The Chronicles Of A Legal Penguin

The car is slow anyway.It slows down some more because of the bumps in the road .The owner of the car is Pelumi; the steering wheel seems grouchy,grouchy like its owner.Then he stops at the antartic,the grouchy fellow is fortunate as his fellow Penguins is right there.Tossing their heads up and down as they run their black and white skin through the tip of his hands -seems like their emperor penguin is around,so no dull moment.Already he has taken out an apple pie from his pocket; he shares it among them to show that he admires their condescension and affability.

Even if Malia had not seen Pelumi and his fellow Penguins in her dreams, no one would have doubted the fact that she wet her ink and have her dreamy adventure posted on some American Billboard.Like the way those Penguins spend half of their lives both on land and in the sea,Victor has his hands on every Lawyering pie.Appears quiet but can sift through minds like some yam flour sieve.

He hops in his car; it seems the car is not going to go any slower as before.The Penguinic liquor has replaced the petrol in the car’s petrol tank, so what else? He stops at the Faculty of Law,University of Ibadan.The car is already out of sight, some Penguinic wind hide it under that refreshing tree at the back of the general office.As if he cares, the grouchy fellow dashes to the large classroom that everyone would kiss first before seeing the faculty of law in reality… Eyes down,glasses hanging on his eyes down too as he settles for the back seat in the classroom.Of course,it is time to feast on Law textbooks – Everybody! Stand back.His countenance tells that reddest tale.

Malia Williams; for fifteen hours a day, she would work like a countenance detector that navigates through the outward and inward actions of people.she gets paid well to cover all the basics; knowing the right persons that fits in with her values through navigation,that’s her precious pay.Unfortunately,that navigation fails her umpteen times because of deformation; she discerns the outward actions accurately but camouflage pours yam flour in her cassava flakes in uncountable times.That is what you get when you try to read everyone’s mind; such gross impossibility.

The Penguin dream flashes in her memory when a middle sized paper surfaces on her right hand; it has ‘TeamPenguin’ written boldly on it,some political fireworks.Who is TeamPenguin? So she thought.Her own thoughts fades into the background as Willy screams ‘Penguin’ from the back of the class. I heard Pelumi screams ‘ Donkey’ to Willy, some eatable catchphrase that Pelumi makes his naughty course mates chew when they misbehave. Is Pelumi actually TeamPenguin? Pelumi meets Malia’s gaze,he is not being patronising but it is her moment to shine.She mutters Penguin faintly and twists her index finger to some Penguin taste,like a thought-provoking caricature.I know it is a cliche to say he smiles with the hollow space in his teeth but he did smile with his teeth when he drowns himself in Malia’s mimics.

Law101 is not going to hold anymore; One hour and fifty minutes is far spent and the lecturer is no where to be found.Every road leads to Law Library.Pelumi clenches his teeth as he feels the class slide,he catches Law fever somehow.He takes a deep breath, relaxes his jaw and packs his Law textbooks cum jotter in his middle aged backpack. Actually,he packs the textbooks in his bag but in reality,it is nearly arranged in his brain.Malia’s jotter and Law textbooks is laid out along with fresh black and red pens, all ready for her in the library.The grouchy fellow heads for the upper library, the one that harbours those aged English Law reports.The air seems coolest at this time,you would think it promises tranquility but some bird – like people is already chattering away right beside her.The rustle of papers from behind grabs her attention.Hence the rustle comes from the masculine hands of Pelumi.Does someone inflicted with Law fever rebels that much ? Law fever rebels to the extent of dragging Pelumi from upstairs to litter Malia’s ears.Her intention: Clasp the Nigerian Law reports in Pelumi’s hands and question his cat-like actions; Logical meowing that disturbs her peace.The scenic structure of the Library reflects at her and he does not care.His ladened backpack hangs over his back,black ear piece blocks his ears on behalf of him and he walks out of the library; those accessories knows their position already,how funny.

Pelumi is in fact a Judge in the students’ world.The day he becomes a Judge or probably a great Lawyer in the outside world is really going to count.The day he takes an oath to value our legal system and believe it with the core of his being.The day he starts paying due regard to our legal system but in a different twist,a Penguinic twist.Independent, bright, unique and committed twist; attributes you would find in Penguins.

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From The Depth Of Your Heart

Dear _

There are  circumstances in life that would make you sift through a number of emotions.Emotions that would tell one stories about moving on to  a faster pace of life.Emotions that would make your head deflate so that you can figure out the right persons.Emotions that would twist your hair around your index finger to tell you that the Sky is not as blue as you think.They are really a hard nut to crack.Maybe or Maybe not, you would have to face any of these emotions, all of them or probably you are not a good observer.The thing is,you need strategies so that your heart would not turn out to be a mere yam flour sifter but a solver.

