Lyricool Liturgy Blog

𝙔𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙊𝙠𝙖𝙛𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙬 excerpt from "𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆'𝒔 𝑨𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒊" an unpublished novel by Samuel Thomas Jr. As soon as he subtly touched her, her body and hormones betrayed her. Passionate kisses and caresses ignited the wild fire of  adultery.  "I still love you Omawumi. Nothing has changed." Charles whispered into her ears and planted a kiss on her forehead. This made her feel special and loved again.  They both knew what they were doing was wrong. She wanted to stop, he wanted to stop too, but they were enthralled. Before they knew it, they were panting and engrossed in hot steamy sex. Apparently, she would have quickly headed home to her husband as soon as she could but Charlie's warmth embrace made her linger for some more. It's obvious that she'd rather stay were she's loved and revered than head home to toxicity.   She laid beside him and robbing his chest affectionately, his heartbeat g...

The way to the lecture theater was marauded with 100 level students of the faculty of Biological Sciences . Few seconds after I and Oluwaseun settled down, the lecturer got in and locked the entrance.  "Good morning class" the lecturer greeted.  "Good morning sir" some of us chorused while others shouted,  "Good morning uncle.."  "I want to set a record straight.  Listen and listen carefully.  I see that some of you are clowns here, well, my class is not a circus.  Once I'm in this class no one comes in or leaves, except I permit him/her to do so. The moment you are seated in my class, I become the Alpha and Omega.  If you are here to waste your time, then waste yours not mine or that of your serious course mates.  I'll make life hard for all the hard guys and hard babes. Flow with me and we'll all be fine.  Your parents or sponsors paid your tuition fees so that you'd pay attention, listen and learn, but you don't have...

 Maybe one day I'll be able to tell you about my journey up north - Katsina to write an examination in a night bus.  It was when Boko Haram started. I was the only Christian on the bus. Deep into our voyage, someone at the back seat started a conversation about religion. I got really scared when I discovered we had extremists on board. They said very awful stuff.  But someone in the bus opposed them, he was their brother. They shut him up and threatened to slay him beside the road if he dared say anything.  I sat quietly with my tail between my legs,  silently praying and hoping that my looks or inability to speak Hausa fluently (then) won't betray me.  "What if they ask you, who are you?" I asked myself. "Will you lie and deny your true identity?" When we got to Malumfashi at about 10:00pm, I was stranded because I didn't know my way and the network was so bad that I couldn't reach my host.  To make things worse, my phone's battery ran down (you...