HERITAGE WEB SOLUTIONS: Committed to a Clean Community

Chronicled by Afronuts @ Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Before the advent of the computer somebody made a striking quote that ‘the world is a stage’.
It very clear that its very true because the internet has made the world one global community.
To keep such a massive community running you need geniuses of intellect; virtual experts whose special touch give the world wide web a reason to keep spinning.

Enter HERITAGE WEB SOLUTIONS, a top notch USA based company that specializes in Designing and Hosting Affordable Websites for Small and Medium Size Businesses.

Now you’d think I’m just running my mouth and making a big fuss over ‘just another web solutions company’ but pray tell me, how can I just ignore a company that has become a multi-million dollar enterprise in just 7 years, was recognized two consecutive years (which is quite rare) by Inc.500 and Utah Valley BusinessQ as one of the fastest growing with a staggering 3,443.1 percent growth in revenue in three years?

I tell you; you just can’t ignore such. And to cap it all HERITAGE WEB SOLUTIONS and its employees recently set in motion, plans to clean up their community. Now that’s something to give their clients a great deal of rest of mind.

Not every web solutions company may consider doing this but here’s one that certainly does. It goes to show how importantly this company values its integrity and doing the right thing to ensure their customers get value for their money.

The company no doubt keeps growing because of its committed employees which the company takes it time to equally groom to be the best. Paul Beebe of The Salt Lake Tribune once asked the question in his article: ‘How do you manage a company that grew by more than 3,400 percent from 2003 to the end of last year?’
For a company that doesn’t kid with its employees, services and clientele; a company that 's  dedicated to ensuring that it leaves a legacy and a good example of ensuring a clean community, such a question is so easy to answer. 

There’s a maxim that states that 'it’s hard work getting to the top and it’s also hard work staying there.' HERITAGE WEB SOLUTIONS and its employees have taken this maxim to heart by taking every measure to keep their community clean.

Now why wouldn’t I consider the services of such a company?

Only those who want the best go for the best

Heritage Web Solutions

THE CHRONICLES X - TAKEN 2

Chronicled by Afronuts @ Monday, October 27, 2008

Shola had been waiting at home, almost worried to death about Segun’s whereabouts. She was a gentle and easy going woman who never raised her voice against her husband nor questioned his outings. She believed and trusted him with all her soul; a state she had come to dwell in ever since those days when after a tough game of playing hard-to-get. She was a strong-minded woman who had been hard to win over but once Segun succeeded in wooing her, she fell hopelessly in love with him.

Shola was worried because she had gotten a call. Somebody had called in from Segun’s office to ask where he had dropped the files for a certain project. She was baffled. 
Wasn’t Segun on assignment from the office? Why where they calling for him at home? 

She explained his absence. 

They said they had sent him on no such assignment. He had requested for a casual leave to attend to personal matters.

Then she had called his line and he didn’t pick it.
Shola got worried and had paced up and down the living room, trying hard to think.
Had something bad happened to Segun?

She was dressed and about leaving to go meet a close friend of her husband when Segun walked in.
He gave her a stern look; the type that’s guaranteed to put the fear of God in you. If Shola knew it was all just a façade to hide the lingering feeling of guilt biting deep into his conscience, she probably wouldn’t have fallen for it.

‘And where do you think you’re going’? he asked, his eyes traveling from the length of her well bunned silky hair to the sleeveless red blouse, navy blue jeans, black heeled slippers and finally back to her face.
 
‘Thank God you’re back. I was worried; I was about to get Harry so we could go searching for you. Where have you been? I called the office but they said you never went on any assignment.’ 
Shola’s concern for him was so intense she had failed to notice he had slightly jumped when she mentioned the call to the office.

But Segun knew how to deal with the situation. He had done it before. Within minutes he had cooked up a cock and bull story about going on a casual leave in order to work outside the office. 

As usual Shola fell for it. 

Segun sighed secretly in relief. He had been tense waiting to see whether she would buy it. After his encounter with the strange man, he wasn’t sure if Shola was up to something; like sending someone to spy on him. Her actions spelt out her ignorance about his infidelity.
He slumped into sofa, picked up the remote and switched on the TV.

                                            * * *

The bartender placed Segun’s order before him.
He murmured his thanks, picked up the malt liquor and sipped on it.
His eyes wandered round the bar, taking in everybody in the bar. Not many people were around which was quite unusual for a Friday.

