Harobed TALES

          PART TWO: I saw my precious baby girl, with tears in her eyes, wailing and stretching her arms towards me, an expression beyond what words could describe. I ran towards her, troubled about her well being and she ran towards me, seeking my comfort. That was all it took to bring me back from the land of my personal misery. There and then, with my baby girl in my embrace, I told myself that I would do right by her and fix my shit.     Anyway that is enough history for one day, that was 10 years ago and I am doing really well by myself and for my baby girl. Kendra is now in junior high school, she insists on being a boarder because her best friend Toju – was of the same opinion and frankly I could not refuse her anything, though I almost did as I realized I would not be seeing her as often. I mean she was my essence!   So it is her first visiting day today and I am pumped, I have not seen her in about six weeks and it feels like si...

      The event that occurred today will pivot my life in a direction where tomorrow does not exist. I am Kessy Abimbola Williams. I am a journalist and content creator for Tore Media. Journalism was my first, middle and last name, I had been doing this for 8 years forsaking family, love and fun to make sure I was the best in my field. It was a fierce drive. I have a daughter though, Kendra and I had her when I was still unambitious and thought that being married with kids was the ultimate satisfaction I can possibly get out of life.   My opinions however changed after Kendra’s father up and jilted me two weeks to our wedding when Kendra was barely a year old. My world crumbled literally, with no hope. I slipped into depression, battled insomnia, lost weight, became socially isolated and had constant suicidal thoughts as I could not really understand what had happened. There was nothing to look forward to again.   I had been forced to move in with my m...

Alexander Emmanuel Longsam Thomas (1995-2019) I planned to post this article on your birthday in April,but I was a mess.I thought I was stronger and that the pain from your passing had started to heal, but then I realized that even though time heals all wounds, I had not taken enough doses to heal me from the pain I feel every time, I think of you and all the memories we had. Today isn’t the day you died, but today is the day I found out unceremoniously while sitting at the back of an uber a year ago. I remember loosing it and breaking down, then wiping my tears and saying “this is obviously a joke, no one has said anything to me”. I refused to acknowledge that you were gone forever, even when your obituary graced my phone screen. I honestly do not know if this will go away, the hurt I mean, but I feel it in my soul that you are in a beautiful place. I see you in my dreams a few times telling me it will be okay! It might sound cliche to the readers, but I can hear you whisper “their...

“Babe, Babe!!. Can you please come to the kitchen? I need your help here. Thanks love”.   Hi there,     I am Mrs. Bones, as I hear that is what I am being called. I am the not so boring, amazing, sexy housewife who loves and adores her family. Family is everything to me or should I say my kids are everything to me, watching my kids grow has been the most exciting experience, some days I cannot believe I am a mother. I remember when it was just I and my beloved before the kids came. It was hard for us to be away from ourselves as we did everything together and our connection was almost flawless, but I always felt nothing was ever this perfect.       A siege mentality like when you have light for too long and you think the electricity distribution company has got to be up to something yeah? I remember how Nara (my former roommate in school) used to always ring a constant rhetoric in my head about how ‘all men cheat’ and it affected her so much ...