Have you ever thought of it? Brushing Off your important emotions with Mechanical Analysers? You know, these circumstances really shimmers and dances in my heart. I know it is crazy but the more I try to retreat from it, the more it edges me closer and closer. Someone who could not even get his head straight , map out quality time and fix his emotions without any radiation, how do you think such person could get on with people with the whole of his/her heart? It is not possible to drag your feet to Puzzles and finds answers to it with an half heart;missing Puzzles/emotions that proves too hard to solve in your life. You need  to think straight,lie doggo in the realm of your thoughts and have your whole heart clenched together in order to fix your life. Do you think you are fortunate to Scream out your needs to God like a saint in a minute and the next minute, you are twerking and dancing to sin because the Lord has answered your prayers? Even though you were able to get it, you did not get it.Why? You didn’t request for it having the sender in your mind totally. If I have a time capsule, I would just bury these words in it  ‘Maybe you were just fortunate that time, you may be unlucky in future. Guide your heart.Love with your whole heart so that you can have it all’

Maybe or Maybe not,it is not a strategy to you but whatever it is, do things from your heart.Like and Love people from the depth of your heart(If you can’t love or like,don’t hate; It is really crazy to smile at your friend/family whenever you are with him/her and smirk after they leave) and Work from the depth of your heart.Only then can you find answers and pathways to that confused road/emotions.

Yours Sincerely,

MarieSparkle©

The Hour Between Dog And Wolf

In life,everyone battles with dark hours.Of course,no one can tell me that their darkest hour has been sold off or they are too special to witness it.You wrestle with one and I pally with one,the only thing that edges me out from you is that our vision can not become unclear at once .Take it or leave it, no one would be there for you at that point. 

The  hour is going to hit your head very hard.Please do not run into the deep blue sea,you are not going to some crazy exile.I am very sure that there has been a time in your life when you had to challenge yourself to stupor,as though you were the main speaker in a public speaking event, ‘what is my purpose in life?’ ,’is she really my friend?, ‘am I really walking through the right path?’…..They say,Life is a crazy ride.Of course,you have to be really crazy at one time or even umpteen times in your life before you can ride the crest of life.

Trust me,you can only have two lifelines,that is your shadow and your creator.The best lifeline one can ever have is One’s Creator.Why? Shadows has no authority to change anything about one,it is just a powerless replica of one.You kill,it kills too.You bang your head repeatedly against the door,it does that too.It follows you around like a fool without any initiative to carve remedies.Your Creator is the only trusted ally that can be your searchlight in the darkest hour.

Trust you had the time of your life?

Marietta sparkles™

Forbidden Cravings 

Everyone always strive to be happy and of course, most of us often dab that cream of enthusiasm on our heartbeat especially when we hit the jackpot.Amalia did not stop at that, she wanted her boyfriend, Kyle  to smother that kind of smile that toothpaste advertisers like on billboards.

The undefiled bed became defiled because they wanted to embroider their twin smiles.The two incompatible souls had  etched  violently on the other even though the landscape of relationship between them burnt into ashes eventually.The breakup, hurts and pregnancy clutched a pink pillow against their chests because they missed something. A person who ditches the one who gave him/her an heart that beats for an heartbeat will slowly run out of an heart that practically beats.

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Dear Future H

Dear _

Do I need to garnish my words with any pleasantries? I guess No.I might not be straight with everything but my words is usually sandwiched with frankness.I meant you can never miss road clues while trying to the cross the bridge of figuring my words out.First, let’s not just bump into each other because it is compulsory but because divine intuition led us.

Headache? You cannot have one. I am not a boarding student vulnerable to dishing out list of convenience goodies and sweetened pecans .We are following God’s standard ‘The two shall become one’ that is, we would support each other …so I buy goodies,you buy pecans… anyone of us can buy the two preferably too. so….No one would break the spinal cord of the other.We cannot die before posterity start hailing our sweet sweats.

Let’s do something grand after the courtship stuff but do not run into debt. God’s constitution did not state that one should overstep one’s boundaries.Let’s not disrespect each other after everything.Respect is Reciprocal.It would intensify love and harmony.

I do not promise you that everything would always be beautiful and all neither do I assure you of 0% hurts .I am not that perfect but I hope we would be able to arrange our flaws in a waste bin and abandon it. My hands is itching me already…..I am not an ardent fan of long letters and talks……

Bye till we would have to meet.

 Just Me  

No one else.          

Brighter Days Ahead

Hello 2018,

It is not that I have applied a blusher or something but right now, I can’t just believe you are right by my side..My hands seems like hugging my face evenly.Today is  31st December, my intuitive watch tells me that you would land in my heart and our very presence in a moment. Hey guys,we were able to survive up till this moment not because we possess the best disposition in the world or we are too important to the world, it is because the ladder of God’s grace in our lives is limitless.

