Stranded At Santum Close (5)

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Even such is time, which takes in trust

Our youth, our joy, and all we have,

And pays us but with age and dust;

Who in the dark and silent grave,

When we have wandered all our ways,

Shuts up the story of our days:

Apart from which earth, and grave, and dust,

The Lord shall raise me up, I trust.

Linda repeated Sir Walter Ralegh‘s poem ‘Epitaph’ over and over again as she watched the body of her assailant self-combust. It all started with a strange shadow falling in front of her snarling attacker, who fell down immediately and began to shake uncontrollably, foaming in the mouth. She struggled to release herself but it was futile, she persisted and only succeeded in falling back, hitting her head on the tiled floor. She gritted her teeth in frustration, staring hard at the ceiling and wondered what she would do next and that was when she began to choke.

Linda dragged herself away slowly, so she could see what was happening and her heart stopped in her mouth, her attacker had been reduced to ashes, save for his lower limbs and shoes, he was burnt out. She whimpered as she struggled feverishly, rolling to her side, she managed to stand to her feet but with her hands still tied back, it was very painful. Sweating profusely, Linda refused to look at the ashes on the floor, the only thing on her mind was freedom.

Outside, a  little girl skipped along the slippery sidewalk, her long blonde hair dancing with the wind, her short, pleated skirt swirled around her knees. The smell of rain and rotting leaves hung heavily in the air. She stopped suddenly and a chuckle escaped her pink lips when she saw a black BMW parking beside her.

She stared at the shrivelled old man on the back seat.

Bernstein Joel Bonnke tried to smile but it ended in a grimace and he put his bony hands on his parched lips, he knew that he looked awful.

The driver of the BMW got out, a tall, lean, bony man with bushy eyebrows. The man opened the door for Bernstein, who stepped out like royalty, his eyes still firmly trained on the girl, who curiously, was still staring at him. The leafy street was deserted at that time of the day, it was mid afternoon, and Bernstein was glad for the privacy.

He approached the inquisitive little girl, a fixed smile on his gaunt face.

‘How are you my lady?’

‘I am fine, you don’t look well, are you ill?’ she asked, her blue eyes searching Bernstein’s face. And he felt uncomfortable under her piecing gaze, his visit to London was meant to be a quick one, he doesn’t want to leave any trace or clues if he could help it.

‘Yes my dear, old age is my disease,’ he answered smoothly and reached for her head, she allowed him ruffled her hair for a few seconds, then without warning,  a chill went through his body, it was akin to an electric current. He removed his hand quickly and scampered away, his body guards glared at the girl but she was unperturbed. She watched as they all entered the last house on the street, she could not move and her eyes never left the end of terrace house.

‘Amber!’

Someone called her, and she turned her attention to the petite woman standing on the front porch of the house across the street, it was her mother. She skipped towards her, there was a wild look on her face.

‘Mama, are you okay?’ Amber asked anxiously.

There was no sound and her mother later screamed in reply. Amber turned to look at what had upset her so. What she saw turned her blood to ice.

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Gordon held his sons close, the tears refused to fall. He was still in shock. He had just come in from the police station. The police had interviewed him all night, and they had interrogated each of his sons as well, though they stated blandly that they were merely following procedures but Gordon knew better. The bullet that killed his twenty-three year old son was the exact replica of the bullets he used for his semi automatic assault rifle. He was mourning for his son, praying that his wife would return home safely and trying to prove his innocence and that of his sons.

It was a horrible way to live.

Luke, Gabriel, and Peter moved away from their father’s embrace, the tragedy of Eliza’s death was still fresh and with the police breathing down their necks, they were practically living in hell. The police seemed to be hounding them than pitying them.

Luke stood up and went to his room, he’d hardly spoken a word since he heard the news. Gabriel stood up and sauntered to the window, then turned back abruptly and said with clenched teeth,

‘You caused these entire problems dad! If mom hadn’t disappeared, Eliza would still be alive now!’

Gordon thought about Gabriel’s accusations and replied calmly,

‘Eliza’s death had nothing to do with your mother’s disappearance. I believe he was killed because of the contents of your mother’s diary.’

‘How do you mean?’ asked Gabriel shrewdly, his dowdy appearance further heightened by the stubble on his jaw. At twenty, his life peaked too soon. He bagged a first class honours degree in Engineering from the University of York but sadly, was not keen to do anything else but smoke cannabis all day, a habit that had put him at loggerheads with his mother. Gordon also suspected that Gabriel was jealous of Eliza’s success.

Eliza was running his property business, and doing a good job of it. After college, he had refused to go to the University; rather, he had leached on to him, following him to auctions. Within months, Eliza had bought three properties, renovated the houses, and made a profit of more than three hundred thousand pounds.

Gordon was a proud father.

‘There were some things in your mother’s diary that Eliza saw, I was certain he was shocked when he did. He gave the diary to me and shortly after that, he was killed.’

‘Where’s the diary?’ Gabriel asked quietly.