He glanced at his Rolex; the time read 9:30pm. Ada was running late. He didn’t like being kept waiting but in Ada’s case he unconsciously chose to make an exception. Rather than be impatient, he was nervous; the type that gripped you when you’ve just lied to your wife about your whereabouts and you’re trying hard not to be spotted by anybody who looked like a spy sent by your pretentious wife.

Though he had been relieved that Shola wasn’t suspecting him of anything yet, he felt a certain dread that she might eventually rise to the occasion. His dead conscience seemed eager to resurrect at the thought. He killed it instantly by pre-occupying his mind with thoughts of what he would do to Ada that night. 

He took another sip at his drink, turned briefly to view the environs of the bar again and instantly froze as his eyes rested on the person sitting next to him. 

It wasn’t the person’s face that sparked his fear because Segun wasn’t good at remembering faces, but the white African lace fabric. Segun never forgot colors and patterns.

The man was leaning against the bar table like Segun had been doing and sipping on what seemed to be a glass of water.
He placed down his glass and turned to Segun, a pleasant smile well lit on his face.

‘Hi Segun. Having fun?’

Segun continued to look at him, unaware that he wasn’t doing a good job of hiding his shock. 

‘Who are you? Why are you following me? Who sent you?’

‘Hey relax, take it easy. What on earth makes you think I’m following you?’

‘Why wouldn’t I suspect you of following me? This isn’t the first time we’re meeting!’

 ‘Hmm, you’re a smart and observant guy I must say, but I’m only here to do my job and it means our paths must cross.’

Fear gripped Segun. Did he just say ‘job’? What job? 
Images flashed through his mind of what kind ‘job’ it might be; a spy’s, an assassin’s or a kidnapper’s.

The man seemed to know what he was thinking.
‘Relax man. My job is just to advice you and warn you.’

He took another sip of his water and leaned forward. His voice came out clearly and boldly with some authority that made the hair on the back of Segun’s neck stand up in fear.

‘Stop cheating on your wife. You’re gonna hurt her…badly’

Segun replied defiantly, though still afraid because he didn’t know whom he was dealing with.
‘Look mister, I don’t know who you are and I find your accusation rather insulting!’ 

The man looked flustered but still maintained a calm voice.
‘I’m sorry if I’ve upset you, but I’m just doing my job. That’s what I was sent to tell you. You’ll end up hurting your wife badly if you continue doing this.’ 

‘Doing what?’

‘Sleeping with a strange woman’

‘Excuse me?’

‘You heard me.’

Segun exhaled slowly and drummed his fingers on the bar table. He always did such things when anything hit him with a big blow.
He looked down then up again into the man’s face. He hadn’t forgotten the other part of the question he wanted to ask.

‘Who sent you?’

‘A concerned person.’

‘And who is this person?’

‘Sorry, I’m not allowed to tell’

‘What do you mean…?’ Segun began but was cut off by a buzzing watch alarm.
The man looked quickly at his wristwatch, downed his water and got off his stool.

‘Sorry, my time is up for today. I’ve got another assignment to carry out.’
‘What…but we’re not finished here! I still have questions…’

‘They’ll be answered…in due time.’

He dipped his hand into his pocket, drew out a folded piece of paper and offered it to Segun who took it reluctantly. 

‘Please take my word serious, and we won’t have to see for the third time.’

He took his leave quickly. Segun watched him walk towards the bar door. He was now more confused than before. He swallowed hard and tried to comport himself.
He looked at the paper the man had given to him. It was a copy of the same tract the man had given him on the first day they met. Voices began to raise questions in his mind

Who was behind all this? Is Shola involved?

In the middle of his questing somebody tapped slowly on his back.

Fearfully, he turned round slowly…  

To be continued...

© Lolu Kush (Afronuts) - Story
© Kimson Masters - Illustrations

THE CHRONICLES X - TAKEN 1

Chronicled by Afronuts @ Friday, October 10, 2008

Segun’s mobile phone rang and vibrated violently against Ada’s legs. 

She shrieked and jumped off the bed in fright.

It took five seconds for her senses to comprehend what was actually happening. 
The phone had been lying next to her on the bed. Segun must have absent mindedly dropped it there when he was ripping her clothes off.

She strutted angrily round to the side of the bed where Segun lay, face down, asleep, butt naked; his face hidden behind the pillow, part of his arms and legs entangled in the sheets. The only thing in full view was his big black ass which glowed under the dimmed lights of the hotel room like the outer part of a well oiled calabash.

