FIRE OF MOODS

  He had no sooner entered the arena, when he caught sight of Smart smiling at him from the VIP section above the roaring crowd. Everything had been perfect since he woke up that morning. But not anymore, as everything seem to feel wrong. The quirky smile that gave away at the edge of Smart's lips was something he had seen before, and it definitely wasn't something good. The last time Cosmos saw that smile, he lost his best friend to the cold hands of death, and he can sense that ambience hovering over him again. As he walked towards the ring, his heart sank with fear and anxiety. He made his way up the short stairs and got into the ring from between the ropes. His intro music  Thunder,  by  imagine dragons  was cut short by the sinister tone of the  Zombie dance thriller  by  Michael Jackson,  and the crowd erupted with cheers and excitement. The lights went out, and a moving spotlight travelled west from the north wing of the arena, where it stopped to illuminate a hooded box

  This was a battle you had lost three times before, even after you had made great speeches and grand promises. You carried along with you the laymen, even as you rose to the highest point of diction, to outshine your competitors, at every Presidential Debate floor. But it all came to nought, as you lost... again... and again... till your fire began to die slowly on its hearth. This is your lifelong dream, and you're at it again, probably for the last time. The Presidential Debate was a success, just like the previous three before it, and the Presidential Election was just two days away.  You are at your private study, rendering rigorous litany to God for victory yet again... And your phone rang. You opened your eyes, paused your prayer to view your phone's screen, and you discovered it was your Campaign Manager reaching out to you. You picked up the call, and he informed you of an opportunity to discredit your sole competitor. He wanted to confirm if you would like him to arra

  ..."Rest peace Boss Lady", Fred muttered to himself. He was fully aware that the thirteenth call was her last just before she died. "Me dream, Me must wake up. Me must confirm", he said as he stood up and reached for the TV remote, and there before his eyes was the confirmation news he needed. The murder of Lieutenant Funmi Simpson, and the tears that has welled up in his eyes found its way freely down his cheek. "This real", he said feeling shocked. "Me not here. Me not here at all", he exclaimed as he jumped up and dashed for the door. He was a few inches away when.. "Boooooooommmmm!" The door was blown open and its impact sent him sprawling back across the tiled floor. He coughed, open his eyes and got on his feet. He was face to face with an assassin, and judging from the blood stain on his gloves, he was the same man who murdered the Boss Lady. And he knew what was about to happen. He has been remembering future occurrences since

  "Ring... Ring... It's time to wake up!" "Ring... Ring... It's time to wake up!" Fred's eyes slowly opened to behold the beauty of a new morning sunrise, as the repetitive voice of his alarm clock ushered him back to consciousness. He got out of bed, killed the alarm clock and hurriedly began to get ready for work. In about twenty minutes time, he was standing in front of the large mirror placed directly opposite his wardrobe and just right beside his study table. "Today is great day..." he began saying, talking to his reflection in the mirror. "Me will catch many bad guys today again", he continued as he held up a nine millimeter pistol. "Me not die 'cos me is son of gun", he grinned as he concluded his daily mantra which he had always believed protected him from being shot for the past twelve years. As he stepped out of his apartment, he lost his balance, "Aaaarrrgggghhh!!!!", he screamed with his eyes tight

  Once in time past, Was a legendary duel, Between the rocky mountain, And the tranquil sea. The sea froze himself up, In other to be stronger. With force, He smashed himself unto the rock, And each time he did, He shattered into fragments. He then melted back to water, Permeated the mountain's core, And with ease and effortlessness, He uprooted the mountain, And successfully had him crashing down. There lies no gain in force, For it is a bridge, That leads, From the border of bleakness, To the island of hopelessness. #El_Magnifico™

  Once upon a time, There was no day, Neither was there night. All that was, Were the sun and the moon. They were always together, Radiating in their brightness. With time moon noted, That the sun took all the glory. For he was much more brighter, Than moon could ever think to be. He tried and tried and tried, But his efforts never paid off, He felt really incompetent, For his brightness was never seen. He thought the sun to be a born winner, And thus took it as his fate. Soon wind came whistling by, Hoping  that moon would cheer, But rather he was sober, With no smile on his face to wear. Wind probed and moon spewed, In concession and defeat, Of how he'd always play second fiddle, To unequivocal Mr sun. "Dig deep my friend", wind said, "You'd find solution, For your problems come to you, Only because you have the answer. And the only time you'd fail, Is when you decide to give up." Moon pondered these words, And decided to keep trying. Soon he invented

...he closed the door back/ T'was a spring back/ A sharp turn/ and a run/ as he's been chased by uniform men/ He got to a room tagged silicon den/ Was off the window and into the next building/ Changed his clothes and gallantly walked out of the building/ Into a coaster bus/ And once again El had leapt the dust// {3 weeks later} News fly around that three of foursome assassins/ Has been killed/ with Bullet the only one alive in custody/ Tortured to give out information/ About El's location/ El was finally caught/ Where he was drunk at a wine bottling company at Port Harcourt/ Was flown down to Lagos in a plane/ Only to escape at the airport through the subway to the train/ His posters everywhere "Most Wanted" with a billion dollar reward/ And an added incentive of a National honorary award/ {2 days later} El walked straight into the police station/ Unveiled his mask and gave himself up for legal action/ The almighty assassin was senten

