School of Life So there I was in the ‘School of Life’, at first I found it very tough. Struggling with the lessons, finding them so hard at such a young age. Almost like putting a baby in secondary school. After much stress and strain I had advanced enough to be promoted to a higher … Continue reading School Of Life
Arnold was damp from a lot of sweating.He had decided to go hard on himself.As he made his way to his apartment,he ignored the elevator and used the staircase – he wanted to work himself to a state of exhaustion and numbness. As he jogged to his floor, Aderopo’s face merged into his imagination;he could … Continue reading Curved Lanes 2
I see the light in the rain I see the light in the brain I see the light in my name I see the light in my sway I see the light when I turn I see the light when I run I see the light in my shadows I see the light in the … Continue reading Light
A shiny place, filled with the wonders of the world Where battles are won and adversaries defeated Where pain is less likely felt and joy a lasting remedy Where positive overshadow negative Our future, made possible by the seed we sow now. It is bright but we can- ourselves, turn it around and make it … Continue reading Our Future
There she is, looking so different Staring back at me without any offence ‘Tis so unlike her She would have given a million reason to carp Making me vent out in anger for looking at her This bae looks comely today So much seems to have changed by the day; She was always scared to … Continue reading Self Love
Gbadegeshin is dead! The undertakers danced with the casket as if they knew his afterlife was sure. As if heaven was his abode. As his wife and kids threw in some sands into his grave with a shovel, I thought to myself; At least I know where a man’s body is buried, regardless of his … Continue reading Abyss
My story is very peculiar to me. As much as I would wish to be like you, I’ll still love to have my story. It’s very emotional and ugly, Still, I love it. ‘Cos its mine Don’t expect me to be like you. Don’t expect me to think like you. Don’t expect me to … Continue reading My story
They thought they’d won They were wrong They thought they’d broken me down They can only imagine I built me back so screw you I’ve raised and strengthened my defenses C’mon! Throw your curve I’m ready for you I’m on my feet now I won’t let you hurt me anymore You don’t deserve making me … Continue reading F**k The World!
A Little Longer ; A love Convo “What can I do for you?” What can I bring to you? What kind of song would you like me to sing? “‘Cause I’ll dance a dance for you Pour out my love for you What can I do for you beautiful king? “Cause I can’t thank you … Continue reading A Little Longer; A love Convo
She was broken No one knew that She cried They only saw the smile plastered on her face She hurt And even the one above could not take the pain away completely She was lonely She couldn’t even get that special friend They make a joke, tell her she’s weird, tell her she’s who she … Continue reading Broken
So I was at this wedding a couple of months ago. Menh! I thought I had come for “THE WEDDING” but little did I know that ‘the wedding’ would turn out to be a bloody waste of time, energy, T-fare, makeup plus the N5000 Ankara material the bride had insisted we must all sew and wear … Continue reading Having Cold Feet Before The Wedding, Real Or Just A Terrible Excuse?
I stood over her calm and resting frame on a hospital bed in one of the ICU rooms at Alexandria Hospital. The room was deathly silent, save for the slow and steady beeping sounds of the EKG, beeps that sounded in tune with each heart beat, each breathing in and breathing out. It had been … Continue reading Awake
“Babe! I’m so sorry I haven’t come to check on you in two days. . .” “It’s okay. I understand everything.” “No, not like that. . .” “I said I understand. . . Jide was here to see me yesterday and he tried to hide so many things from me but I can see disappointment … Continue reading Memoirs of A Repentant Slut ~ Episode 15
They say anyone who hears the sound of a gunshot is definitely not the victim of the shot, because the blasting sound of a bullet being fired is not as fast as the speed of the bullet. Why should anyone be thinking about bullet’s speed and sound on such a glorious Monday morning. Nandala breathed … Continue reading Victim Of Its Sting