"There is artistry and poetry in the movements of the queen -- even when she's deadly."
The old soothsayer mused aloud.
“If I didn’t know better, I would have been jealous at your observation of my wife.” The king drawled in amusement.
“Ha!”, The soothsayer muttered as he and the king continued to observe the queen, who was practising sword fighting, vigorously but gracefully.
“What lays on your mind about the queen?” The king asked, knowing the old soothsayer never says anything or observes anyone for naught.
“I?” The king turned and looked at the other man in astonishment.
“My king, you are the reason the Queen is restless, for she feels the need to protect you. If you will work with her more and listen to her more often, she will be more at peace.”
“I see.” The king narrowed his eyes slightly, “Has she told you anything?”
“My Queen, needs not to. Tis plain to see, for one such as I.”
“I see” The king repeated with a renewed understanding of his wife’s anxiety — the enemies within his kingdom.
“See that you do, sire” He scolded the king with fatherly concern.
“When you two have finished muttering about me, do join me for a picnic at the pavilion gardens.” Queen Indira said as she walked past them without looking at either of them.
“Aye, my Queen” the old man bowed slightly.
“She sounds…miffed,” the king said as he watched the queen walk towards her quarters.
The other man straightened, “That she is. And I believe we are about to hear how much, before the picnic is over.”
The King groaned.
“Do not despair.” He said a bit merrily and the king gave him a side eye at his choice of words. “The queen won’t eat you.”
He smiled at that. “I wish she would. In a romantic way.”
The old man refused to mention that the queen was feeling anything but romance. For anxiety over her husband.
“Well, shall we? We can’t keep the Queen waiting.”
“My king is wise.” The old man nodded as they began walking.
“Do not flatter me, old friend.”
“I do not, sire. You do know what to do. But your kind nature makes you hesitate, hoping your leniency will make the traitors repentant. But think of your Queen, sire. Your hesitation may put her in harm’s way.”
“I love her.”
“That you do sire — as a man and a king. But as a husband, you need to love her the way she needs to be loved, starting by putting out her fears, as far as her husband’s life is concerned.”
The King pondered on that.
“I’m sorry, Indira”, King Sergie said with remorse, as he exerted his muscles in trying to hold open the door his wife was trying to shut in his face.
Indira glowered at him. Of recent, her loving husband had capriciously shut her out!
“Unhand this door, your Highness“, Indira fumed.
“Pray, allow me explain, Indira.”
It was a video call with her friends on their TGIF girls’ date night.
“Where did you say, you’re again, Emira?”
“What are you doing yonder?”
“Work related favour.”
“Any hot guys yet?”
“Ye-ah. And nope, don’t wanna jaw ’bout it.”
Indira knew some elements where trying to beguile her husband into a trap.
Not on my watch, Indira thought.
“Respected chiefs of the realm. Allow the warlords discuss this with his majesty at length. I’m sure your king will let you know his verdict on the matter, soon enough.” Indira cajoled
“I’m leaving Brad”, NiAnn said with quiet conviction.
“Praise the Lord”, Ximena declared looking like the true follower of Christ she was, howbeit a little dramatic.
Zoe rolled her eyes. “Come on Ximena. Like seriously?”
“What”, Ximena asked the glaring NiAnn with wide eyed innocence. “Isn’t it good to praise the Lord?”
NiAnn huffed and looked away.
“Well yes, it’s good to praise the Lord”, Zoe replied with a look on face that says I can’t believe I’m having this ridiculous argument with you. “But now isn’t the time to say it out loud!”
Ximena was relishing her cup of herbal tea, as she peered at her fav peers with muted mischief in her sparkling cinnamon eyes. This was an answer to prayer. And she had praised God for granting her request of detoxifying her friend’s life of toxic people. And Brad was one of them. She most certainly wouldn’t mourn about it.
She swallowed her witty comeback with her tea, so NiAnn can spill the tea on what happened.
