Nigerian Weekend

Concrete Plant  Drive

“Where the party at Rulf?” I had been at the mine for ten days on a mission of great importance and just making it there alive from the capital was raw enough. It could have been a suicide mission in the atmosphere of the traveler on the highway.  I read the news and got it from the grapevine how the bandits were a terror day or night on the highway.  It was nothing for a bus to be high jacked and robbed; sometimes there were victims as a result of these attacks.  Imagine a bus full of people ambushed and if they run for the bush shot down in their tracks and the same for any one resisting inside the bus. The German made armored car was finally ready for the road but I had no idea what Rulf had up his sleeve. The government had increased the number of troops to guard the mine not from the bandits who stripped the iron mine at every opportunity but from the Indians who had spoiled the mine.  The workers had been unpaid by the Indians and the government did not kept its promise to pay, but my arrival had changed all of that, because I delivered them a payroll.  We were sitting around one day and Rulf told me, “The bandits shot some of our guards two weeks before I arrived, it was senseless because the military came in an shot many, one fool got many killed that day in Oki.”  The tensions were running deep but I was there to raise the flag for my company and feed their families who had suffered so long. This was crowning moment for me when I sat at the High Table with the Elders, workers, and people: felt one with the people of Nigeria, Africa.

We had the car loaded down with water, food and refreshments like we were going on a trip, the car was topped off in both fuel tanks, I asked Rulf, “ Where you going?”. He handed me an banana clipped AK-47 and a Nine, “We go to the bush and I will show you a real party, you ready, let’s go. We will have a good time!” He kept saying we and I’m thinking no bodyguards, machine guns, an armored car; what is this? He was internationally renowned   in the iron mining world and he knew the people but he had to be joking; only me and him on the highway. It was dangerous even for the military; how were we going to run this gauntlet without backup?

It was as though he was giving me a tour of Nigeria as we passed through town after town and villages off from the road with goods and vegetables on the side of it for sale. I had my camera; raw footage on my laptop. We had been chasing the sun as it slowly set in the west, the traffic dangerous as ever.  Rulf knew this highway and had the right car to rule the road.  It reminded of me of going to my grandfather’s house in the backwoods of Texas were it was pitch black after you left the highway and there was no traffic, a farm house light here or there; I wondered how my father knew those roads?

I was on the alert, a light coming from a truck down the road was not moving, “We will meet bandits shortly be ready Sonny, it might get wild from the start; you know how to use that AK?” he asked as we slowed down. “I am behind on my killings, do or die. I’m ready!” I responded; trying to sound cool.  “Trouble. No army on this road this time of night; bandits. Watch this.” he said as the car lights illuminated the group dressed in government military clothing. He stopped just far enough for them to have run to the car if they were going to attack, one bandit soldier walked to the car, the lights blinded him as he walked to door of the car, his crew stood there in front of a tree branches in the make shift road block. Rulf waited just letting him stand there for a moment he reached to touch the car, the window slowly slid down, the bandit soldier leader stood back and said, and “Highway road check. Open the door, let down the window of the car; now!”  I had no idea about what was about to happen; the tension was high Rulf slid the window down and flashed the AK, with the windows tinted I don’t know if the leader was more shocked by the machine gun or the German holding it he stumbled back, Rulf said something in Afrikaner, “I told him to move that road block now and clear the road. Watch this.”  The leader shouted out orders to the bandit solder crew as they hastily cleared the road, “I’m locked and loaded Rulf nice knowing you.” As I readied to open the bullet proof door firing full automatic at any sign of them attacking us, it was an adrenalin rush for sure. We slowly drove pass their truck and its lights dimmed as we cruise into the night. I asked Rulf, “What did you really say to that bandit?” he laughed, “We are highway agents and there are ten army trucks heading to the plant, get off the road.”  It might have been more than that but we got through a close call on the night roads in Nigeria.  After another hour of driving through small towns we crossed a hill and I thought I saw Disneyland.  It was a brilliant light in the midst of this utter darkness, “What is that man? Disneyland, the Crystal City?”

 “It’s a gigantic concrete production plant, it sales concrete all over Africa, one of the biggest in the world. It’s a monster!”, he said as the trucks on both sides of the road appeared.  The concrete plant had been disrupted and we drove thirty minutes to reach appoint in the road where he turned and could look back and see that great light fade out of sight almost, we pulled into a town,” We have friends here, we are safe.”, as he winded his way to this deep jungle night club in the middle of nowhere, parked the car and we went inside to party the night away.

