All posts by Kycee Q

writer, fashion designer, artist, accountant...lolx i'm alot of things, an opened book.

FATAL ATTRACTION: A Peek Into the greatest Irony of them all

    SEE PROLOGUE HERE “Osaretin! Osaretin!” “Osas!” I felt a thud on my side and then, on my head. I scowled, breaking away from the daydream I had just had, as I turned to my torturer. “Jesus! Guy wetin dey worry you nau?” I scolded, rubbing the spot Richy my friend and roommate had hit, … Continue reading FATAL ATTRACTION: A Peek Into the greatest Irony of them all

TWIST AND TURNS: Episode One

Lara I felt him roll over, his arms pulling me as he went. So I was back again in his arms, feeling the warmth of his body and the persistent rise and fall of his chest. Funny, when I had first imagined him bare chested several years ago, I thought there would be hairs all … Continue reading TWIST AND TURNS: Episode One

Having Cold Feet Before The Wedding, Real Or Just A Terrible Excuse?

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?

FATAL ATTRACTION: The Prologue

Prologue   Papa led me down the dusty path, pulling my hand as he went. From the corner of my eyes, I could see with the help of the dim light proffered by the crickets in the bushes that we had just passed Mama Osarodion’s Akara stall which stood almost at the outskirt of the … Continue reading FATAL ATTRACTION: The Prologue

The Faithful Boyfriend 2/2

For the previous episode of this, click HERE So, there was this other day, a colleague of mine, Faith had rushed into my apartment lamenting about how a stupid driver had splashed water on her dress. True to her words, her dress had been so soaked with mud that it was starting to stick to her … Continue reading The Faithful Boyfriend 2/2

The Faithful Boyfriend 1/2

She had her red blouse on and the blue jeans she told me she bought a month ago.  There was also a blue jacket on and from where I was standing watching her; I didn’t think I’d seen it before. Let me just quickly say this before I continue; knowing and getting familiar with my … Continue reading The Faithful Boyfriend 1/2

The Little Storyteller 2

For the first Episode, click here “So did you ask her?” Ij asked as soon as I jumped down from the car. From the little beads on her face, I could tell that she had been running to beat me to school this morning. We had had a bet about it and somehow I had overslept … Continue reading The Little Storyteller 2

How I met Mary, Again

It was one of those job-hunting days and I was running late for one bank job test like that, scheduled for 8:00am. Swiftly, I hurried out of the house and jumped into the first bus I stopped (then, Araba buses were still in vogue, blowing head bombs as horns and causing irrelevant traffics everywhere ). But fortunately … Continue reading How I met Mary, Again

The Q-Corner: The Power of Conji

  When I was younger, I used to hear people complain about how conji wanted to kill them. Then, I used to find it extremely funny, so I would laugh and laugh until tears came out from my eyes, because even though I couldn’t quite understand what ‘having conji” meant, the word was just jocose but … Continue reading The Q-Corner: The Power of Conji

The Little Storyteller

Mum had me when she was twenty-five years old. By then, she was all grown up, done with school, living by herself, and working; she even owned her own private business. One would think that was enough reason to be ready but mum said she didn’t ‘plan’ me. However, she didn’t neglect to hammer on … Continue reading The Little Storyteller

The Morning Before

The atmosphere was charged with the disco lights bouncing off the walls of the largely spaced room in various colors while the air stood, stifled with alcohol, cigarette, sturdy brands of perfumes, and body sprays. And then, there were others;  sweats, body odors… We were like animals and the club was our jungle. I took the ice … Continue reading The Morning Before

The Toilet Visitor

Recently, I’ve been frequenting the toilet, not because I wanted to ‘shit’ or ‘piss’ but because it was actually the one place I knew I could go where no body could hear or see me cry. My favorite place in the world. For those who do not know, my visiting days to the toilet began … Continue reading The Toilet Visitor

My Girlfriend’s Diary

It was a fancy book. One of those thick covered note books that had like hundred leaves in them and across the pages, a big ‘2015” was inscribed on it, in red ink. The book was brown, obviously leather-made with a belt across; but in front, towards the right corner of the book was a … Continue reading My Girlfriend’s Diary

Tales of Lakin

For the previous Tale of Lakin, kindly click here Chidinma’s plot Lakin wanted to speak but couldn’t find the right words to use. How was he going to explain what happened? Who would believe him if he said it wasn’t intentional? Even the gods wouldn’t believe him… It had been the latest hour of the … Continue reading Tales of Lakin