Weekend,please don’t leave yet….

Regardless of the tune you set to your alarm,
        it will still be an alarm come tomorrow morning.
an  irritating alarm.

  ..are the words that keep ringing in my mind as I
am sitted here on my bed,
staring outside at nothing in particular.
Maybe just counting  the minutes despairingly  as I watch Monday approaching from a far.
(i think of late I must be developing a third eye if I can see Monday from a distance!)

I lazily reach for my pen and I scribble a lot on my book.
And being the hopelessly generous person I am…especially with my thoughts,
I decide to share with you the sensible bits from all that I had scribbled.


…just the mention of that
word is enough to send my face muscles flexing into  that perfect sneer
which expresses  just a
pint of what discomfort that word causes
to my whole anatomy.
See that feeling you get when mommy gets home early
you remember the utensils are still in the sink?
Yes,that one.


someone who know where I can get such a gun?I really need it.

Mondays are those days I wake up at the
sound ..no,lets call it noise of the alarm,I snooze it
(of course with that trademark frown 🙁 we all wear at the ringing of our alarm clocks)
I turn over,
pull my blanket back 
and then sheepishly
whisper to my sweet little self…its just some few seconds melodious!
(I do that to sweeten the dish of guilt that accompanies that crime.)

The pains that come with
the alarm ringing on a Monday morning,only your
blanket can tell.
It only serves to remind us of the
tireless days ahead before the next weekend
arrives.The haven of each of us.
(Blessed heavens.Oh how I loved that smile that tugged at the corners of your lips when I mentioned next weekend!‘ B-) )

Monday, reminds us of all the early
endless classes,
terrible deadlines to beat,
not to mention that overflowing inflow box on your desk waiting to be emptied….by only you.
And much more.

You must be sulking already,for having me take your mind into Monday chaos earlier than you would have liked.Don’t tire yet.
My grandpa seems to have a solution to it.
At least for this one Monday.
You are familiar of the kind of solutions grandpas
(and mine to be particular)
can offer at times.

He told me,
this Monday,
When your alarm goes off,
get off bed,take a hammer and smack that alarm really good.


😉 😉 dont do this unless you have extra pennies to buy a new alarm that evening.lol!

……then laugh at the mess you made and strut to the shower like you own that alarm manufacturing company!

And with that,
Grandpa walked away gleefully…..
As I stood there contemplating on whether to laugh or try to understand what he said.

That old geezer is something!smh

If what he advised me is what they call the wisdom that graces old age…
am no longer sure if to still look forward to it.

grandpa may not have been right.
He is old you see.
And…he never uses an alarm anyway.
looking at his words,he did have a point.
Maybe Monday mornings are not as bleak as we have painted them.

I will be waiting to hear from you come Tuesday if you tried my wise grandpa’s advice!

Have a blessed week loves!:)


My name is Melodious. An economics student, foodie, a writer(writing gives life!), a sister, and a lover of life.

I love to dance in the rain and to sing in the bathroom.

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  1. Anonymous
    September 17, 2016 / 11:07 am

    Really melodious? really?

    • September 18, 2016 / 9:04 pm

      Really😊😊😊😊!.please don’t tell me you do not share in my sentiments dear!

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