My Tsunami

1.   Intro

My Tsunami is a tale of blissful experiences of being with a Tsunami, a term for a focused, decent, disciplined, and well-groomed lady. The inexperienced in love and its necessities is something discerning men avoid. If you want to enjoy life, choose your girlfriend, or wife well. Think! One man’s blessing is another man’s curse though. To those who did the thinking. Enjoy! (more…)

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Failed Mutiny at Subsea

Failed Mutiny at Subsea

Lapotidunity in Davy Jones Locker is a melcine that cures or keeps away the worst kinds of illnesses. The illnesses of the soul and mind. There is not much the solitary mind punished for independence of thought can do to be merry without goscolene, meditation, song, and creativity. Authenticity is also a melcine. I heal. (more…)

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Doesis Locker Subsea

Doesis Locker Subsea

Someone enters Davy Jones Locker but the lights turn dark orange and flash continuously. It is a sign of an unauthorised entry. Who is he, that has the temerity to come to DJL when he is not supposed to. That someone takes a while to recognise since he approaches me with apprehension. I see the eyes first, then the complexion and his face. It is Talika. (more…)

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In the Spirit of Gbogborima

In the Spirit of Gbogborima

Gbogborima is the spirit, if you like. The Spirit of the Brotherhood of All Men! No spirit is greater, when you discover it. Such experience encourage men to take the Steps to Brotherly love. The brotherhood does not exclude women, it embraces them. The Steps form the complete structure that arises from the 4-7 Creed. You can tabulate it as a matrix in which every step leads to  the fulfillment of the soul’s desires. (more…)

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Subsea Retreat Extended

Subsea Retreat Extended

There is something that makes you jazz into my island, O my Cap’n

Another visit to Davy Jones Locker, you are welcome

There is something that makes you jazz into my island, O Tortuga

I am surely still piping onboard a rough Island, with my samba

There is something that makes you jazz into my island, Paramole

I am evermore sailing alongside matelots; I do no less (more…)

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Subsea Retreat for Captain Blood

Subsea Retreat for Captain Blood

Lapotidunity is the best thing goscolene, my favourite spirit, can do for anyone. Therefore, I avoid downing any more than two shots with joy and not sorrow. How can I not celebrate life despite living a life more tempestuous than El Niño?  Drinking or rumming, it’s all the same thing depending on whom you are doing it with.

Nevertheless, today though, I am drinking alone, and I call it rumming. I do it every Friday evening in the best place for it ever, Davy Jones Locker. I am here waiting for yet another return of Paramole in a few days’ time. It’s his birthday soon. (more…)

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