The place was full of party goers and Rulf  was not the only white man here but he was known, we were led to a private table set up, “I have a surprise for you Sonny. You will like this, my friend.”  The surprise was one of the most beautiful Nigerian women; I had seen many in Abuja, in the whole of Nigeria.  She was for me; old Rulf knew how to party because he must have had the second most beautiful one for himself. I got to dancing and that energy hit me, I could feel it surging through me in the middle of the night.

Okene: So Sad

I was there when the petro truck burned for days and knew the people who worked at Itakpe,  Llet peace be or work this out for the destiny of Nigeria.



Don't let evil kill the future.  Realize the promise to civilization that Nigeria is and make that be the light.  There can be no division if the people stand as one......dry the children's tears and bring them a better dayas we are all divine the eyes of the Holy One.  Peace



Save the children!!!!!!

Sign of Times

My prayers go out to the victims and there family's, we need to pray for a healing in Nigeria; dark forces want power.  This is  awake up call for the rich and poor, as one will Nigeria survive.

Wake Up Nigeria

Church's and Mosques being blown up, women and children caught in the cross fire, the country on hold, the promise of Nigeria put on hold as the power struggles continues in a most dangerous time of all, the destiny of Nigeria is being put on the line just to prove a point; civilization waits for no one. The sabotage of all resources, the uncountable wealth accumulated by the few in the wake of the many just trying to make it one day a time, the oppressive atmosphere clouding the awakening, wake up Nigeria, the world needs you more than ever now. Don't be thrown backwards by the enemy within and its henchmen.

Will of the People

The innocents are claimed by the usurpers and their henchmen; slaughter on the Sabbath Day. The culprits are in the Nigerians midst but flow with the crowds unknown. The killing of women and children at that church proved only one thing; savages should be treated as savages in the process of revenge. The future is not in their hands because they can blow up churchs and families, they must answer to a higher authority, punishment must be swift. The chaos is being used to engulf the Moslems and Christians in a war that will disrupt Nigeria's peace and escalate throughout the continent.
The cowards who did this deed are known by the select few and will be eliminated, their followers will be eliminated and the spectre of war of religion will not rule Nigeria. Actions to defend the people, military schemes to destroy this Bengotten Want to be, their crew must be planned and executed now. The war must be taken to them, they started, the Nigerian people must finish it.

Nigerian London

The ongoing Visa wars between Nigeria and the USA delayed my return to the Motherland but could not stop it. I arrived at Abuja International Airport with too many clothes on to start out, the jacket had to come off, the long sleeve sweater had to come off, the transistion from London to Abuja in November wasn't no joke. I was waiting for my people in the airport lobby swating like I had just come out of the oven, the airliner was excessively cold, London was cold, Luxemburg was cold, but Abuja was blittering hot. How did I wound up in Abuja, Nigeria? I recieved a long distance call from my nephew's father-law, he was inviting me to London for his son's wedding, he informed me that all the travel arrangements will be taken care of and he would appreicate my attendance. I got my passport. This was in August, so I dressed warm for London. It was a cold but it was cold at night. The neighborhood was around the corner form downtown in high priced homes and the trip from the airport to Victoria Station was one I will never forget. The station was like a melting pot more so than the customs at the airport which blew me away. I met all the family and was warmly recieved and offered my first real meal of Nigerian food. I was famished after the airliner food, I ate with authority. The women made sure that I did not want for anything, I ate to my stomach's content, chicken,fish,steak,lion chops,goat,greens, a most delicious combination of dishes. I got to bed late after watching a little TV and talking about America. The next morning I was walking to a main hotel right around the corner in Picaddly Square with my friend David, we were to meet some Frenchman, he insisted I go with him. I was introduced then we had a robust breakfast and I just listened to the talk about steel and Nigeria. The streets seeem so small with all those huge homes off of Cumberland, Winchester Abbey was around the corner from the house. The crowds of people on the way to work or where ever reminded me of Dallas, but more traffic in such an small area. The stores were jammed tight offering goods for what ever you wanted. It seemed to be stuck in two different worlds with the architecture and the hustle and bustle. I wondered what it would be like to live and work in such a large population. We departed from the hotel where the business partners were staying and headed back to his house. It was a nonstop trip to the airport from then on as people from all over the world arrived for the wedding. I saw all of London from the outskirts to the apartment Jon Lennon lived in, his son lived in the same complex. We went to church, Catholic, which was right around the corner, it was an uplifting experience. I went inside the Abbey and felt like I had touched a point in time and history. I enjoyed London and the wedding was an spectacle on its on rights, lavish was an understatement. I had gained my international wings and didn't know I was headed for Abuja, Nigeria but that is another story.

