Today was supposed to be the first day of my Easter Holiday plan. This is how it should’ve unfolded. I’d find my way to the city of Venice. I’d take a boat ride on the canals that twist and turn around the city, dipping my hands in the water, calling swans and ducks my way…
Author: Ernest Tuape
Day #10: Puppies or Kittens?
Before I met Vitos (whose picture is up there), there was Rebel. Rebel was hairy. It had eyes that spoke of danger, a physique that sprayed fear. But if you went close to it, you’d see a dog that wanted friends. It allowed me to stroke its back and head. It’d sit at my feet….
Day #9: Gratitude
At the tail end of December 2019, I was on a call with my friend Lyz. We talked about life and challenges. I said to her, “God has been so good to me. There is nothing more I could’ve asked for from the Lord.” I was at peace with where I was at that point….
Day #8: How You Lose Him
He says you’re a good for nothing chic. He calls you a blood sucking daughter of a female dog. You’re an ingrate, he says. You can’t be trusted. You are unbelievable. How dare you? He asks. You played with my heart, he says. You sigh. He wears a look of disgust and disappointment. This is…
Day #7: Hooked By A Blog
I’ve read many blogs over the last seven days. I have seen many voices on those blogs. I have smiled. I have laughed. I nodded. I have agreed with some people. I have been encouraged by others. And I continue to read. This post, The Good, The Bad and The Ugly had me at its…
Day #6: What If…
I step out of my house and head to the public square at the Stadttheatre. There, we can still sit and busk under the sun. To my right is a couple. The girl is resting her head on the boy’s lap. The boy is stroking her hair. She’s wearing shades. And love is blossoming around…
Day #5: Good Bad Ugly
The Good You’ll write copy that comes from the deepest part of your soul. It’ll be flawless, taste like nectar, drip like honey, smell like coffee. Each sentence will be tailored with fine detail. You’ll pick each line with a purpose. Your work will be a performance, an orchestra of letters, words and paragraphs with…
Day #4: Confessions
I’m catholic. I (think) I understand what confession means. If you ask me when the last time I confessed was, I’ll say it was a few months ago. I told a girl how I felt about her. She sent my backside to the friendzone. The last time I knelt and told a priest, “Bless me…
Day #3: To The Five of You
You’ll have dreams and goals and aspirations that run from Earth to Mars. You’ll put timelines to when you want to achieve certain things. “I’ll be rich by 30,” you’ll say. “I’ll own a car. I’ll have businesses. I’ll buy a house.” “I’ll be married by 25.” There will be many things you’ll want. You’ll…
Day #2: Bucket List
Do I have a Bucket List? I don’t think I have one. Maybe it’s because I don’t understand what it is. I don’t know what it should have. True, there are things I want to do. I don’t consider them Bucket List worthy though. I did what a clueless guy like me would do. I…