A little too late

Their lips parted as they released themselves from the embrace and returned to their sides on the queen size bed. Another romantic episode and though there hadn’t been any sex as it was the norm, he was still satisfied and she – well, she seemed fine with it.
They kept quiet in the eerie room and listened to their slightly laborious breathing whilst staring at the POP ceiling. It couldn’t get better than this he thought.

“Daniel…” Her voice shattered the silence that once purified the room.

“Yeah?” He replied mid-breath.

“Is it all about this?”

“All about what?” He hoped their reduced voice tones would hide the feigned ignorance in his question.

“Is this all we are – sex idols?”

“No, no… of course not Meg. We are definitely not sex idols. Though we have pretty awesome sex-like activities.” He chuckled and started to laugh but stopped when she remained quiet.
Troubled, he got off his back and balanced himself on an elbow. His eyes found hers easily in the darkness; a thick bright halo bordered by blackness on both sides.

“Meg, I’m serious.” He placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled when she didn’t withdraw it.

“I love you, I really do…” He heard the panic in his voice and hoped it was nothing.

“Okay.” She said finally and pecked him full on the lips. He smiled again and fell back on his back.

Yes, he loved her — Yes, he did. Why then he was desperately trying to convince himself?

“Goodnight darling.” Her voice halted his chain of thoughts. He watched her curl into her usual sleeping position and turned his back to her.

“Goodnight love”

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The occurrences from that fateful night flashed before his eyes again and he shook it off his mind and kept his gaze on her as she stood up and headed for the rear of the classroom. He wondered if she remembered that night and had dreams about it like he did. If she thought he was a lying bastard after he broke her heart of if she had that idea all along.

He kept her in his view and watched her cut a row and head straight for him. ‘The real Bae’ like his friends would taunt him and say.

‘The real Bae’ smiled at her and pulled her close to himself. She obliged the affection by wrapping her hands around his neck and kissing him. Full on the lips. Exactly like she did his.

His heart broke. Again.

And then he had his answer,.

Yes, he loved her. And No, she wasn’t just a sex idol. Problem is, it was a little too late.

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Never take someone that loves you for granted…

Mike Dammy
@damstylee
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Let’s talk Breakups

Hi there…

I thought of ways in which I could just glide into the topic at hand and not sound too serious or rash… Sadly, I got none… So I’ll just start…  Here goes nothing.

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I have to say it’s quite alarming the manner in which breakup and divorce stories flood the air these days.
Everyone is getting in on the act. Even I myself; the title ‘breakup king’ has been accrued to me a couple of times.

Today however… I sat still.. sort of… in a bus plying the Sango Otta – Ketu route and tried to decipher the mystery that is Breakups. I won’t lie, I didn’t make that much of a breakthrough thinking about it, so I resorted to writing. For some reason, when I write, my words flow from a reservoir of knowledge totally oblivious to me when I’m performing another action.

What you’ll read below is what my mind could fashion. I like addressing my posts to imaginary people to enable me pass my message across properly and that’s what I’ve done here again …
And No matter how much it sounds like I’m referring to you in person, I’m not. So, wipe that thought from your mind whenever it comes up.

If however you believe I didn’t write it with someone in mind… You’ll be falling for my Joker card. Remember what I said earlier,  this is simply my brain at work… My mind is not in on it… I think. -____-

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Hi dear.
I know this is the last thing you want to read.
That you’ll probably prefer to walk on burning coal than listen to me…
Who knows you might be armed with a 9mm ready to pump my tummy with your silver bullets.
I know you want to do this and worse…

But chill…
Let me try and convince you that we are indeed perfect despite my shortcomings and your wrongdoings
Let’s assume we were separated at inception.
That he created us whole…
One full picture with no blemish whatsoever.

Now, Imagine He broke us
In fact, literally cracked us into two
With no emphasis on precision
No form of accuracy whatsoever
Just two parts of a puzzle
Not necessarily two halves of one
And as he did, bits and pieces of us splattered everywhere.
A Mona Lisa decapitated… albeit temporarily.