“So. What happened?” Zoe asked
“Freda is pregnant and Brad’s the father.” NiAnn rubbed her elbow like she normally did when she was upset.
Zoe gasped, “What? Again?”
Ximena merely raised her brows, as she kept sipping her tea. How extraordinary, she thought sarcastically.
“I thought he promised you he was done with her?” Zoe queried.
“He changed his mind again.” NiAnn looked sad but with a new strength that says she would be okay.
Praise God. Ximena thought, as she kept observing her friend.
“I was beginning to feel like the interloper. He may have divorced Freda on paper, but I wish it didn’t take me this long to realize, he’s still married to her in his heart.”
“I’m so sorry, NiA”, a concerned Zoe tried to console her.
“That or he’s just doesn’t want to fully committ to anyone. Be it Freda, me or anyone.” NiAnn continued in quiet contemplation.
“You were right, Ximena. I was his, but he was never mine.”
Ximena softened, “Hey. You know I love you too much to want to be right about something like this. You just need to learn to stay away from complicated people and trying to rescue them.”
“Perhaps you should pursue a career as a Fire Fighter. I hear the men there are hot.” Zoe winked
“Speaking of careers. My e-commerce website has picked up speed. I closed five very profitable deals last night!” NiAnn bounced in her seat with barely concealed excitement, a huge smile on her face and a sparkle in her hazel eyes.
“Praise the Lord!“, Zoe declared in happiness for her friend’s success.
“Hallelujah!” The girls chorused
Three cups click in the air in celebration as the three friends laughed. The laughter of reassurance that where life is, hope abides.
Hello, Wonderfully made! I hope we are staying safe and healthy.
From the topic, some of us may already guess what this is about. But just in case you don’t, I will brief you.
Jada Smith suggested that she got “entangled” with another man while she was on a marriage hiatus.
She said this to her husband on her show, where it’s just two people at a table. This time it was her husband and her.
I don’t like to talk about people especially when they have done what’s wrong — in my view.
However, I want to address the issues surrounding this saga and there are many angles to this story.
In this post, I want to talk about the other man.
It seems it was the other man who first mentioned the entanglement.
He talked about how it affected him and it turns out he’s releasing a song titled “Entanglement”.
I think he feels rejected. Or dumped. And perhaps used. Whichever it was, I’m sure it doesn’t feel good.
I have yet to watch the interview, August (one of his names) gave. The little I have heard especially from Jada, turned my stomach. As I type this I feel slightly nauseous.
I think he should have expected this though, but for reasons, best known to him and Jada, he’s traumatised by the entanglement. Coupled with the fact that he was going through some issues that may need a psychologist to fix. Apparently, he and she chose to handle it in-house since rumour has it he’s somewhat a family friend. They got closer and the rest is still unfolding.
Again I believe part of what ails the man is The sting of rejection.
Apparently, he assumed they would become a couple. That, or he later realised he had become too emotionally attached to her and whatever did happen between them, that he is now suffering withdrawal syndrome or is it symptoms?
Either or, he’s so pained or miffed about it, that could no longer keep it to himself: that something happened between him and a married woman during her marital break time.
To all and sundry, let’s take these lessons:
- Do not get entangled — at all. If you do, you will feel trapped. Actually, you will be trapped. So if you cherish your freedom, anything that isn’t clear and concise, just steer clear.
- Steer clear of a romantic interest who is married! Really, you can’t win. Rather, it will do you in. You will be sucked into all their issues that extends to their children and spouse. Besides, karma is not extinct. Do to others what you want to be done to you and this warning wouldn’t be necessary.
- Respect other people’s feelings and relationships. I’m talking of those “they” are in relationships with or married to and the children.
- Respect yourself. If you have a proper value structure. There are troubles that you skip by because you refuse to demean yourself in any way.
- Seek help in the appropriate places from trained professionals. It is way too easy to become infatuated to the person who is trying to help you. And next thing you know, you have built a castle or city in the sky featuring that person as your partner. By the time you realise they either see you as a sibling or their child, you are already emotionally entangled, if not mentally also. A professional knows how to assist you, without leaving you worse than they met you.