‘I have given it to the police,’ Gordon said carefully, looking at his son, ‘they believe the contents of the diary was behind the death of Eliza and could be behind your mother’s disappearance, hopefully, the diary would clear our names.’

Gabriel locked eyes with his father, and Gordon shuddered with fear. It was the cold, ruthless eyes of a killer.

Who in heaven’s name is Gabriel Leonhard! Gordon thought with a deep sigh, he wondered when the nightmare would end.

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My publisher, Arrow Gate, has indicated their interest in this story, so I am afraid, this would be the last post on this story! But if anyone is interested to know more about the mystery and intrigue surrounding the Leonhard’s family and the grotesque Bernstein Joel Bonnke, you can subscribe to my newsletter and when the novel is released next summer, you’ll be the first to get a copy.

NP: July has been a special month for me, I signed up for WordPress on 17th of July, 2012 and my first post was on the 31st of July 2012. So it’s exactly a year ago that I started this blog, although I didn’t start serious blogging until mid October, it’s been a great journey so far. I have made great friends and didn’t regret starting this blog.

I also celebrated 13 years of wedded bliss to my sweet husband Kay! It’s been a great month!! (He refused to have his picture taken, he’s so shy! 🙂 ) I hope you all had something to celebrate… the gift of life!!!

I love and respect you all, you’re all awesome!

Much love, always!

🙂

Shadows In The Spring

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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost,
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots cannot be reached by the frost,
.. from the ashes a fire shall be woken,
a light from the shadows shall spring.
Renewed shall be the blade that was broken.
The crownless again shall be king.”

By J.R.R Tolkien

I saw this quote on FB and it rang shrilly in my mind all day! The words are deep and in a way, I found the words hopeful, I hope you do too because everything is not as it seems, sometimes what you perceived to be a problem might actually be a blessing in disguise! My only wish for you this week my friends –  is strength, I hope you’ll have the strength to accomplish what you set out to do.

Have a fruitful and eventful week filled with love and laughter!

Your friend,

Seyi Sandra David. 🙂

A Place Of Rest…

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A place of rest is a place of freedom

Where you eat with contentment.

Where peace flowed unhindered

And shames are banished away.

A place of rest is where hope is found

Skipping with the legs of a deer

On the clear lake of renewal.

Where darkness flee with fear and

Love plays in the open.

A place of rest is when mankind stop

the madness of war.

When babes and toddlers juggle with delight in the sun…

When the smile of old men mingle with the chuckle of the maidens.

Harvested Field

A place of rest is when harvest is not hampered

by the roars of the terrible.

And where men love truly and women’s breast flow with the milk of kindness.

Freedom does not only give rest… It also gives peace.

But remember, freedom and independence means just one thing,

Responsibility!

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To all my American friends and others around the world, have a nice 4th of July and happy independence day! I firmly believe that finding rest lay solely with us – it might seem preposterous but guys, it’s true. Only you, can put your mind at rest. Looking around you, might expose what is not working, but do remember that we live in an imperfect word!

NP: Arrow Gate publishing just released a press release about my novel, ‘The Feet Of Darkness,’ Please click on this link http://uk.prweb.com/releases/thefeetofdarkness/arrowgatepublishing/prweb10879291.htm , share and do like Arrow Gate on Facebook here: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Arrow-Gate-Publishing-Ltd/439011756170290 and follow on twitter, https://twitter.com/arrowgatebooks

Thanks for that friends!

Much Love, always! Don’t forget – live well.

🙂

Lonely Humans!

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(Photo Credit: Vasilio)

Our loves entwined

Our fate predictable…

We are one!

From one golden tower

From the root of life itself,

We grew.

Bear my pain, end our grudge

Strengthen our faith

Swallow our shame

Rekindle our love.

We are one!

We belong together…

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This picture speaks volume on its own. It reminded me of us – humans, we are from the same source, we need not be lonely. We belong together and the sooner we know that, the better for us. We can set ourselves apart, using all sorts of barriers – race, religious, ethnicity etc. But there is no denying that we are HUMANS and we do belong together!

Thanks for reading and do have a fantastic week!

Much love, always. 🙂

Singing With Angels

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Isn’t he cute?

Eyes bright, face beautifully made up

With chocolate.

No care in the world.

He’s my angel for this weekend

I’m gonna sing with him!

Hope you’ll find yours too!

Have a beautiful weekend dear friends!!

Much love, always! 🙂 🙂

Inner Peace…

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(Photo credit: Marabelo)

I sat by the lake and the wind caressed my face.

I played with my hands and listened to nature.

I surrounded myself with quietness.

The Lake lady appeared.

She sat beside me and asked,

‘Are you troubled?’

‘No, I’m not,’

I replied with a vigorous shake of my head.

‘I was looking for peace,’ I added.

‘Only you can give yourself peace,’ She said

‘Yeah, I know and now I have it,’ I told her.

‘It’s noisy out there,’ she observed, and her eyes looked sad.

‘I don’t allow the noise get to me, I have found my peace.’ I said.