So now, picture us as two slabs with jagged edges
With pieces of us scattered all over the horizon
Who knows, the piece that makes me sing like you’ve always prayed ‘Your dream Knight‘ would lies somewhere not far from where I sojourn.  
Imagine, the stone that makes u laugh even when I’m boring lies fallow at the bottom of the Atlantic
Then it’ll make sense when we don’t seem as perfect as we hoped

We’ll see sense when we quarrel and nag
You’ll ignore my yells and I’ll forget your insults
We’ll understand when our fights keep us awake at night with our backs turned on each other
We’ll see reason that all these serve to build us
Slowly craft us into one perfect being
The kind that still blush amidst all the wrinkles and crutches
And laugh even with our teeth in a glass jar.
The life we live to have.

I’m beginning to wonder if all I’ve said makes any sense…
I doubt if the inspiration was worth it
Maybe it’s just Banky W’s “All for you” in my earphones that’s making me this crazy
Probably I’m seeing things that ain’t there..

Still,  I won’t stop typing…
If I do, I might end up lonely
Sad
Loveless
Dejected… All these I can’t risk being.
So you see, I really don’t have any choice here.
You must see reason…
You Must.

* * *

Done…
I don’t know if this explains anything but I guess it should give you a reason to think.
A reason to hesitate before you pick up your phone and call her to end it. Or halt your speech as soon as you sense those fatal words coming out of your mind.
We owe our spouses that that break.
We owe ourselves that brief pause to think.

Come to think of it.
The pain you feel after the breakup is not that of Ironic Joy or happiness… It’s just a reminder that you miss the person and that if one of you had tried harder,  you would still be together.
It could mean destiny still has plans for both of you and you need a second chance…  or third,  fourth chances like I got.
This theory could be wrong though but I dare you to pause and think of an alternative solution before you pull the plug.
You just might thank me later.

Happy Easter folks!
He lives…  Hence we live too.
Bless

Mike Dammy

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A plea to the Ladies

“Hey There!”

“I had a dream about my future wife and you were the main act, I think you are the one for me”

“I think we’ve met before”

“You look familiar”

“Nice bag, my mum has the same type”

“You must have fallen from heaven because you look like one of them angels”

“From the first day I saw you…”

 

Apparently the older this world gets, the harder it becomes for us Guys to approach our female counterparts, and with the harder it gets, the best pick up lines have suddenly become lame; and innovation aint so easy either, its not as if we can just wake up every morning and think of dazzling lines that’ll get you girls hooked after our first sentence. To make it worse, it seems the prettier or hotter she is, the harder it is to woo her.

For example, a friend of mine happened to be walking down the road in my school and his friend called out to him and gestured that he should check out the girl right behind him.

He tried sha, he said Hi, she replied Hello and that was the end of their convo. apparently, something made him shy at that particular moment, I’m tempted to conclude that it was cos she was very pretty but I wont cover up for him especially wen that would be like self deceit. It might just have been easier for him to talk better if he had nothing to lose, if only she offered him a little help.

Your frowning faces and “Who the hell are you?” can be so demanding, and in our quest to suceed, we fail horribly. This explains why the bad guys are never simple. Just so you know, some of us can never be “bad”, give us a break and be a little accommodating when we walk up to you, its not as if you wont end up marrying us.

Smile a little and our confidence will escalate.

Giggle when we stammer and blank out and our self esteem would soar.

A big part of me tells me you ladies would simply laugh and ignore my pleas, I sincerely hope you dont.

If you do though, we’ll cope with it noni.

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Sourced from Google “Why can’t it be this easy”?

 

Damstylee

 

 

Dee 4: The Plan

Welcome to the 4th and Final sequel to the Dee series.
The story has taken a really crazy twist but that’s for you to find out. 😉
If this is your first time reading any of the Dee sequels, I implore you to read the first three or else you would get confused. So read them here; just click their names below;

Dee 1
Dee 2
Dee 3

Don’t forget to drop your comments when you’re done.
Be it compliments, criticisms, opinions, anything, just make sure you drop something. Thank you.

