The first time I burnt something in my father’s house was the day I knew that my life as a female was doomed. I had read in a novel that hell hath no fury as a woman scorned, oh boy, they knew nothing about a hungry factory worker. My mother had put on my … Continue reading Moria’s Diary
Hey lovelies! Thanks for the titles from the last post. This is another poem from my old collection…. I realize now that none of my poems had names! Again I dont know what inspired this poem, but it definitely glistened my eyes! And again I was no older than 17 when I wrote this, I think … Continue reading Another Poem
On a recent trip home, to Nigeria, I found a bunch of my old poetry and short story books! Between when I was 13 years old and 17 years old, I found this poem in one of them and I have no clue who this poem is for, but I felt like sharing it any … Continue reading A Note from Long Ago…
I wish to be held by you To be comforted by the joy of your laughter I want to put my hands in yours and take a walk I want to cuddle up with you by the fireplace I want I want to be your superwoman Your confidant and pal I want I want to … Continue reading I Want….
She’d never seen an owl before, but had been told that the day she saw one would be her last as a living being. She hissed and stared at the creature, “Foolish wives tales!” “I’m staring at it now and I feel fine!”she screamed into the night air. What was an owl doing in her … Continue reading She made love to a ghost……
Fortunately he wasn’t too far away. I found him just outside the lobby. “Femi, we need to talk.” He flinched as I placed my hand on his wrist. “Bimpe, don’t make a scene!” “Femi, we’ve been friends for six years, please let me explain what happened.” When he neither spoke nor acknowledged me, I moved … Continue reading Onyx……The End…
I remember the day. I was in the process of making dinner when Femi called and said that his Step father was town and wanted desperately to meet the lady in his life. I was nervous and excited and petrified to cook for ‘the family’. Femi had told me about this man. He wasn’t Femi’s … Continue reading Onyx…..Part III
The beginning. Meeting Femi was unbelievable. It was the most awkward meeting you can imagine, embarrassing as well, but definitely awkward. My friends and I had travelled up to the swamps for research purposes. Unfortunately for me, on our last day, I brushed up against a poisonous tree and was totally consumed with lesions … Continue reading Onyx…. Part II
“What a day it has been!” he giggled and reached across the bed to where she sat and tickled her. ‘How does it feel to be Mrs. Daniels?’ he stopped tickling and began to rub her shoulders ‘I am loving every minute of it, even though it’s only been for 6hours’ she laughed back He … Continue reading Onyx
Insane in the Membrane “When the baby is born, you wrap him in this towel. None of that diaper nonsense” “Babies, they don’t know diaper or towel. They shit too much.” The mid wife bit on her chewing stick aggressively. Faded tattoos and blackened lips, her earlier life must have been wild. “Breathe and push … Continue reading “Oh No, I’ve run Mad Again!” Insane in the Membrane.
I once heard that fear is the best way to condition a person’s mind. Instil fears into the hearts of your followers and provide yourself as their only hope and help and they will follow you like mindless zombies. Bla Bla Blah! Sheep “It’s offering time!” The man boomed into the microphone. “Therefore, … Continue reading Oh No I’ve Run Mad Again III – Bla Bla Blah Sheep
Even I have once chuckled at the idea of sitting on a couch and talking to a psychologist. We aren’t that kind of people, we are strong and if we fall we get right back up. Psssh, depression? Counselling? It’s for Westerners that have no spine and too much money! Even I have once chuckled at … Continue reading ‘Oh No, I’ve Run Mad Again’ – The Twist.
This story is inspired by a young Nigerian woman who was murdered by her husband on June 24, 2011. No one knows exactly what transpired between them that day but when she didnt show up for work, family and friends got concerned and called the police. When they got to the couple’s home, they found her … Continue reading “Oh No, I’ve Run Mad Again” I – The Mad Hearter