8:02Am May 3, 2033. Location: Killer smile Avenue. °°°°°°°°°° ...El Magnifico looking fab/ drops off a cab/ Close to the location/ of the town head coronation/ With a speak overall worn over a jibba/ To cover himself from suspicion of cloak and daggers/ Heading for the elevator/ to the top floor/ And with instruments well set/ Is waiting for the right time to cause international upset/ That the Nation may be aware of a group so dope/ As to take out a highly secured personality as a pope/ Looking through his binoculars he could clearly see/ The turn of events and the busy proceedings/ "Where was he?", for many hours he stared blindly/ For the role he had accepted so lightly/ Is gradually beginning to get frightening.../ At about 3:30Pm/ The pope showed up in a silver lined BM/ With the stage set, El had his finger/ Directly over the trigger/ Waiting for the impeding figure to put his hands down/ There was a click, a shoom, and a sudden uproar of Man

7:30pm May 1, 2033 Location: unknown. °°°°°°°°°° Four were seated at a table discussing matters arising/ Namely: "Scar", "Bullet", "Crank", and the boss known as "Poison"/ "Have you decided how he is to die?" Bullet harshly asking/ "Not yet, I waited for now", replied Poison/ "Let's try a cyanide injection/ as a silent infestation"/ But Bullet thinks otherwise of Crank's suggestion/ "Let's take him out with a strike to the forehead/ When he's making his speech at the coronation of the Town head"/ Scar's objective/ "That would be pointlessly destructive..." But after all said and done/ The conclusion was of Bullet's opinion/ A carefully calculated strike by a sniper/ Who has got the nerves to decipher/ And outwit the camera lens/ An assassin with keen murder sense/ So here was the question of million dollar bill/ "Which one of you is gonna take

..."Aaaarrrrggghhhh!", Francis screamed as he felt a sharp pain from his ribs. He hurriedly pulled himself away. "How did I not see that coming?", he spoke to himself as he looked up to analyze Jagaban's fighting stance. Jagaban was making a swerving movement around the same axis with his two hands few inches away from his chest. A balled fist on his right hand and a half balled fist with two fingers dangling on his left hand. Francis remembered that move vividly. It was the only move he was meant to learn in other to attain Monkdom before he chose to quit. "The disappearing fist! Where did you learn that?", he asked. "Oh! Alhaji Ahmed never told you!", Jagaban said with a witty smile on his face. "I am his first student and his only true son. You made a very big mistake crashing my party son." "We'd see about that", Francis said as his eyes caught a glimpse of a 1:35 red light blinking from his wife&

...and all hell was let loose. Francis didn't come alone. His time at the Mushin Monastery has earned him friends even though he was regarded as a failure for breaking his vow and leaving in search of love. He had put a call through to some of the Mushin Monks who remained his friend and they had emerged from the shadows. The place became a war zone as bullets and arrows were flying dangerously across the valley. Francis had no time for little battles as his mind was set on the price- saving his wife. He spotted Jagaban retreating into a building and he followed him. As he entered into the building he could see his already unconscious wife tied to an iron pole in the middle of the basement. As he looked closely, he was able to make out a red light beeping right at the middle of her breasts and realised there was a bomb on her. His countenance changed and his eyes began to burn with anger. "Here's your jewel... Safe and sound", Jagaban jeered softly. &qu

As he walked into the valley wearing all black, he remembered the numerous warnings his Parents had given him while growing up. A warning which he had heeded, but tonight was going to be an exception. The valley of death as it was popularly called was a hideout for a group of notorious robbers and rapists whose vices the Local Police had ignored as every time they made an arrest, orders from above has always ensured their operations were futile. Francis walked on quietly with his ears wide open to avoid being attacked unaware. His eyes soon make out a cloud of smoke far ahead of him and he was certain he would find what he was looking for. Out of nowhere, three hefty looking men surrounded him and he swung into action. In quick movements, he broke the arms and legs of the man before him. The other two charged at him but were too slow as he dodged their assault and was already behind them preparing to launch his attack. Ratatatata!!! "That's enough!", Jagaban b

"Rodman, why aren't you here yet?" Sandra's worried voice blared through Rodman's receiver. "I'm stuck in heavy traffic Ma'am. I'd be there in twenty minutes", Rodman replied in a calm and assuring voice. "Twenty minutes it is. Nothing more. If we lose this deal, you're done", Sandra threatened in frustration as she went off the line. Still in traffic, John Rodman hurriedly grabbed the bag containing the paperworks, abandoned his car and raced off to the nearby Ferry Port. As soon as he boarded a boat, the clouds gathered, the sky grew dark, and amidst flashes of lightning and claps of thunder, the rain poured heavily. As the boat headed down a stream flanked by huge bamboo trees on both sides. Suddenly, there was a clang, the boat had glided off a strongly rooted bamboo into the air, and then a whooossh, the boat was upside down burying its passengers underneath. Meanwhile at AGIE Enterprise, Sandra was finding it d