Enjoy Dee 4! 😉

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Dammit!
How dumb can I be!
Why the hell didn’t I see this coming?
Silas!
I call out to one of my friends standing behind me. The other one just remains quiet with his head bowed down.

Silas!
Mae’s gone!

Dammy, I know.
Let’s go.

He tries to pull me away but I wriggle myself free and fall back at the base ot the headstone. My body shaking like a leaf threatened to be torn down by the wind.

Dammy, Silas calls out, pain diluted with regret in his voice.
You need to be a man about this.
She’s gone, forever.

Not Mae,
Not my Mae.

After several replays of this scenario, I reluctantly agree to follow them. Amidst the sobbing, I take one last glance at the headstone, can’t clearly see it because of my short sightedness but I know what’s clearly written on it.

    FEYISETAN DANIELS

    Born: Sep 19, 1988
    Died: Jul, 23, 2012

    She loved the Lord
    And she’s gone to meet him

Don’t feel sorry for me. Don’t.
What you should be feeling now should be hatred because I threw away my most priced possession, my jewel, but you wouldn’t understand. Let me make you.

It all started two months ago.
Actually, it started one year ago.
The day she walked into my office and asked for help. She looked so fragile, so sweet.
If only I knew there was a devil lurking behind that smile,

Shortly after Dee’s declaration of her love for me, I chose to keep my distance. It wasn’t easy as first, but I got better at it. Remember it started with this call;

Hello

We have to stop this,

Stop what?
Dammy, what’s wrong?

Dee….

Yes?

We need to stop talking. We need to stop chatting. Your last consultation is the last I’ll ever grant you cos I need you out of my life.

Dammy.. She sounded desperate
You shouldn’t be. Let’s talk this like adults.

You should have considered that before you tried to ruin my life.

Dammy, this is not fair. I was in love… No… Am in love with you. How is confessing my love a crime?
I could hear her crying already.

Not considering who I was with when you made the statement is your crime.
Dee, I mean, Tola, I can’t even consider calling you Dee anymore, not that it matters at all,
This is goodbye from me.

And that was the end.
I never heard from Dee again;
No calls, no messages, nothing.

And I got back to Mae, or Feyi if you don’t mind, Mae was the nickname I gave her.
We got closer, loved more, played more and all seemed well. It even got better when I proposed to her. We were supposed to marry this coming saturday.
So, we got our marriage preparations underway quickly. Both our families were delighted. Even Feyi’s sister started to like me.

Everything looked so perfect;
The wedding preparations were on point, friends and families showed their love and total support, there were no hitches, no issues, and most importantly no Dee.
But this perfect picture was about to go totally wrong.

2 weeks to the wedding, Mae told me about her friend coming from America that were going to stay over at our house. She said it was just for the wedding period. I shouldn’t have accepted but I said yes.
Soon, the friend arrived and I was reading in the study when they stepped in.

Dammy,
Mae called out.
Are you home? I brought my friend o!

Coming! I replied as I smiled, removed my reading glasses and went to the sitting room.
I entered the sitting room and was rooted to the spot when I saw the lady my bride to be called her friend;

De..e?!
I stuttered as I tried to recover from the shock.
What are you doing here?

Dammy! Mae exclaimed
Is that how you treat a guest?
And who’s this Dee you keep talking about?

She came over and pecked me on the cheek before she introduced me to the lady that was to ruin her life.

Meet my best friend in high school, Tola.

Hey Dammy. The devil grinned.
You didn’t tell me he was a stunner, Feyi.

Stop it jor! Mae replied already blushing.
At least, don’t say it in his front, he’ll not let me rest now. She giggled
You should have even met him before, I gave you his contact when you wanted to get over your hatred for boys, why didn’t you give him a call?