Nigeria: No Stopping

I read of fear in Abuja and the country side at this time of celebration and new hope. The will of the coward has no place in these times; kill the cowards. The heart of the people is beating in unison as the day arrives to plan futures and create destiny. Nigeria is crucial to civilization, its people will soon realize as this new path is addressed and opened for all to witness. I know this is the threshold of amazement for a people and nation destined to change the world; get on with it.

Nigerian Awakening

Time is running out on the usurpers. Tide of freedom running strong now who going to censor this election for the people of Nigeria? Who gonna stand up for the people of Nigeria? Let the will of God be done this time; bet a change gonna come. Can't be that much selfishness left, the people aren't realizing their potential while the oil flows, while the waiting to share is getting old. Let's see if the Nation fighters show up this time for the sake of what's right.

Meanwhile back in America:

Now the Henchman and his crew calls the President out to discuss his views on revolution; this is going to be a good speech. The President can start out by reminding this traitor that America spawned from revolution and evolved to save the world. He can also remind him that the stabilization of civilization is dependant on America acting not runnig away from time and destiny. He really needs to find out who side the Henchman and crew is really on; Freedom or Oppression? We cannot afford to dismiss the tide of freedom sweeping through the world, we made this freedom. If there is anything we must do that is to uphold the spirit of revolution to the day we die.

Election Times Destiny-

Who will be winner after this new election? Will it be the people or the power elite? Will it be the future or the past? Nigeria is so close to paving the way for the rest of Africa it hurts. Who will stand up against the prospect of Nigeria becoming the foremost nation in Africa? What internal nail can stop this transformation or change this course? It is destined to be no matter what gets in the way; rise up Nigeria!

So Many Days

If was fun being able to get to Africa but leaving behind loved ones is no fun at all. We share love and build hope just by being there, it is a win situation until space intercedes and twist every thing up. I don't know when I will get back to Abuja but I will. I wasn't playing while I was there but I regret getting serious with the one's I care about in that a void is growing every day between us. As long as we stay in contact the chances of us completing the deal is greater. The days have turned into years....it is hard on my side too.

Election

The wheel of freedom is rolling over the depots and puppet governments. The power to take away humanity from dreamers and fighters is diminishing on the world scene. The cost of freedom is great but the denial of freedom and prosperity will fuel revolution. This election will define the nation and the nation will define its role in destiny. The civilization we have created must be stengthened by the emergence of Africa; motherland has awaken.

Peace

Keep the peace going/future is yours/God is with us. Be strong,Stay strong.

Mr. Goodluck

I am glad you filled the void; no nation waits on destiny.. What are you going to do? Turn the lights on? Fire up the iron foundries? Fix the roads? Create jobs? Any one will be a good start in light of the ridicule out in the streets about Nigeria. Mr. Goodluck, I wish you well, Nigerians must move forward and you know the way. God is with you and Nigeria

On the Run

The future of any nation depends on its ability to build infrastructures from steel. We know how the railroad system opened up America on its quest to become a super-civilization. The utilization of iron ore was the key and the dependence on foreign steel has led to many of our problems today. Although we have railroads which are the true backbone of our economy; we procure steel from nations which don't have iron ore reserves. The cost of everything related to steel is going up and all of our major foundry's are shutting down, because they cannot compete. I had a private conversation with the Ministers of Steel in Nigeria, I warned them of the consequences of dependence on foreign steel. The context of my dialog revolved around the iron ore mine at Itakpe, in Kogii State, Nigeria. As GM of Koch Nigeria, LTD, I saw first hand why they must revitalize that iron ore mine. The initial completion of the mine represented a quantum leap in iron ore production technology which is still decades beyond anything we have on Earth today. The process known as Super-Concentrate modulates iron ore which is 45% pure to 77% pure iron ore. The iron is to hard to make nails, the nail machines can't cut it, the frequent break down makes it not economical. The fact that there are three billion tons of proven iron ore reserve in Africa, 250 million tons of which is in Itakpe would have made it possible for Nigeria to become a world leader in the steel industry. It did not happen. Imagine some one driving a new car who has never driven a car in their life. I can even take you deeper; give the controls of the Space Shuttle to a child. This is what essentially happened at Itakpe. The systematic destruction of the Itakpe Iron Ore Mine was finally stopped last year. The recommission contract was all but a done deal for Koch Nigeria, LTD. It seems like it want happen , there is nothing in the new budget for Itakpe Iron Ore Mine or Koch Nigeria, LTD. It has been talk-talk all the time I was in Abuja. We delivered every document that Procurement requested, the Director of Steel and my MD were hospitalized in the Belgium Accident, Koch gave the Indians the parts they needed to keep production going at Itakpe, and the power point presentation given by the MD at the African Steel Summit opened everyone's eyes to the spoiling of Itakpe.

