Can Love Overcome Darkness?

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I’m pleased to finally introduce the cover of the second edition of the ‘The Feet Of Darkness’ to you my friends! The e-book is now live, if you click on this link   http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BJ6LJHC  it would take you directly to the Amazon.com website, the paperback would follow suit in March.

The blurb is something like this;

Imagine a world where the unseen rules and the seen are helplessly rooted in darkness.

A world where darkness reigns with gay impunity while evil spread its tentacles unabashed.

A world where darkness threatens all as powers beyond the comprehension of man threatens to eliminate all we know and holds dear.

In such a world, the only game left for all is survival, except…maybe…there are some chosen people somewhere, hiding beyond the darkness that can fight and liberate all…

Jezreel, a mighty angel saddled with the responsibility of preventing the impending doom chose three people to help salvage the destiny of humanity.

Michael, a gullible British scientist, Sharon, a quirky floundering young woman whose entire life is shroud in mystery and a sword-wielding believer, David, whose faith must endure the test of adversity. Would they succeed? Can love overcome darkness and eliminate the spirit of the power of the air?

Can love work its magic on a vengeful soul intent on revenge?

Can love conquer all?”

The novel is filled with twists and turns… I’m not going to review it but I’m glad it’s finally out of my hands, the cover was designed by my publisher, Arrow Gate Publishing. Editing and rewriting this novel was a great but exhausting experience, coupled with the fact that I’m totally in charge of a new company which demanded two hundred percent of my time!

I also have another company of three children (very demanding role) who needed their mama so I don’t really have the foggiest clue how I’ve been able and still able to pull things off! But I thank God for great family and friends who’ve supported me all the way!

I want to ask you my friends to help more, give a shout out about the release, the next few days and weeks would be hectic and fun-filled. There are lots of promotional buzz going on, my publisher, Arrow Gate have been wonderful.  I would update as things unfold!

My humble self was recently featured in a magazine interview by BBR production! It was an awesome experience and I’m profoundly grateful to Thomas J Belliza, check it out friends!

http://bbrproductions.com/MAH%2003.html#SeyiSandraDavid

Thank you all for your friendship, I value it deeply!!

Love always. 🙂

”I Am Here…”

English: A Syrian soldier aims an AK-47 assaul...

English: A Syrian soldier aims an AK-47 assault rifle from his position in a foxhole during a firepower demonstration, part of Operation Desert Shield. The soldier is wearing a Soviet-made Model ShMS nuclear-biological-chemical warfare masks. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Hamza ran blindly through the haze and dust, the only thought on his mind was the safety of his daughter. He had given up hope of ever finding his wife again but little Shafilea cannot save herself. He stopped briefly, turned, and saw the tank inching closer, the sound emanating from the massive weapon of destruction was akin to Leviathan, the indestructible beast of the sea.

Then there was a cry, he was now faced with a choice to either go back and face possible death or escape with his life. He chose his daughter. He went through the cloud of dust as cacophony of gunfire erupted from every side. Rebels and government forces were battling it out on the street of Aleppo and he was caught in the middle.

Aleppo was now like a  game of chess played by an obstinate ruler determined to crush every fledgling hope left for his people. He had vowed to trample on his own people like dust.

”Papa!” the voice of his three-year old daughter rang out shrilly from the rubble of their former home.

Hamza ran towards the sound and every step he took was a gamble, bullets whistled past his head but he kept on. Shortly before he got to her, there was a massive explosion which threw him about ten feet away. He landed with a hollow thud to the harsh ground soaked with blood of the innocent. Immediately, he stood up to his feet, his only mission, if it would be his last was to save his daughter.

Hamza’s face was blackened with blood and dust, his left eye was partially blind, but he trudged on. Miraculously, the sound of war ceased, he was blissfully unaware of it all. He had been shell-shocked by the sound of the blast and could not have heard a pin dropped.

He got to his house and with his bare hands, began to dig; tears rolled down his one good eye. One rebel saw it all and dropped his AK 47 assault rifle and joined him in the digging. Government soldiers’ also spotted the bold man whose only mission in life at that point was the safety of his beloved daughter and they stopped shooting as every pair of eyes focused on Hamza

”I am here,” he kept saying repeatedly, until they finally pulled his daughter out.

”Papa,” Shafilea rushed towards the badly wounded one-eyed man covered in blood and wept on his shoulder…

 

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Russia is the only country openly supporting the Syrian government while innocent people die daily. This short story is a tip of the iceberg, however,  I just want to force hope out of a  very disturbing situation. I’m writing this in the relative safety of my London home but I know several others are not so fortunate…

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The Listener’s Dilemma.

 

George Popa!

( Photo credit: George Popa)

”I stayed true to my first love,” Hannah’s soft voice droned on and I was held spellbound by the simple life she’d lived. A life of dedication in the face of outright betrayal.

”I fell in love the first time I saw Michael,” and her face soften at the memory with traces of a smile lurking at the corner of her mouth, ”my dad worked for the KGB then, he’s now retired, he was  absolutely furious when he knew I was dating ”an alien.”

My eyebrows shot up at the ‘alien bit’ and she laughed when she saw the expression on my face.

”A nonRussian is an alien to my dad,” she explained and continued, ”when it was obvious our relationship would face outright persecutions, we fled Russian and came to London, got married and life was good. It was rosy for the first five years and then the late nights began, I tried to question his erratic behaviors but the back of his hands was my reply.

I was on the edge of my seat and Hannah’s voice was becoming strained but I said nothing still, just listened.

