RAT – Finding a Pet

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I heard scratching noise in my room a few days ago.  I thought it was my imagination playing up (You see, I have recently been hearing my phone ring despite it being on silence.) I listened, closed my eyes and tried to shut out every sound except the scratching noise. I could hear my heart beat though and I could hear my thoughts (I have always found it hard to shut that one up, she’s a mouthful).

I heard the sound again, I moved, it stopped. I stayed really still and it started again. I started river dancing around my room, trying to get as close to the noise as I could. I discovered it came from the shelf beside my bed. I moved the bed and waited. Didn’t have to wait for long before the culprit showed her face. She stood there, stared at me for a split second and ran under the bed. I raised the bed and saw it at the far corner. She was too far, I couldn’t reach her. She ran back to the shelf.

Days of chasing rats, big smelly ones in Nigeria came back to me. This should be easy I thought. It’s an English rat for Christ sake, it won’t have the manoeuvring skills of escaping collision with whispering mortars like the rats back home. I deliberated a little when I saw it make a dash for my pile of shoes.

I was alarmed,” not the pile of shoes,” I cried.

For beside the pile of shoes is a stack of travelling bags. Now those bags contain important items like shoes never been worn, new bags, new clothes that have never caressed the contours of my beautiful body and books that have never been fed to my weary eyes. Now if this rat took one more step near those bags, I was going to be a very angry, out of breath twenty something year old woman.

So I moved my ass and gave the stack of shoes a shove and yippee there was an umbrella, a formidable weapon, not as good as a Nigerian broom or a mortar but adequate enough to do some damage to a trespassing visitor. All the while, I left my door open so that if I was unable to send the rat to the great beyond, it would have an escape route far away from my treasures and we wouldn’t have to do the atilogu dance where I chase it to a corner of the room and she runs to the next.

I saw it between my boots and my very new canvas from Dorothy. Now that is a shoe, I would not in a million years think a splash of rat blood would do any good to. So, I compromise, hesitated for a while and the rat made a run for it. Unfortunately it escape destination which is my basement was shut and by the time it made a u turn to come back to my cosy room, I had recovered from my freeze and sprang to action.

Cornering it between my umbrella and the wall. I saw the tail moving and I sat there looking. I couldn’t move because the rat would run. This is the part where I should catch it by the tail, take it out and smash it really hard on the hard concrete, then use my broom to finish the job before I throw the limb body over the fence. Unfortunately,  I couldn’t, because experience had taught me that rat tails do have a way of slipping off your fingers and apart from that I was already too conscious of the possible bacteria living on it tail but I had no paper or tissue to hold the tail up. Well I improvised. ( yiii genius) I used the cloth part of the umbrella to hold the rat tail.


It was so cute I couldn’t kill it. So I went in to the kitchen and I found a watched out jam jar. I threw the rat in it and made a hole on the top, that way she could breath.  I think I like her. I may actually keep her. What if I can’t keep a dog because I am not officially settled and it would be unfair to the dog to build attachment with me only to be left behind when my expiring date kicks in, at least I can keep a rat.

This rat can do all the rattish taunts like standing on two feet and cleaning her mouth with her two front hands, I love her already. Now is there anyone out there who knows how to care for a rat?

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I felt the cold first and then I saw it standing like a snowman at my door, brighter than a snowman. It looked like a ghost; Fiona said they look like snowmen without orange nose and black buttons. It walked towards me; I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand. My head felt heavy. I tried to scream but my mouth couldn’t form any sound. I was sure I was dying. I didn’t want to die, at least not before I could taste the chocolate cake mother kept in the fridge last night.

It moved to the table. The cold started to get worse. I couldn’t feel my toes.  I mentally blamed my numb toes on my refusal to wear my green socks. I could see its eyes now: they were brown. They seemed to be talking. I tried to say something, to ask what it wanted from me but I couldn’t. My tongue glued my mouth.

Then I heard a whisper, it came with the cold breeze through the window…

“Quick, we’ve got to go”

It heard the whisper too, for it looked at the open window for a second, then back at me. It stretched it hand towards my face. I tried to scream but I still couldn’t open my mouth or move any part of my body.

The whisper again

“Let’s go Janelle”

It drew back,


It floated through the window knocking off my castle. With it went the cold and the heavy metal on my chest. I screamed and opened my eyes. Alas, it was a dream!

A dream but the window was still open and my castle lay scattered beside my bed. This was the first of many more to come.

Birthday Gift

My birthday was some days ago and I had a lot of people, things, issues and situations add colour to the day. One of the things was this lovely poem Eddywrites wrote specially for me on my birthday.

If wishes were fishes,
slippery and quick.
If they spat shocks,
like straight-faced eels.
If I’d have to dive,
deep into the sea’s belly.
And catch one,
to make mine come through..

I’ll grow claws,
and buy an oxygen mask.
I’ll wear rubber gloves,
to help me on my task.
I’ll find me that eel,
maybe the most slippery..
If that wish,
is for me to see you,
and hold you,
and wish you a happy birthday.
and give you kisses,
and strawberry hugs.
and watch you smile,
as streams of sunlight,
flow from your face.

I’ll find the bloody eel.
Heaven knows I will.

Costs of Abortion

Costs of Abortion
There are usually many reasons for abortions. Some people consider these reasons good enough while others think there can never be a good enough reason to consider abortion. The good reasons for abortion is probably why it has been legalized in many countries like the U.S and UK. Some of the reasons people consider good reasons may include:

• Rape.
• Health conditions of the mother.
• Health conditions of the foetus.