A company from India was given a free hand to run production by the Nigerian government, the contract went straight from the then director to the Indians, he signed off on it, the rest is history. The contract gave a foreign nation control of Nigeria's future in the world steel industry. Once the parts; which were under the control of Koch, ran out and they defaulted on purchases from other sources, the scavaging began to keep production going. The 50 million tons of ore processed while the Indians ran the mine; a zero in the ledger of income for the Nigerian Treasury. The Indians and their associates never paid the government a dime, it was all pure profit.Where did the money go; somebody got paid. A contract with Koch Nigeria, LTD made it possible to deliver 50,000,000,000 Naira worth of parts and consumables from Belgium to Lagos to Italkpe, The testing, running and recommissioning of the Itakpe Iron Ore Mine seemed a great possibility. It didn't happen; the mine is ghost. There are talks of privatization, the Chinese, Ukrainians, and Europeans talk of purchasing the iron ore mine and the iron ore. The workers and their families are starving; This was all the result of international strategic warfare against the steel industry in Nigeria. The mine fully operational is capable of producing forty million tons of Super-Concentrate each year. You might be thinking where is the market with the current down turn in the steel market price; Nigeria is its on market, the developing nations of Africa are the Market. Let's go back to the premise that steel is the key to industrial and economic progress; What about fifty more Itakpe's all throughout Africa's iron producing belts. We put the word out at the African Summit that Koch Nigeria, LTD can construct those mines; right now. The railroads would do the same thing for Africa that it did for the United States of America during nation building time. Instead of seeing a void from the satellite in space; Africa would be shining as it takes its role in the future of civilization. The Indians were driven from the Nigerian steel industry but the destruction was systematic; it will take eighteen months to re normalize the mine. They destroyed the automation system, heavy ground equipment, the primary crusher, electrical wiring, motors, conveyors, and scavaged the two production lines to keep one running. The fourth line was never installed but they promised to do that so as to win the contract from the start of them taking control of the mine. It seems improbable that one company could be in control of all the steel production assets; mines and foundry's of a nation, destroy or spoil each one without the government taking a stand, it happened. There lacking of funding for the project represents a slap in the face of the nation of Nigeria and Africa, the world.. The table is full; only a few are eating. Oil will not, by itself, sustain nation building; if it could there would be a electrical grid in Nigeria that works. Who is in charge? The destiny of many is in the hands of a blind few should not be the story told for this Nation. It has the formula of the future; its people and in the ground.

WHO IS THIS MAN?

I deleted the article about Sir David Osunde, it was really a tirade,emotionally motivated because he disrespected me and all that I stand for as a man. Don't play with people if there is no good involved in the decision to consider that person a friend. He was like a brother to me, I looked up to him because he brought me in on a mission to help change a country, Nigeria. I watched him move towards that goal, witnessed the distress and blocks to its completion. I did all I could to escalate a vision. When he and the director were injured in Antwerp I was there; he survived and kept moving on forward to raise up Itakpe Iron Ore Mine. We lost each other somewhere on that road to Africa, my trust was all I had to offer. I am a man. No man runs my life; money does not make me. I came here empty handed, empty handed I will return. Power does corrupt but it also can get things that are positive done in Nigeria. I am signing multimillion euro contracts with out getting a euro, riding down the road to the mine with a prayer and a hope, all the time dealing with a trickster. "The sky is the limit!", he told me in London. I believed him. The haters got his ear and we became less than friends, it was hard times. Life only gives so many friends; real friends. It was taken to another level when my vacation home to America became a termination, he could not even tell me man to man. His daughter told me by relay message to my sister; it was messy. Who is this man? A dreamer? A big man stomping the spirit out of the "American' who only wanted to see Nigeria rise to its destiny throne? I am family but my abandonment was beyond the bounds, I feel worse than his worse enemy now. I don't appreciate being disrespected like that, no one I met in Nigeria can say that my vision was not strong in the hope for Nigeria; the role it will play in the future of civilization. It is a bad flavor.