She picked the still ringing mobile phone and wedged it in-between the cracks of his big fat butt.

That was all Segun needed to snap him out of the dream he had been deeply entranced in.

He jumped up in shock, fell off the bed and hit the floor. The phone slid out of his butt on impact and rolled to one side of the room.

‘What the hell…’ He gasped trailing off as he looked up to Ada for an explanation. He couldn’t fathom what just happened.

‘What kind of a nasty phone is that? Its got a cacophonous ring tone and vibrates like an electric chair!’ Ada yelled at him.

‘Huh? What did my phone do to you…?’ a confused Segun spoke in a slurred voice, his eyes still clouded and drunken with sleep.

By now the phone had stopped ringing. Ada hissed, picked her underwear and clothes, and made for the bathroom.

He got up from the floor, stretched out, yawned loudly and walked over to where the phone lay. He picked it up and checked out who had been calling.

His eyes flew wide open and he froze at the caller’s ID.

It was Shola - his wife. 

Why did she call? What did she want? Didn’t he tell her that he would be out of town for two days on ‘official assignment’?

Minutes later he stepped out of the Hotel with Ada and made for the car park. As he searched his pocket for his bunch of keys, a handsome young man in white African lace fabric walked up to him smiling.
‘Good day sir. I’d like you to have this’, the man said handing a small leaflet over to him. He also gave one to Ada.
‘May God bless you as you read it’. And without waiting for any response, he walked away.

Segun looked at the tract. It had a message that talked about the marriage and fidelity and a bunch of stuff that hinted on the unpredictability of one’s death.
He looked up and around quickly for the man who had dropped the tract but he was no where to be found.
He felt uneasy. The guilty conscience of his infidelity had been suppressed over time but this little piece of paper had just re-ignited it on a grand scale. 
The man who had given him this paper…did he know something?

Ada hissed, crumpled hers, threw it in a nearby gutter, opened the front passenger side of the car and got in. Segun looked at her. She didn’t seem to have any conscience at all. She seemed so content sleeping with another woman’s husband.
He looked across the street hoping he would catch a glimpse of the mystery man but there was no sign of him anywhere.

To be continued....

© Lolu Kush (Afronuts) - Story
© Kimson Masters - Illustrations

UP NEXT ON THE CHRONICLES X

Chronicled by Afronuts @ Monday, October 06, 2008

TAKEN

Lolu Kush (Afronuts) - Story
Kimson Masters - Illustrations

A man who’s been cheating on his wife discovers a strange man keeps showing up at his various secret rendezvous while catching fun with his girlfriend. Is the man spying on him? Was he sent by his supposedly unsuspecting wife?
What he discovers is far more than he could comprehend; something far more terrifying than being spied upon by another human being.

Stay tuned…

Worth having - The Water Maker

Chronicled by Afronuts @ Monday, October 06, 2008

It looks like a water dispenser but you can’t help noticing the striking difference. This is simply because it has no water refill or replacement bottle which most dispensers happen to have. 
This amazing contraption not only dispenses water, it also MAKES water. Yes you heard me. That’s why it’s called the Water Maker. 
Using the technology similar to the way Air conditioners work, it takes in air and condenses it into water. Then it filters and purifiers it before it’s dispensed in either hot or cold variants.

Some of the folks in my office are a bit afraid to use it. I don’t blame them. Most of them are too used to normal refillable dispensers and are trying to fathom how a dispenser that doesn’t need water refills can make water out of the air. I guess that’s what happens when you’re not much of a science and technology person. Questions have been raised, what if one farts? What if the air around it is smelly? Blah…blah…blah

What they fail to realize that this recycled water is the purest form of water because the water refills they get in normal dispensers are usually treated and not all that fresh. The water maker just recycles natural air into natural water and filters and purifies it using elements similar to those found in the soil which help purifying water. 

I’ve been drinking from the Water Maker and I tell you - the water is really FRESH. 
It’s a great gadget that’s going to change a lot of things.
It’s going to help utilize our natural resources in way that the earth won’t loose out. 
Imagine this machine being purchased for places where water is scarce. As long as there is AIR, it has what it needs to make water!

Isn’t that Awesome?

I’ll recommend the water maker anytime, any day, anywhere. That’s some real good earth friendly tech you could use!