghostly presence, and worse of all are the frightening voices that reverberated the house walls at nights. I was troubled and sleepless. I fasted, prayed I even made spiritual consultations but the horror in that house persisted. All through that ordeal, Wale was there, he was our house help and instead of leaving after your father’s death, he chose to stay. He even fasted and prayed with me, to me Dare used to say, “Oga is a good man, I won’t abandon you madam because of his death. Unknown to your father’s family, I was already pregnant with you. To them their son had no heir. One day one of those strange ghostly presence got me running down the stairs, I slipped along the way and was seriously injured. I almost lost you that day. After my discharge Wale warned me, that it is best I go into hiding with you because that is the best way to protect you. That your father’s family will because of their hatred for me choose not to believe that you are a legitimate son of your father and someone like your uncle will rather see you dead than be a threat to his greedy ambitions. 
Finally I left your father’s house and abandoned all his properties. Your uncle claimed all his properties and till now he his living large on it.” 
My mother paused, her eyes were already wet with tears. She looked at me passionately with her wet glistening eyes and smiled, a forced smile I know, but she managed to do it well. She continued her story. 
“Wale had called me when you were five, then he was already through with his HND with my help. He told me he wish to tell me that he would love to go and work for your uncle and that he would make sure he act as a spy for me and he would tell me anything he discovers that would help me with retrieving the stolen properties from me. Since then, he’d often return with one news or the other, however non he had brought was ever worthy enough to nail the man. However what I cannot explain is what Wale is doing with those men that wanted to kill you.” 
“Mum, what is that my uncle’s name?” 
“Chief Odunola Adebowale.” 
“What? Are you kidding me?” 
“Son, what is the problem?” 
“Mum, he is a friend’s dad.” 
“What?” My mum was surprised too. 
To be continued… In case you missed the first part <a href="http://www.museguide.org/2015/04/scenerymania-entry-wits-from-dark.html?m=0">click</a><a href="http://www.museguide.org/2015/04/scenerymania-entry-wits-from-dark.html?m=0"> here</a>
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Scenerymania entry; wits from the dark 2

Wits from the shadows 2 Help us promote creativity by sharing our posts. Mum was at the veranda processing a bowl full of Egusi seeds. “M...

Podcastle Reopen for submission

PodCastle.com has re-opened this month for submissions. Each week the editors publish short dark fantasy stories in podcast (audio) form. 
Editors Anna Schwind and Dave Thompson are open to reviewing: 
1) magical realism where the elements of magic are a common occurrence in a true-to-life setting; 
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Poets corner entry; Flower-full

This an old poem i wrote to honour our very colourful world. 
Flower-full
In unison-uniformity yay! 
On pergony peonies are portrayed. 
Low-below and high above, 
Sprig matures and foliage uncoils,
Say "behold, my rose shall be hold", 
Sniffle my friend, new aura unfolds. 
Hyacinth pearls, Rosemary petals; 
Colourful stands, lovely fragrance.
In dawn gloom blue is riddled, 
From overcast sky, blue rays shoot; 
This is due, to the loose cloud ripples; 
To put a shine on the new spring gloom.
Abd-afeez
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Poets corner entry; Flower-full

This an old poem i wrote to honour our very colourful world. Flower-full In unison-uniformity yay! On pergony peonies are portrayed. Low...