Hello 2018!


After some time away learning and expanding, I am back this year with some brand new characters, their stories and even some spiritual musings to boot.

So as the year unfolds and a much as well as the characters that come to say hello through the lives they choose to share with you.


Light & Love



Part One

I had gotten the call in the wee hours of the morning from dispatch to head down to the local church that Tuesday for what I presumed was a case.

Glancing at my wife’s side of the bed subconsciously as I maneuvered about getting ready to leave, I remembered she would be at the hospital finishing up her rounds before we headed out of town for our mini vacation.

Asha, was a pediatric surgeon whose love for children and life had prompted me to pop the question two years ago. Knowing full well that I would never be able to give her kids of her own, she said yes  and that’s when I fell into her more than I ever had before.

Pulling up to the entrance of the church, I made a mental note to pop by with some breakfast for her later on that morning once I was done with all the madness. In front of me was a lull of paramedics, cops and media who all stood behind the yellow tape as if they were waiting on something.

As I got out of the car my partner, Jabari, ran up to me.

“Ndale, my man…..uh what are you doing here?”

“What do you mean what am I doing here! I was called in for what seems to be the biggest case of the year…… So tell me, is it the serial killer?”

In our little town of Blueby, the most we detectives ever had to deal with was the occasional wife battery cases or the missing loaf of bread down at the diner. But two months ago, the body of a young man was found raped, stabbed and his genitals wrapped in barbed wire with a similar case sprouting up a few weeks later.

The media by then had gotten a whiff of what was going on and had now termed the serial killer ‘The Barby Murderer” which seemed to not only scare the towns people but also agitate the chief.

“Ndale I need to…”

Jabari seemed to be stalling and seeing that I wanted in on this case just as much as he did, I pushed past him and through the crowd.

“Ndale for heavens sake hold up!” but by the time he got to my side it was too late.

At the pulpit, limbs nailed to the cross, barbed wire wrapped around the pelvic region in a lewd manner, breasts severed off, was my wife Asha.


Final Part

I couldn’t help but wait until he showed up to the hospital. As he ran in covered in sweat, my mind flash backed to five years ago on this very same day when he did the exact same thing.

This time though, it was death that was calling and not the disillusionment that came with the freedom that birth brings.

Angry and crying he stumbled towards the nurses station shouting in a panic to see his family.

Diego, many said, was always so passionate and maybe that’s why I continued to love him from a far, waiting for the day he would love me back like he did her.

I watched as he broke down when the police told him of how his family was butchered to death.  Multiple stab wounds they said, inside her groin and chest area they said.

They told him how his wife had fought to her very last breath. How his daughter was found dead in the back of the bus he took everyday.

I watched.

“We have a couple of questions we would like to ask you Mr.Gonzales”

“Must we do this now for Christ’s sake! Don’t you have any respect for the dead?”

“We understand that this is a difficult time Mr. Gonzales but we need to know your whereabouts when your wife called your cell an hour ago.”

“Called?” he shook his head, “What do you mean…..” and there it was. His realization that while he was knee deep in pussy his wife and child were been hacked to death by a deranged lunatic.

“Diego are you…”

“Johnny! Fuck Johnny, Marisol [sniff]….Sofia…… they’re…..They’re dead!”



Part Two

“Why is she calling Diego? I thought you said this was our time?” Isabella asked for the umpteenth time this week.

I put my phone on silent, placed it on the night stand and turned back to her.

Her body was calling out to me, and even though there was a pit in my stomach after seeing that call and we only had ten minutes left of my lunch break, it was paramount that I left her on a good note.

Now, don’t give me that look! I loved Marisol with all my heart, and we had built something so strong together. But Isabella, adios mio, she was my first drug.

Marisol and I had gotten clean once we found out she was pregnant. I had gotten my act together for her even changed everything about myself just to ensure that she and Sofia were happy. But even then, there was still Isabella.

The problem with being a junkie is that you fall from one addition to another and Isabella was that for me, an addiction that catered to my deepest, darkest desires. She was my first drug. Marisol was my recovery.

“Don’t leave.”

“Cariña, you know I must.”

I pulled her towards me and as I kissed her sweet lips and held her beautiful body to mine, I promised myself that this would be the last time that I would ever use again.

I exited her apartment and turned towards the direction of the diner when my phone rang again.

This time it was work.

“Diego, for fucks sake where have you been! We’ve been trying to reach you.” Janet the receptionist said rather earnestly.

“Eh, relax mama, you got me now. Where’s the fire?”

“Diego……I don’t know…..you… you need to get to the Chestlive hospital quick, its ……..its Marisol and Sofia they…”

Before she could finish her sentence, I hang up, turned around and began to run towards the direction of the hospital when I felt it again. The pit in my stomach that felt like the world was about to end forever.