Nigerian Queens

I hadn't seen her in months, she was lovely as ever. We fell in and out of love but we will always be friends. I said, " Let's get something to eat." We went to Assorted to pig out on our favorites, some of the best food in town. After a meal suit for a King and Queen we headed to a bar only she could find to chill over cocktails. "Why did you leave me, Daddy?", she had that whining tone in her voice. It wasn't going to work, she is too jealous. I told her the truth, " You are jealous for no reasons, I think you like stirring up drama." She kicked me on my leg, I kicked her back, she must have been a tom-boy; so playful. "Alright now you playing to rough, let's get out of here; your choice.", I was looking in those green eyes and wondering I must have been out of my mind to let her go.

Nigerian Queens 6

Nigerian Queen 6


I was busting out of my suits from all the dining and wining. The Nigerian cuisine is exquisite. It was too hot to get out and run. I would be running down the street and possibly get shot by an eager Mopol. There was a union uprising in Kogi State at the mine; I was on the road. I have never observed such lush emptiness before in my life. The fact was that the people were out there in the bush and villages. The vegetables were being sold on both sides of the highway, when we encountered a town it was culture shock. The motorcycles and cars were vying for dominance on the two way highway; it was a dangerous situation. I was thirsty. We pulled into the café, the merchants swamped us before we could get out of the van; they were selling everything. The joint was like the juke joints in Louisiana back in the woods, it was popping though. I ordered a round of beer to quench out the thirst. When I spoke it was if I was speaking Chinese; no one could understand what I was saying; good, it made the tension go away and we got along. I took pictures. The place was full of the energy of the hustle; I will never forget that. My cell; who is it? It was Dee Dee. A golden lady I had captivated at the bank before I traveled. “Where are you, Mr. Charles? How is your day?” she was on the hunt. I loved being the prey in Africa; my hunters where the most beautiful and cunning throughout the universe. I said, “I am on the road. Business. You want me don’t you?” She was laughing. I had called it right but we would have to wait. “I just called to see how you are doing; when will you be back?” she said. No pretense there; real women tell you upfront in Africa what is going down. Imagine a cross between a Beyounce’ and Berry, six feet tall golden Amazon. Those emeralds green’s mesmerized me from the get go; super fox. I stayed cool with it, “I will be back soon. We will dine and dance; OK. I am on a mission.” The call dropped right then, that was the last I heard from her in two weeks. We were back on the road; debris field on both sides reflecting the carnage that is involved in driving on the highway in Nigeria. By the time we made it to the mine my blood pressure must have gone up sixty points; it was like a collision derby; dangerous is not the word. We got settled in and I called my Stella. She shoulda been in Nollywood, beautiful beyond compare and she loves her some Charles; she is a doll. “Hey baby, what’s up with it? Daddy is in town, come on down. I have missed you; you know that.” I was feeling this. “I am on the way now. I missed you too; my love. I will bring food and drinks. I am so glad you are here. Oooh.” She was ripe for the taking; time does make the heart go stronger.

