The Writeventures of Emaleecious

Catch up on Part 1 here. There's also Part 2 here. ******************* Chenu let his fingers hover over the keyboard as he searched for one more specialist. He had barely slept since he saw her test results last night. The weight of it all was heavy on his chest. He’d only feel better if he started working on a plan once and for all.  When Ladi walked in, he straightened, rubbing his palms together. "Come here, babe”, he reached out, pulling her to his lap. Ladi hesitated before settling in. Chenu passed the notepad toward her. "I've made a list of specialists. There’s one in Abuja, another good one in Lagos, and a highly recommended one in Johannesburg. I’ve sent emails, and two of them have already responded. I also checked treatment options, both here and abroad. And look, "he turned his laptop toward her, his voice charged with energy, "there are clinical trials we can apply for." Ladi blinked, her lips parting slightly. He was ready. He had throw...

Today, I took a long walk with the kiddos, and I had the privilege of seeing things from a different perspective. Lesson 1 – Enjoy Each Season as It Comes My son wanted to ride his bike during the walk. I wasn’t thrilled. He’s still learning, and honestly, I wasn’t in the mood to teach. I just wanted to enjoy a peaceful walk. So I told him no. He wasn’t happy about it, especially since his sister got to bring her scooter. He kept lagging behind, and I was running out of patience. So, I grabbed his hand and made him walk at my pace. He didn’t let me off the hook, though. He complained for nearly 10 minutes, until I tried to bribe him. 😂 😂😂 We were walking off our usual route, and they were curious about where we were going. I told them it was a secret, and that seemed to excite them. We eventually arrived at a playground, and just like that, my son suddenly remembered he was a sweet soul. He had an amazing time! As I sat and watched them play, I reflected on his attitude. He had ...

Hello, lovely blog readers, I hope you're doing well, and maybe, like me, taking a moment to breathe in the beauty of the day. What's the weather like on your end? I'm looking out the window as I type this, and its an endless field of green.  I’ve been doing some thinking lately about pressure, writing, and this whole wild world of content. I’ve been putting a lot of pressure on myself for not sticking to the posting schedule I created for this blog. I gave myself such a hard time for not showing up like I said I would, even though I had legit reasons. Some of them include being swamped with the short story I’ve been working on, and others... well, just life happening. There’s so much going on now that I honestly don’t even know where to start telling you the gist from. But I promise, the full story is one I will share here, because I know someone will benefit from it. Now, back to the gist—this should be interesting! The other day, after chiding myself for not posting wh...

For maximum enjoyment, make sure you've read part 1 here. ******************* Ladi sat at her desk, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, the glow of her laptop screen illuminating the unshed tears in her eyes. The words in her report blurred together, not because she was exhausted, but because of fear. The fear had laid a cold hand on her in the doctor’s office as he told her the diagnosis. That deep, bone-chilling fear that she hadn’t been able to shake off had gradually spread over her body, making her feel cold. She repeated his words: "We caught it early, but it’s still serious. You’ll need treatment, and it won’t be easy.” She had nodded, absorbing the information in silence. But now, days later, the weight of those words pressed on her like a boulder, suffocating her. She did not tell Chenu. How could she? She had seen this story play out before—her father walking out on her mother when things got hard after her illness. She remembered the nights her mother had cried,...

This Will Be a Quick Read! I didn’t come here to “perspire to acquire”,  LOL, but I needed to drop this real quick. If you’ve got a dream or a vision you're working to bring to life, stay focused. Especially when it feels like life suddenly makes you the target for everything that could possibly go wrong. When you’ve got something to say , the noise always gets loudest, trying to drown you out. Don't stop speaking! When you’ve got something to show , distractions come flying from every direction. Things get busy. It feels like no one’s noticing you or your work. Don’t give up. Stand firm. Your turn will come. It will be a disaster if you've held on for so long, and at the very end, you gave up.  I’ve seen it over and over. That moment, when you feel like you've done all you can and you’re just about to throw in the towel, that’s usually the moment right before your breakthrough. So hold on. Push all the way through to the end. Everything good will come. "Le...

“Ladi, odi ne?” “Have I offended you in any way?” Chenu’s voice was low and soft, but his eyes held concern. “Your eyes are guarded, and your hackles are up. I could almost swear you growled at me this morning.” He stepped into the kitchen, his tone a mixture of confusion and worry. “My love, did I do something wrong?” Chenu wrapped his arms around his wife, pulling her to his chest. She froze. “No,” Ladi mumbled, trying to shrug him off, but he held her firmly, his grip tender yet insistent. “Then why have you been building walls around yourself this past week?” Chenu’s voice softened as he spoke, his fingers gently stroking her back. “At first, I thought you were tired, but I watched you smile at everyone else, and when I approached you... the smile vanished. My love, tell me what I’ve done. I promised myself I’d never be the cause of your sadness. Please, tell me.” His voice cracked with sincerity. “Tell me, and I’ll apologize at once and try to make it right. Anything you want, I...

I wrote a short story. Yay! I’ll be sharing it in parts every Tuesday until the full story is complete. Once all the parts are out, I’ll archive it under the Short Stories section of the blog. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Here’s a little teaser to draw you in: -------------------- Still Waters After an unexpected diagnosis rocks Ladi’s world, she chooses silence over confession, fear over faith. Her husband, Chenu, is unwavering, steady, faith-filled, and as practical as ever. He refuses to let her drift away. With a Bible in one hand and a sword in the other, he fights back, with every medical resource available, even if it means taking on debt, risk, and sleepless nights. This battle rouses old wounds, tests their faith, and pushes the limits of their love. Will it all be washed away, or is their bond built on a foundation that cannot be moved? Still Waters is a tender, soul-stirring story about faith under pressure, love without conditions, and the ...