Though abortion may be a way out where there is no other way, it still leaves some side effects which have to be dealt with. The cost of aborting may be higher than what you think. Emotional and psychological effects are more common than the potential physical side effects and they can range from mild regret to more serious complications like depression.

It is important to talk to a professional who can address your questions and discuss your concerns before and after the abortion. The emotional side effects following an abortion will vary from woman to woman and the circumstance of the pregnancy. Women who are aborting their first pregnancy usually suffer more serious complications. Some women often report a great sense of relief after an abortion because tensions have been high ever since pregnancy was suspected and now it is over.

Some of the costs of abortion are:
1. Emotional deadening: This is either feeling less in touch with emotions or feeling a need to stifle emotions.
2. Increased tendency toward anger or rage.
3. Guilty feeling.
4. Recurrent Nightmares.
5. Depression at the sight of babies and pregnant women.
6. Deep mourning and regrets: particularly difficult times are the date the baby was due and the anniversary of the abortion.
7. Fear of others learning of the abortion or a greater sense of fear for unknown reasons.
8. Fear of unknown damage to the womb
9. Greater feelings of loneliness or isolation.
10. Great sense of loss.
11. Less self confidence.
12. Greater difficulty in maintaining or developing relationships.
13. Increased or began use of drugs or alcohol.

These costs of abortion will always be there because from inception a woman is already attached to her baby therefore any loss to this child will be felt by the mother. Since abortion is necessary in cases of rape and others one has to find a way to reduce these emotional effect. This is why anybody considering abortion should:
Get Help

It is usually of importance to talk to trained professional when faced with the case of an unwanted pregnancy. They will be able to give professional advice on which type of abortion is best, whether non-surgical or surgical and what to do or avoid. They can also offer alternatives to abortion.

Talk to Experienced people
Seek out people that have gone through unplanned pregnancy or abortions before. Ask questions and let them take you through the process. It helps to talk to someone that has been there and done that and you may find out abortion may not be the best option for you. They may have other alternatives to abortion.

Avoid Pressure
Do not let anybody pressurize you into abortion because it will only make the emotional and psychological effect more complicated. The decision to take out your baby should be solely yours. It makes the regret and guilt easier to deal with. Stay away from parents, friends, neighbours who are not supportive. However, be quick in making your decision because early abortion is always better than late abortion.

Avoid Isolations.
As good as it is to keep away from people that don’t have your best interest at heart, it is also very important to have one or two confidants. Select people who you are sure have your best interest at heart stay around them. Tell them everything you feel and keep nothing at heart because this can lead to depression.
Whatever decision you make, Make sure it is solely yours and deal with it after. All the best, Ladies. Having said all these my personal opinion is that the best decision you can make is to keep your baby, they are blessings and God has a way of helping you take care of them but the decision is always yours.



All I could see were fireflies

glittering little pieces

of diamond in black

glowing in the dark

in set of twos.

two, , four, six, eight…

they seem to be everywhere.

The noise, the howling in the night…

seems to come from everywhere.


A shiver shot down my spine,

a trick,  It must be, I thought,

one to get back to me,

for crying wolf.

So I called out “it’s not funny!!!”

My reply – a loud howl,

hot breath knocking on my neck.


My heart grabbed my throat, I tripped

and fell into the warm arms of ice.

My mouth could form no words.

Rainbow giving diamonds

Snow White diamonds

Sharp edged diamonds

Snaring diamonds.


I cried wolves

but laughter …pain was my answer.

piercing needle pains

Body ripping pains

Breath snaching pains

Life stealing pains

in every part of my body.


I floated away,

below lay a cloud-

A Pack of Wolves,

a trail of red in the snow.

I had cried wolf one time to many.


Response to Eddywrites – Love and it Technicolor



Love is the BITTER SWEET that makes you heady,

leaving you giggling with glittering eyes

washed white

with happy painful tears.

Love keeps you laughing

until your ribs starts cracking.

It leaves you crying

so hard you think you are dying.


But love is no liar.

I tell you and that’s no lie

It’s a wide burning fire.

It is a double edged sword

that keeps you short

of intelligent snorts


Love is true when it’s true,

it drives you nut when it is not.


Love can choose not to live

in two hearts, in the same life

at the same level with a leverage

at the same intensity.


Love lives in one and

to leave the other empty


Love does bath you in happiness

she gives meaning to your existence.

She offers you joy,

takes your mind on a journey

to a different world

where you see shades of green

in a grinning purple discus:

a world where crickets dance

and frogs sing


There is no escaping from love my darling,

we are loving creatures

miserable when we don’t love,

dammed when we do love.


By all means, clean, oh clean

cling to your cleaning broom.

Leave no welcome mat in your comb,

leave stinging bees at your door.


But I tell you, oh I tell you

I shout it up to the mountains,

let them mouth it in echoes,

let them bear me witness

that when love bear hugs you,

it won’t care whether your loving being

has been a subject of burnt offering.

It’ll find the lost you

in the fountain of lost souls.


Oh, you won’t see it coming,

she’ll sneak up on you

like a seasoned thief in the night.

She would take you by storm

and storm you breathless.


I hope for the love of God,

for the sake of your delicate heart

that you dedicate your strength

to making love

lure the object of your love

with much more passion.

So your heart can lives on

to tell tales of the compassion

of love.


Conversing with Eddywrites

EddywritesMy Scattered Room

FikayoworksThe Strength

EddywritesMe and My Me

FikayoworksTo give up is to die

EddywritesLove and It’s Technicolor Lies

Fikayoworks – love