Please go ahead. Go on and call me shameless. A shameless being that can push up her breasts, adjusting her brassiere all the while looking into your eyes. I will not be uncomfortable for your comfort. I'm sorry. For you. Not for my actions. Call me shameless because more times than not I feel the … Continue reading The Shameful
The last bell has rung. All the athletes are throwing themselves out to surpass the rest. They are all using every ounce of their last strength to get to the finish line. The muscles are worn out. Their legs want to give in. The breaths are long-drawn and sparse. Their throats dry. The end is … Continue reading Homestretch
We have all slept next to or near a snoring human being. Moral police, don't cock your guns, allow me to explain myself. I don't mean that we are all married and the person we chose as our lifetime partner gives us sleepless, troubled nights. No. I have an aunt who snores away as soon … Continue reading Noisy Sleepers
It has been several months since I started keeping the calendar, that has been going great. Writing a journal however, I admit hasn't been abided by. A few days after my cycle and only two days with an insomniac attack. It is 3:17 am some day in March or April when I decide to stop … Continue reading Periodism.
9th May He was standing over me. I lay there, not entirely helpless but scared out of my wits. Nervous. I'm shaking like a leaf at the mercy of a strong wind (how did this phrase go again? Y'all used it to spice up primary compositions). He is gloved and ready. I knew I was … Continue reading Numbed.
Forget electricity. The invent of the internet was the best thing to happen to us humans. One cannot do without the other? There is no case of what came before the other here. The egg or the chicken classic. Thanks to the advancements made in this generation, the latest basic need in most city homes … Continue reading Thee Glam Life of The Gram
I am an angry person. What that usually means is I find it hard to smile. It happens, I question people smiling at me. Why would you want to smile at me? Do I look like I'm smiling or want anything to do with smiling? Don't get me wrong. You can smile at me. I … Continue reading A Pint Of Humanity
He is two or so years her elder They are trudging behind their mother on the streets It is a Sunday, their family's day out They have eaten fast foods washed down with Fanta orange Deep fried chicken and equally done chips Evidenced by the sister's halfly wiped lips Her steps are tiny She can't … Continue reading Pure Love
I let her go I let her go even when I felt and knew I shouldn't Down that road I had been a couple of times And a little human touch springed me back But I saw it fit to rush to my busied life Leaving her to be consumed By the flame of hurts. … Continue reading I Let Her Go
I loved my red dress. In it, I could twirl freely and it would sway in the wind giving me that princess feel. I was beautiful as well as confident whenever it was on my body. We complemented each other. On the fateful day our symbiotic relationship came to an end, we were together on … Continue reading The Drying Sprinklers