”The trips to Ghana was a surprise at first, and then when it continued I became worried. Money was not our problem, I would have lived in Ghana if he wanted me to but he said no. Ten years later, still no kids and we were still married. You can imagine my frustration and failure that I couldn’t give my husband what he wanted. I left everything for him, my family, my friends… everything!

There was silence, it was as if she was reliving the horror of it all. I said nothing still.

”One of his friends came to our house one summer evening, as usual, he’d travelled, and he told me Michael was celebrating his tenth year wedding anniversary, he brought the family pictures as proof and my world fell flat. Michael had five children for his other wife, he’d built his family a beautiful house in Accra! When he came back, he had the gut to call me a barren woman.”

”Where is he now?” I finally found my voice.

”He’s gone to the office and you know what?”

”What?”

”I’m pregnant, at long last… and the beatings has stopped.”

”Have you forgiven him?”

”No, but I still love him which was why I wondered at the true meaning of love. I can’t leave him…I’m forty-five years old and I’m pregnant with my first child.”

”What about his other family? That’s bigamy! Are you okay with that too?”

”We don’t discuss it.”

”Do you think about it?”

She nodded and that was it, we heard the sound of a car pulling up at the drive way, that was my cue. I stood up and Hannah gave me a bear hug then asked, ”If you were in my shoes, what would you have done?”

I couldn’t answer her question. I left her house dumbfounded and sad at the same time, no wonder the poor woman thought love was non-existent!

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That was the concluding part of ‘The Listeners,’ I hope you like it!

Thanks for reading my post, love always:)

The Listeners…

Hannah

Hannah (Photo credit: Steve Wyper)

”Love has been misused several times, it’s kind of meaningless.” Hannah said, a wistful look in her blue eyes, she looked so sad and I wanted to hug her. But I know there are times you just listen and not say a word. Just been there was all Hannah needed at that time and I listened with rapt attention.

My heart broke into a million fragments by her tale, I felt the alien feeling of fear gripped my soul, how could she have kept quiet for so long, how did she manage to keep her sanity?

”I love him,” she was saying and a lump rose up in my throat, I wanted to cry and then like a rainbow on a grey sky she dropped the bombshell!

Who is Hannah? What is her story? Why does she hate the word love?

Stay tuned dear friends, I’ll be back… or better still, can anyone tell me the story of Hannah? Can you dig deep and find the right words?

I’ll be waiting dear friends!

Much love, always:)

Core…

Prominence Earth

Prominence Earth (Photo credit: Lights In The Dark)

 I watched with mouth agape at the volcanic eruption as earth spurted in anger.

‘What’s this? Why so much anger, so much stress?’

‘Because I’ve been so unfairly treated,’ said Mr. Earth,

‘By who?,’ I asked in fear.

‘By the sons of men,’ Mr. Earth replied with an ancient growl

that ruled the waves of the sea.

‘I’m tired of the bloodshed, the hunger and the tears of the innocent,

men raping women, children killing adults and babies,

evil abounds and I’m losing my patience

my core will spill out and it’s not going to be pretty.’

I was quiet, staring in disbelief as the rain of fire intensified

I’ll better run, I mused and found out my feet was glued

to the ground as lava moved stealthily towards me.

‘Only a change of heart can save your planet,’

Mr. Earth’s eerie voice receded into

darkness and I woke up!

It was all a dream…

The Journey

                                                Island. Guenter Kirchweger

(Photo credit: Guenter Kirchweger)

Roberto Cavalli’s eyes tried to adjust to the darkness, but it was difficult, the only sound which seemed to permeate the atmosphere was the clanging on the rail tracks. He tried to move his arms but it was as hopeless as trying to lift a mountain so he just gave up.

Soon, he heard a cough and tried to turn his head but a chuckle escaped him instead though it sounded like a plea for help. ”Why don’t you sleep Roberto, forget Isabella and the kids, God would take care of them,” a voice whispered shrilly in his head but he ignored it, there was no reason he’d give in to that tormenting spirit which made him jump in the first place.

”But, how I’m going to get out of here?” He asked out loud and was not expecting an answer, and then there was that cough again. What’s more, it was getting louder, so was the noise of the train, but he couldn’t move as a blinding light beamed on him.

Now, Roberto was sure he was no longer alone, the grating annoying sound on the gravel was unnerving. And ever so slowly, the head of a shrivelled old man appeared, his green eyes reminded Roberto of the eyes of his newborn son, Argento. The man peered down at him and cackled, his green eyes seemed to dance with delight.

”I don’t know how many people I’ll meet on the journey of my life, but I’m sure as hell proud to have known you! And you’re lucky I’m by your side today.”

”Who are you?” Roberto asked and winced in pain.

”I am Second Chance, SC for short, you lost your job and your house was repossessed, so you thought you’d end it all by jumping in front of a fast-moving train.”

Roberto watched through the corner of his eyes at another approaching train which was inching closer at each passing second.

”I did no such thing! I lost my footing!”

”Oh yes you did jump, you thought you’ve lost everything, yet you had everything.”

”Can you get me out of here?” Roberto asked, suddenly overcome with guilt, he didn’t want to die anymore.

”Yes, you only need to ask.” The old man said kindly.

”Please, help me!” Roberto begged, ”I’m in so much pain, don’t know how I could still speak.”

”I thought you’d never ask.”

And the man touched him and Roberto found himself back on the platform. He looked round wildly and saw a limping old man walking away, he wanted to run after him but changed his mind.

”You’re sure one lucky dude,” said the guy standing beside him before stepping into the district line train. Roberto stood rooted to the spot, what just happened to him?

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Life could be incredibly hard sometimes but losing hope and ending it all is not supposed to be an option. Thanks for reading my post!