Oh! That.. She threw a glance that looked like a threat at me and I shivered in fear as to what she might have been thinking.
It dosent matter, I’ve gotten over it. was her final reply.

Oh! Good.

I still didn’t move a muscle. My imagination played out different ways in which this whole situation could turn out and none were good for Mae.
Dee was back and under the same roof too.
I could already smell trouble.

Soon enough, she showed what her intention for coming was. Dee hadn’t come to rejoice with us, she had come to break us apart.
Days on end, she tried seducing me.
And one after the other, I rejected her advances. A couple of times, she ended up with a swollen face. It was so funny when she was explaining to Mae the allergies she had to a particular insect that caused the swelling. I always tried hard not to laugh at this point and many times I lost and left Mae puzzled as to what might be fascinating me about CNN.

Three nights to the wedding and my biggest test from Dee was yet to come. Mae had to stay over at her aunt’s place and called to tell me that I was gonna be alone with the devil herself. Stepping into the house was scary on its own and I wasn’t disappointed when I did. There, in the center of my sitting room was my last test and it was wearing a sexy black lingerie.

Damn, you’re sexy. I muttered under my breath and I suddenly remembered how to pray as she advanced towards me, slowly but surely.

Don’t fight it. She said before she planted a kiss on my lips. She knew what was on my mind and she smiled in triumph.

I know you want me. You always have. She knelt down and as she unzipped my trousers, I saw a portrait of Mae and I in the far corner. We looked so happy. She looked so happy. I smiled and said;

Dee

Huh?

Stop it. Still shocked, I walked away from her as calm as I could to my room leaving her speechless where she knelt. As I was about to shut the door; I congratulated her on an almost successful mission.

Good try, Dee
But I aint losing Mae for just that.

And I quickly shut the door and threw the key somewhere I wouldn’t find it easily before my already hardened (you know what) made me pay for my pride and trust me, I prayed till the next morning.

The night before the wedding soon came and I had to work late to put things in order before I left for my honeymoon with the love of my life. After all the tests, last night, I had stayed strong.
I had won and Dee had lost.

As I packed to leave for home, my phone rang. The caller, Silas and he broke the news that broke my will.

Hello. I still remember the urgency in his voice.
Dammy!

Silas, what’s wrong? I asked, already fearing the worst.

Its Feyi….. Feyi’s dying….

Feyi!
Where are you?

I’m at the Island Hospital, that one you use.
Get here now!

I’m on my way

I left all I was doing and rushed to the hospital and saw my bride almost lifeless, foaming and shivering violently. My Mae was dying and all I could do was watch and cry.
The nurses pulled me out of the theatre and I had one last glimpse of my Mae fighting for her life.
Autopsy read heart failure due to food poisoning and it was all my fault.
Night after the operation, I called Silas,

Are you okay? Dammy

Yea… Just make sure things go according to plan. My guess is that Dee’s still around to make sure Mae’s dead.

No P, man. I’ll do just that. I called the marble guys and also the wood carvers. They should be ready tomorrow.

Make sure they are.
The burial must hold immediately.
And Silas…

Yes?

We’re moving somewhere else.

Where?

Dunno.
America, Australia, anywhere. As long as I don’t remember all what has happened.

Its alright man, I understand you….
Before I forget, the doctor called.
She’s recuperating well.

Alright, just make sure no one knows about this.

The police searched for Dee after this but she was nowhere to be found. My guess is that she went back to where she came from.


Now

I’m on my way to the airport. I’ve chosen to move to australia and start a new life, can’t stick around to remember this pain.
I just stopped by Silas’s home to say goodbye.
He was really helpful in making this plan work.
He’s truly a friend.

Dammy, we did it.
The bitch is gone.

I know. I replied still smiling at the fact that I wasn’t going to see my second best friend again.
She won’t be troubling us anymore.

Yeah! He exclaimed.
We have to drink to that!

Drink ko.
Omuti oshi! I have to go now jor. My bride’s waiting for me.

Lover boy, he teased.
Go get her. You deserve it. I’ll try and keep in touch.