Nigerian Queens 5

The mopol’s were putting there foot’s down in the compound and on the streets; security was a must in Abuja. The previous night the bad boys made a move against the rear of the compound which was rare in this neighborhood. It was just a check out following shots being fired the night before in the streets in front of the compound next door. I heard shots fired; the security rushed to the back and found nothing. A car in the front warned the intruders in the back to retreat; they were checking out our resolve. The mopol were on edge and some worker got out of line and was stomped down. Justice is quick and immediate in Abuja; bad boys run in gangs of ten, twenty, and sometimes thirty strong, armed to the teeth. I had to be careful of my coming and going; we were on high alert, something was going down. “Hi. Where are you?” it was Omar with her fine self. “I’m ten minutes away. Can I come pick you? We have a date: remember?”she said in that seductive voice that is so irresistible. “Things are in chaos, I got to be careful, come on.” we just had to disappear in the weekend rush. When she drove up in front of the compound she had an angel of delight with her named Rose. I got in back. “Mr. C this is Rose.” It was two against one, “Hi, Rose. How are you doing?” “ I’m good. Omar told me about you and I decided to come along if she needed backup.” I was laughing inside so hard it hurt, “You know kung fu? You strapped?” She asked what strapped was and laughed hard too. “You got ninja skills or you kill with your beauty?” I let the air of that situation and told Omar we need to get on the move. The Assorted is an up scale eatery, professionals have their cars parked there until it closes; assorted might give reference to the multitude of fine Abuja women who frequent the place. It was like we had just dropped in from Mars, the crowd was talking loud, blam; Omar and Rose put a spell on the noise, they rank as topnotch any where on earth. We got in line and ordered, I got a table with clear views all around front and back. I was on razor ALERT. Omar said, “I know what I want for dessert.” Rose said, “Me too.” I felt like a steak in a lions den. I capped back, “I want a double dose of something sweet and hot. Two sugar wugar’s with cream on top.” They burst out laughing; message received loud and clear. Rose was here for the weekend, bored from the college stress. They were both going to school in Benin; an ancient center of learning, still going. The meals got to our table quick, I was starving. Nigerian women are something else if they like you; they both took turns feeding me. I was a little embarrassed but kept it cool. I was being Kinged by two of the baddest women in Abuja; it gets no better than that. I felt honored to be in the service of two flawless queens; I’ll never forget that day. “I want to go to the Hilton, Mr. C., We can have breakfast there: Ok?” Omar looked at Rose, “I want bacon and eggs, Orange juice, sweet bread, and coffee. OK?” I just hit the jackpot; bingo! “What time is it?” I had to say something to throw them off, I was going to the Hilton but we had to pick up boots, a bottle and some water. I paid the tab. They sandwiched me on the way out; I must have been the envy of every man in the Assorted that day. I love women who love back; from the soul. We headed for the Hilton; Abuja’s play ground for the rich and famous. The lights came on as we neared the hotel, it is a huge edifice, traffic backed up around the corner. We had no problem getting a suite but going through the lobby was a blast; these women mesmerized the throngs of partiers and guests; stood out like diamonds on black velvet. Our glasses tingled as the first toast of many that night, “To the good life, to the long life, let me see what you working with?” I knew I was in Touble but I did not care, you only live now. The lights went off, Nepa, when they came back on in less than a minute; I was standing in front of the most dazzling display of womanhood ever put on this world. They rushed me; you know who won?

Nigerian Queens 4

The spirit of a woman is the most exquisite entity in the universe; her very existence is the balance of absolute. The ebbs an flow of her well being determines the fate of destiny; we need treat her as queen no matter the circumstances. If you know one woman; you know them all.
Their connection in the world of bliss is crucial so don't take her for granted. She needs to be satisfied; with the big S in satisfied.
As the waves of pure bliss made us oblivious to the world, a realization experience invaded my my mind. I had been with plenty of women but this encounter had taken on a mystical quality; it felt like a soul blending. The give and take of this interlude pressed me to the utmost of blisstivity. The power of our struggle; that moment right before dawn, but held down by a force to mysterious to contemplate. I was shaking; plateaus never envisioned washed through my body. She was getting hers, so lovely, as the peaks and valleys played with the precipice of ultimate gratification, her aura was golden. I was enjoying every moment of this exploration of the unknown; we were going somewhere else. I could hear my heart pounding, my ears were stopped up; the only sound I could hear was us. She burst through to a new level of motion, " UMMMMM! Just like that; YES!" That door was opening, we turned the key; BLAM! She was moaning, shaking, crying and beating my ass, " Just like that, give it up, bliss with it, hehhhh!" I whispered in to her ear. I held on for dear life, " You killed me. You too strong. Don't stop. Ooooooh!", she wasn't going to let go. I went through the top, the dam blew apart opening us to a new state of being, I exploded, the bed collapsed, I didn't relent. The voice I heard shouting; it was mine. We floated, swept away to a dimension beyond existence, thusness; undescribable bliss. I kissed her, wiped away the tears, " You OK? I got you; just hold on to me, I'll never let you go.Never." I was whispering as though the cosmos might hear every word I spoke; wrapped up in and out of each other. " I feel like a woman. It is like I am awake again; not a rag doll like I have been treated by men here. You made me climax. I'm feeling this all over my body and mind. You strong; I like that.", she confessed, flinging her self all over me, showering me with kisses. We had taken control of the new ground, " You with me?" I like this about her, she looked me straight in the eyes and said, " I'm with you, C." We both won, I thought you knew.