Monday. Kafula.  ~Dare Ofegu~ "With the aid of all that I have mentioned, it'll make it more reasonable and relatable to the masses as they gradually find the need to start trusting their duties to the bots, without any sense of insecurities. Whether per job acquisition or reliability." And that was the end of my wit. The twenty minutes pitch presentation had just come to an end yet if felt like I didn't do anything reasonable.  I guess I was free to think that way since everyone seated before me in the conference hall - the board of directors - was indifferent. None of them had an intrigued face on. They all wore the stern and is-that-all kinda look.  Even Samantha, who was seated on the last seat by the left of the long table which housed, ten individuals to the right and left, didn't seem to be moved. She hadn't shot me those broad overrated smile since I started the pitch. And now is the end, yet nothing.

    On the open Sea. In a Yacht. ~Dare Ofegu~"You're just too sweet, Sam. One time you're mad at me, another , you want us to go on a two-days vacation in a yacht on the open Sea."I ignored the lapping waves of water up ahead of me and turned to her in the white leathered bed-like chaise I was lying on which was next to hers. She was dressed in bikini and I bare-chested, and a short. According to her, at a bid of marking the success of the pitch and our recent agreement, she had wanted us to go on a yacht trip, of no-sex. She had said that if we really want to make a good couple, we shouldn't make sex the foundation of our relationship. Though I was now getting used to the spree of sexual activities. She had thought me too many to ignore and now she wanted a pause. I didn't mind and I wouldn't. We were at the evening of the first day and so far, we had only played games and watched movies in the yacht, bef

    Oxford. ~Ninny Gasglow~"Before now, men dominated the economy of the world. And even now, men still do. In the past, men dominated the world of Literature also. If reference is to be made to the past, whether literal or metaphoric representation, you see man stepping forward. I bet there are some names of scholars you are tired of hearing. For philosophy students, they sure would be fed up of Plato, Aristotle, Alexander the great, Hobbes, John Locke and the likes. While in Literature, you have the constant recurrence of the names, Sophocles, Homer, Marlowe, Aristophanes, Aeschylus, and their mates. So it is."He took a drag of the straw in the plastic cup. I had no idea what was there, whether or not coffee. All I was thinking of was taking a leave. I was getting bored with his references and allusions. I kinda am regretting that I came to seek his opinion on the project he'd given to me. But really, do you make a foe of your project supervi

    Few days later. Kafula. ~Dare Ofegu~"Be in my office in five."The call dropped. I leaned forward in the chair, one of my elbows erected on the table. One thing to think about was the fact that I've been giving her attitude since the past few days because she'd promised to employ Kola. From that frame of reference, I could say that that drooping mood tampered with her words and delivered such fierce and urgent tone which permeated her voice. But then -- She couldn't possibly raise her voice all of a sudden. We left home together earlier today. "I'll come with you. Samantha's tone over the phone portrayed a sharp flow of air, pressured by want and doubt."I scoffed, sneering at Imara who had just offered. "You figured all that out over the phone?""You have three minutes left."She alerted and I got off the chair. I didn't have enough time to argue with her. I hurried out of the offi

    "This night". Samantha's Hood. ~Samantha Gasglow~"Enough for the day."I closed my PC. I sat up in bed, leaning on the bed-head, in the middle of the bed. The laptop was still on my lap. I was tempted to open the adult entertainment."Nah."I argued with my guts. There obviously was no point doing that. I stretched across the length of the queen-size bed and placed the PC on the drawer by the bedside. "Theo, hot 3D ceiling."And suddenly, an erotic scene popped up in the ceiling. I watched the guy crawl from between the lady's thighs to her small titties, gobbling up each mound slowly and amorously..."Switch to galaxies."I called and Theo switched the 3D ceiling to dark school of clouds with looming stars. I traced the gently flowing simulated sky for a while then got bored. I picked up my phone and slid into the message app. HEY BABY, STILL UP?I waited for a