‘You’re the lucky one,’

‘There’s no such thing as luck, I decide to be at peace with myself

and the world I live in. It’s a beautiful world, I only need to open my eyes

and see.’

We listened to the sound of the lake.

And the mountains whisper,

‘Peace.’

This ‘poetic thought’ is symbolic, I hope you can get the true meaning. A place of peace is very easy. You’re the master of your destiny, you decide what course your life takes. You can have peace, if you want.

Have a nice weekend dear friends… Live well!

Much love, always. 🙂

You Can Be The Light!

Sun, God and Humans!

When darkness seems to engulf all around you.

You can be the light

When your heart beat rapidly like a Banjo drum.

You can be the light

When all thoughts of courage are far between.

You can be the light

When hopes, seems to fade into oblivion.

You can be the light.

In the midst of gloom and despair.

You can be the light

In the midst of darkness and tyranny.

You can be the light.

When you are the light,

your life, and path are secured.

Many times, I’ve looked to others to do something about a situation or things I find appalling, and when  I realise nobody is willing to do anything, I step in! I’m generalizing here. Aptly put,  what I’m trying to say is this, we can make a change… Things can get better if everyone puts in their quota to make this world a better place. Just a kind word, a smile, little coins here and there, can actually make a huge difference.

Have a pleasant, stress free weekend everyone… Here in the UK, we’re having a long weekend, there ‘s a bank holiday on Monday! (wooohooo!)

Live well dear friends.

Much love, always!

🙂

The Living Force!

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Claps of thunder ripped through the clear sky,

I shuddered at your feet, Majesty,

I bowed my head in

Utmost reverence.

I searched your face for clues of acceptance,

My heart broke into a thousand songs,

Ancient melodies escaped from my upturned mouth.

I turned to look and saw flashes of light danced through the morning sky.

You stood close to me and I gazed deep into the pool of your beauty!

You took me by the hand and whispered,

”My name is love, if only your kind have me in abundance,

How safe would your world be… How enduring! How peaceful.”

And you were gone, my heart pressed after you and I realised

A beautiful truth, ‘I have love in me.’

Do you?

There is always one message in my novels, before I write, I usually have a clear potent message I want to pass across, and I think all writers are preachers, we don’t just write in abstract, without meaning or purpose. My message in ‘The Feet Of Darkness’ is all about love, forgiveness, faith and hope.

Clues of this ‘thought plan’ as I call them abound in the novel. Why not go over to Amazon and read the first or so chapters, if you like it, give it a like and if you want to read more, you can buy it. You don’t need to have a kindle, you can read on your laptops, tablets, phones and iPad! You can click on the image of the novel on my sidebar or click on this link;

http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Feet-Of-Darkness-ebook/dp/B00BJ6LJHC/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1362059177&sr=1-1#reader_B00BJ6LJHC

The second edition of the paperback will be out on second week in March and then there’s going to be a big party!!!

I love and appreciate you all!

🙂

Love’s Glorious Reign!

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‘Love is slow to suspect but quick to trust.

Slow to condemn but quick to justify; slow to offend but quick to defend.

Slow to expose but quick to shield; slow to reprimand but quick to emphasise;

Slow to belittle but quick to appreciate; slow to provoke but quick to help.

Slow to demand but quick to give; slow to revenge but quick to help.

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I hope everyone had a glorious Valentine celebration yesterday! I sure did, I couldn’t even lift the lid of my laptop, I was that busy. My office had an avalanche of calls, I was inundated with unforseen circumstances which demanded my utmost attention! It was around midnight when I finally saw the tip of my nose. I’d prepared a fantastic post, which unfortunately now seemed belated. But like I used to say, love should be celebrated daily not once a year, though it’s commendable to us as humans that we actually set a day aside to celebrate love. I read the above poem on ‘Word For Today’ and I’m sure it aptly described what love truly embodies.

I wish everyone love, peace and blessings, not just on Valentine’s day. May love continually reign in our lives!

🙂

A Child’s Heart.

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Funny Chinese Child Playing Boy (Photo credit: epSos.de)

 If children live with
criticism, they learn to condemn.

If children live with hostility, they learn to
fight.

If children live with fear, they learn to be
apprehensive.

If children live with pity, they learn to feel
sorry for themselves.

If children live with ridicule, they learn to feel
shy.

If children live with jealousy, they learn to feel
envy.

If children live with shame, they learn to feel
guilty.

If children live with encouragement, they learn
confidence.

If children live with fairness, they

learn justice.

If children live with security, they learn

have faith.

If children live with tolerance, they learn
patience.

If children live with praise, they learn
appreciation.

If children live with acceptance, they learn to
love.

If children live with approval, they learn to like
themselves.

If children live with recognition, they learn it is
good to have a goal.

If children live with sharing, they learn
generosity.

If children live with acceptance and friendship, they learn

to find love in the world.

                                            Dorothy Law Nolte.

I read this poem over and over again. Imagine a world where children live free from fear, when they grow up, they would impact the same to their children and the world would be a better place indeed!

Thank you for reading my post dear friends.

Love always:)