You do just that.
I do hope you’ll drop by one day.

I hugged him one last time and exited his apartment.

Silas; a true friend indeed.
Who thought we would pull this off.
Make Dee believe she succeeded.
Kudos to the doctor for trying his best. My Mae could have been dead now.

I smile now as I recall the fake burial,
the fake newspaper adverts,
the headstone,
my resignation letter,
the carved wood rotting in the casket six feet under,
Dee returning abroad after a supposed job “well done.”
My wailing. Thank God I took those acting classes in school.
And Silas, he was wonderful.
Our plan did work!

I soon get to the airport and I search for her.
And then, I see her.
Basking in the sunlight, her beauty as tantalizing as ever was;
My bride;
My best friend;
My Mae.

The End.


Damstylee.

And that’s the end to the Dee series.
Whew, its been a hell of a journey but I hope it was worth it.

As much as I want to stop here, I just have to add that the Dee sequel is just an eye opener into what happens in our society today.
Betrayal, lack of trust, disloyalty; all of this have become rampant and most times we can do nothing to avoid it. What we can do though is to avoid flowing with the tide and being unique.
Stand out and fight for your Mae.
Life may not smile on you the way it smiled on Dammy but there’s always a silver lining in every dark cloud. That silver lining is what you should look out for.
Love, Trust, be Loyal and most importantly, never give up on him or her.

Thanks for taking time to read all four sequels.
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Dee 2

The long awaited final(?) sequel to the Dee series!
Now, this is what you call long awaited,but trust me, its worth every second. 😉

I hope you remember Dee;
The wonderful girl that somewhat hated men, yea, I’m sure you do. To those of you who don’t know her or just remember a bit of her story, you should read it here:
https://damstylee.wordpress.com/2012/02/23/dee/
I won’t advise you to continue reading this one if you have no idea what the other one was about, so I’ll chill for you.

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OK, Now we can start!

About five months ago, I opted to play the role of a love doctor in Dee’s life. I had to because she was emotionally hospitalized and was going to die soon; emotionally that is.
So I huffed and puffed till I could breathe no more but my dear dee was as adamant as a statue. Her perception of men remained intact and even I, Damstylee would not change that.

So I brought in notable doctors whose names I won’t divulge to assist me in this life risking surgery and we laid our hands and put skills gathered over several years of experience into practice. And as we bored into her skin and body, we tried to connect those parts that would open the world of our patient to one of love and trust.

Little by little, dee’s anti bodies awakened from their slumber and joined us in this struggle. Two weeks which seemed like forever passed in the theatre before I stopped the operation.
Dee was saved!
Her heart, happy with the new development was bursting with joy and pumped liters and liters of love through her veins and arteries to other parts of her body.

And then, we stopped.
Stopped talking, stopped motivating, stopped advising and left her to find her feet herself in this world that detests love and trust so much. She was left alone to be a (wo)MAN and we forgot about the operation. Case closed.

That’s where my story ends……………………… Or so I thought until I received a call from Dee on skype recently. Obviously very happy, she narrated how she met Mr Right; how he swept her off her feet; how he opened her world to a relationship built on love and trust and on and on and on.

I still smile anytime I remember how happy she sounded that day, but then I still recall the look on my face when she dropped the call. The same look I get when I hear testimonies from girls on their new relationships. Can’t help but answer some questions;
Is the real world worth trusting?
Is this a true love story or are looking at one where the guy is an opportunist?

I’ve chosen not to dwell on these questions though and hope for the best. Any way it turns out, I hope she ends up happy.
I just hope I don’t end up writing a tragic “Dee 3”

Thank you for taking time to read this. 🙂

Contrary to what you might think, this story is not fiction and the character is actually very real. The medical operation is purely metaphorical in nature though.
I do want your opinions on these;

Would you want a “Dee 3” or would you rather prefer I stopped here? Remember the circumstances that would warrant me writing one.
Please share your comments and replies to this question.

Thank you again.


Damstylee