2017 was really an adventurous Journey yet formidable.It was garnished with beautiful minds who would even smile and correct my excesses beautifully, I was a good student anyway.It is not a new stuff but you know golden people should be appreciated with words dripping with gold.Hurdles were the order of the day and it packed in my head as though I was a packing horse.It seems like a die-hard affair…I told it loud and clear that it is not beautiful enough to compete with God’s purpose for my life and others.I am not a Jester,that’s actually what it is like when you are practically tired of something and all of a sudden, you regained strength again.

I didn’t realise I was being dramatic all along until I discovered something.Like to ask me what it was? That every hurdles grand finale or semi final is like a secret whisper telling you that ‘Come on..you can do better than this ‘.It tells you that the race on earth and heaven that you are taking like a baby’s pap is becoming more competitive…You need to gain more skills since there are still brighter Days ahead of you. Hey 2018? Welcome to our world … We need to know each other more.I hope we can get along.

Yours Sincerely 

Marie sparkle™

Happy new year in advance 

Ounce Of Faith

 

The Waters roll in waves

with strength and passion 

Even the wind blows in an

Unimaginable way

Fighting off the air with the

Pounds of its strength 

When the light never ceases

to build its nest 

On people’s hearts 

The dark waxes stronger and

Stronger like Goliath

 never ceases to take a step

never hesitates to take a stroll

Even its footsteps presses a

no-way button

Good things strikes a step 

Bad things take a step

Even when there is in fact

no staircase to tread

Because they cling onto their 

hearts and heads

They were able to close their eyes

and rub on their steps

Your heart is your staircase 

Your heart is an elevator 

where you can infact

Lay your feet

Just an ounce of faith

Just an Ounce of faith

An Oceans of faith

Will drive you 

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Goodbye Mr Black 


Mr Black is that clingy thing around the neck of us . It is the pieces of Almighty Formula that one had to Christen ‘mighty’ because it cracks one up.When I was still a little child,I had no slightest idea of what curiosity meant.My thoughts was always angled towards the fact that since curiosity kills the monkey,it kills everyone.It has always been like that from the word go! It is kind of scary….It can’t change!…It was the idea of someone that has gone through the forests of life way ahead of me…. What an inexperienced person I was?

As days waved as they passed by me,I had to scrub that faulty idea.The air of optimism,confidence and creativity fanned my cheeks out of the blue.It whispered to me that Curiosity is a two-way Street: Make Street, Mind Nigeria and Mar Street,Heart Nigeria.Make or Mar street? It all depends on you.Instincts came from on high and exclaimed ‘Keep your knees bent and lean forward slightly.That’s the idea’.

I am neither the darling of curiosity nor the master of Creativity hub yet this phenomena held onto me like a star-crossed lover.For the first time,I was able to embrace the idea of Socrates ‘Man,know thyself’ ….I was dug up to the extent that self discovery and self assessment began to rustle and creak like papers and seats in my mind.All of a sudden,I found myself in an imaginary hot seat heating up like a boiling ring ….I had started gulping feast of parboiled questions before I could even get over that heat.Do you know what you are? What mirror are you? Do you know where the universe resides?

Unfortunately,I could not answer those questions. What is all this? uh? How come I don’t know what I was?.It was then I remembered a mind therapy that one of my intellectual friends would always hammer away each time we chitchat every now and then.If you should ever look up and find yourself lost,simply take a breath and start over.Retrace your steps and go back to the purest place in your heart,where your hope lives.You will find your way again.Ta-da! That’s the spirit! It really worked.T hanks to Moving me quotes. I discovered that I was kidnapped by Mr Black,he was the reason I could not even picture an ounce of myself.Here,Mr Black literally signifies Darkness,lack of will….. Believe me,you can’t achieve anything worthwhile in this world without the sheer strength of will.If you can’t find who you are now,Spin wildly~~“`~“ Search for it `|||you need it to survive.

Since then,I did not bulge no matter how hard Mr Black tried.I teed the crap out of him.He had no option other than to clear out from me in quick fashion.I was just getting started,I never hesitated to bid him farewell:

‘I was really close to tears when you hugged me tightly on that very first time we met.The moon seems accommodating that even the sun envied it.I really thought I would have this happen forever.But then,I have promised my dear self not to be pathetic any more.I have laid it to my heart that I would only focus on permanent and positive things.I won’t just cling onto anything that spreads its hands towards me reaching out for me.I would be more careful.You never taught me that…Did you? Let’s not meet again.Goodbye Mr Black…Adieu undetermined and disorganized mind.Come back,Fortified Africa



Oeuvre of Marie sparkle™

It was the tale of me and you who wants to make everything around us beautiful.Minds that does not act like butterflies that flutter for a day and think it is forever.

Bye for now.


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