- Maintain emotional distance. You don’t want to get entangled? Don’t get emotionally involved. This pandemic has reinforced some traditions that kept people from starting something they should not have began, to start with. There are cultures that had what I will call gender segregation. Women had their quarters, so did men. They only mixed in supervised circumstances. Even at social gatherings, women sat on one side while men sat at the other. In such arrangements, temptations are minimal with little or no opportunity to yield. Keep physical and emotional distance from the opposite gender, that isn’t in your nuclear family.
The ripple effect of this entanglement saga is far-reaching. Like an octopus with many tentacles.
I will be back to post my perspective on the other angles.
Stay safe, stay healthy in your body, soul and spirit.
Indira was in deep thoughts. Not unlike the dark clouds gathering. It looked like it was going to rain. Her first rain in her husband’s empire.
The wind breezed through the palace, stirring her red-gold hair and her clothes as she lounged on a plush couch. Looking at her, with hair gently billowing, it would look like she was the mistress of storm.
Except Indira felt less mistress of anything, though you couldn’t tell just by looking at her.
Brunnie as Indira’s cousin called her, babbled as she toddled to the window couch.
Indira watched her adopted daughter grunt with determination as she struggled to climb the couch.
Indira smiled as Brunnie knelt on the couch, peering outside longingly as she babbled “Papa” in reference to her husband.
Ah yes, Indira sighed remembering the main subject of her morose thoughts. Her husband.
The man was not listening to her where his safety was concerned.
She looked at her daughter who often made her way to the window watching for her “papa“, whenever he had been out for long.
If that man made a widow of her with his continuous liaison with the enemy, she doubts she will forgive him — even if he had a beautiful soul.
“Beauty flows from the queen’s hair like the threatening of a storm” a husky male voice whispered.
Indira eyes fluttered open and blinked, as she looked into her husband’s eyes. She didn’t realise she had fallen asleep.
Brunnie babbled in her papa’s arms. As he shifted her to his side, she noticed the sun was out, though the air was still cool.
As she got up, and hugged him around the neck, she had a relieved smile on her face.
“You were not worried were you?” He hugged his queen’s waist.
“I was. Was that a poem?” Indira asked in amusement.
“It was”, he declared with a serious face though his eyes were alight with merriment.
Indira couldn’t help herself. She laughed.
It’s good to hear her laugh. The king thought, as he smiled.
Hello Beautiful People! I hope you are keeping safe and sound.
21st June was Father’s Day.
A bittersweet day for a girl who has lost her first earthly hero. As it’s rightly said, a girl’s hero is her father.
However, like Elisha having to watch Prophet Elijah his mentor, a man he called My Father, “charioted” up to Heaven; all I am left with, is the Mantle that flutters down as I begin to feel my father’s absence. That, and all the memories.
The memories of tough discipline, gentle instructions, his listening patient ears, as I nearly chatter his ears off… By the way? If my father didn’t loose his handsome ears for all my yakking, then no one can loose theirs for listening to others. Just said, I should put that out there.
I learnt the art of listening (eventually) because my father listened to me.
Because of that, I tried to do as he instructed, because I didn’t want to displease the only one after God who understood me.
It was a journey for him, because as a child I remember him, saying he didn’t understand me, usually, after I have been caught in an indiscretion. He would scold me. Then he gets real quiet, as if he was trying to solve the great mystery behind my behaviour. And then, like he was speaking to himself, he would say, “I can’t just understand…”
And I would feel sad and then resolve to not worry my daddy again. Which unfortunately, never happened.
Eventually, he began to understand me, and he began to teach me on what to do.
My dad is an angel.
I adore my daddy and I miss him. I suspect I always will.
Now, his Mantel has rested right on the floor in front of me.
I just need to pick up my courage and the Mantle to cross the Jordan river….