Marry me he said Marry me I will make you the queen of my heart Marry me I will make you breakfast in bed Marry me and you will be the one after my own heart Marry me and you will be my best friend Marry me and I will take you anywhere for … Continue reading Marry me
They say there is no Mr. Perfect, Instead, she should try to appreciate the imperfection in someone. What if he doesn’t want to shun her own imperfections? Hello Mr. Perfecto, She has been watching you from afar, Shiny shoes, Neatly pressed suits, And a most charming smile to fit in the sartorial. But she is … Continue reading Hello Mr. Perfecto
All sweaty, Alma bounced on the couch, wholly disgusted in her own skin by the verity that she was soaked in sweat, with her outfit all gummy to her body. It had been a long day for her at work. She’d quickly glanced at her phone; she was expecting a call from Nnamdi, nevertheless she … Continue reading Behind The Altar
‘’Sabongari!!’’ the conductor cried out as if his lungs were half way out of his body system. I could faint at that very moment due to competitive outrage escape from the disastrous tramp, supposedly known as his lips; I stared in despair as I watched him sprinkle saliva at everyone under the snare of his … Continue reading The Northerner
Just this last time and I will go back to my knees and ask you for forgiveness……. I thought I was wise, perfect…….. I thought I knew it all. I never wanted to realize you are above all, Without you there was never going to be a me….. yeah, i knew this. ‘‘DO YOU EXIST?’’… I … Continue reading I Am Sorry
‘’Hello bebe.’’ Such igbo intonation. I looked round the supermarket, I did not want to believe this plump was referring to me. He had his shattered thirty-two drastically exposed to my face. I was disgusted. ‘’ Me is talking to you, bebe.’’ Was he Nigerian? Or was that English I perceived? I kept up with … Continue reading Letter To Mr Perfect
I was in bed when I heard the familiar screeching and scraping noise, the sound was from the kitchen store. As usual. I had lost consciousness of sleep, I could not close my eyes anymore pretending asleep. The noise got louder and more disturbing; apparently I couldn’t keep bottling up the disgust of … Continue reading Anwuli
It was just like yesterday that I had had an encounter with an Angel; it was already two weeks, I had sniffed and searched round the whole street of Oakland, asking anyone I saw around about Sam’s where-about. Few people thought I was just being delusional due to my inquisitiveness, some thought … Continue reading I Met Sam : Part 2
‘your boots are dusty’’ My fingers trembled in the cold as I snapped through the latest updates of Hello Magazine, I wondered were that quivering voice sneaked from. I searched with my eyes for the creature in which that thin cute voice escaped from. ‘’Please grant me the honour of clothing it with my rope … Continue reading I Met Sam: Part 1