Thursday, 25 September 2014
10 reasons why we failed at love.
1. I was voiceless because I didn't want all my crazy to send you away
2. Because you liked interesting people and I was a desert with no jokes
3. Being with you only made me feel lonely.
4. I let every feeling fall out of my mouth too carelessly
5. Because I'm a lover without a lover.
6. I made a home out of you and you didn't want to stay.
7. I was insecure, counting all your girl friends.
8. I deserted praying for stalking you on instagram.
9. I spent too much time thinking of reasons why we wouldn't work.
10. I was too needy to live without you.
Tuesday, 9 September 2014
9, September 2014
Sometimes she let her mind deceive her
that yes, her body was something she could be generous with
not like her heart, no
not after him.
Busayo presented to her wretchedness to every man she met
her soul as loose as her legs
confused and open to young men
who didn't know her name
Still she held words beneath her tongue of
confessions the length of time itself
Sometimes she would think she threw the words out
but they remained at the back of her throat
She prayed
For the past
so that just maybe she would have told him
how she loved him and then how she unloved him
How he made love so small, as a fantasy
Even now
these words threaten to break each tooth in her mouth
to find him again.
Wednesday, 3 September 2014
03.09.2014.
Jason thought of Ada again. It was all he did these days. It was all he did since she left.
The contrast of her brown cocoa skin and her white teeth.
She barely smiled but when she did,
he felt her warmth flow through him
She was timid and reserved.
It was what interested him
She would say in her tiny voice,
"Females in my place are seen and not heard" and smile shyly.
She was his mystery,
going through life with a heavy heart and a closed mouth
She hardly said anything about where she came from,
but he knew she was the last daughter of her father's first wife
And he knew she was betrothed to marry a friend of her father's,
an old dog with a shrivelled penis.
It was what she got for being educated,
for spending so much of her father's money on an 'unnecessary' degree abroad.
He knew she spent most of her nights sobbing into her pillow when she thought he was asleep.
With Adanaya, it was hard to understand his feelings;
Overwhelming and Deep.
He had never seen anyone so vulnerable and exposed, so unprotected,
she had so much love in her heart to give,
loving so selflessly regardless of how her world hurt her.
He wanted to protect her, to give her her own life,
a life she never owned.
But then Christmas came along too fast
and here he was in lonely apartment
getting irritated over visual images of Adanaya's traditional marriage in the village.
The contrast of her brown cocoa skin and her white teeth.
She barely smiled but when she did,
he felt her warmth flow through him
She was timid and reserved.
It was what interested him
She would say in her tiny voice,
"Females in my place are seen and not heard" and smile shyly.
She was his mystery,
going through life with a heavy heart and a closed mouth
She hardly said anything about where she came from,
but he knew she was the last daughter of her father's first wife
And he knew she was betrothed to marry a friend of her father's,
an old dog with a shrivelled penis.
It was what she got for being educated,
for spending so much of her father's money on an 'unnecessary' degree abroad.
He knew she spent most of her nights sobbing into her pillow when she thought he was asleep.
With Adanaya, it was hard to understand his feelings;
Overwhelming and Deep.
He had never seen anyone so vulnerable and exposed, so unprotected,
she had so much love in her heart to give,
loving so selflessly regardless of how her world hurt her.
He wanted to protect her, to give her her own life,
a life she never owned.
But then Christmas came along too fast
and here he was in lonely apartment
getting irritated over visual images of Adanaya's traditional marriage in the village.
Wednesday, 27 August 2014
27 August 2014
What if I said I give
love so easily because I’m a little too eager?
Because I’m tired of
being lonely for someone else,
Sick of having his
absence written all over my skin
Or I told you my heart
is too heavy for my body to carry?
So my weary feet drag
on the ground
That I’m a better
friend than I’ve ever been a lover?
His distance makes my
heart weak
My mouth can barely
speak
I’m disappearing and
there’s just this loneliness consuming me
Tola stopped writing in her journal and pushed it under her
pillow. She started her day with a regular feeling of exhaustion of living. It
was becoming a tedious chore. She lay back on the bed and let her mind wander
back to the leather seats of his car and his scent as she buried her face in
his shirt while he held her.
Thursday, 21 August 2014
BUCKET LIST.
I finally got to compile a list. I hope nothing is missing.
- Ride a horse
- Ride something bigger than a horse (camel, elephant...)
- Plant a tree
- Go for cooking classes/go to culinary school
- Learn to play at least one musical instrument
- Learn to bake
- Learn to dance: Tango, Samba, waltz, belly dancing,
etc.
- Learn how to pole dance
- Learn how
to do CPR
- Learn
Spanish, French and German
- Take a bubble bath with someone I love
- Build a blanket fort with someone I love on a rainy day
- Kiss someone I love when the clock strikes 12 on New
Years
- Fall in love & STAY in love
- Find true love
- Get married
- Have 3 children(2 boys, 1 girl)
- Become an aunt
- Become a godmother
- Kiss someone in the rain
- Have a picnic on the beach
- Learn how
to defend myself in case of emergencies (self-defence classes)
- Learn to
ride a bike
- Get my
driver's license
- Learn to play golf, tennis, and volley ball
- Ride a golf cart
- Own my favourite cars (Ford mustang, Mercedes Benz G wagon)
- Own my own apartment
- Build my dream house/ houses
- Donate
money to charities close to my heart
- Finish writing my novel
- Get my novel published
- Be a private stripper for a day
- Sing
karaoke
- Ride on a speed boat
- Own a yacht
- Get an MBA
- Go for spoken word poetry and recite a poem I’ve
written
- See my favourite artists perform live
- Own a foundation for taking kids off the streets
- Employ a shrink
- Write my biography
- STAY HAPPY
- Be on the cover of Italian Vogue
- Be a Victoria secret model
- Meet Warsan Shire.
- Visit at least 50 countries.
Tuesday, 19 August 2014
Number 2.
If you listen hard enough at night, you can hear the earth's magic dying
Cupid, one of the angels, staggered about the dark Lagos street corners
Holding her bleeding chest, desperately trying to breathe
She found her way to watch her favorite family after dinner time
It was her only option to heal
The Adebayos shed light of love and happiness that always brightened her soul
Bernard loved Vickie through and through
through the difficulty of having their kids and cancer
At this time they would cuddle up in pairs to watch T.V
She smiled hopefully as she got close to the brown house on Opebi street
Something was wrong.
Mr Adebayo was pulling his wife by her hair
Junior was crying holding unto his mother's wrapper
Chidinma held the other children in the corner
He reeked of hours of drinking at the beer parlor down the street
Cupid bled out on their fence.
Cupid, one of the angels, staggered about the dark Lagos street corners
Holding her bleeding chest, desperately trying to breathe
She found her way to watch her favorite family after dinner time
It was her only option to heal
The Adebayos shed light of love and happiness that always brightened her soul
Bernard loved Vickie through and through
through the difficulty of having their kids and cancer
At this time they would cuddle up in pairs to watch T.V
She smiled hopefully as she got close to the brown house on Opebi street
Something was wrong.
Mr Adebayo was pulling his wife by her hair
Junior was crying holding unto his mother's wrapper
Chidinma held the other children in the corner
He reeked of hours of drinking at the beer parlor down the street
Cupid bled out on their fence.
Wednesday, 13 August 2014
Number 1.
Sometimes love is not enough...
Gabriel grabbed a handful of Bisi's tits and moaned. He had envisioned it for a long time now. Soft, ample oranges. He felt the himself harden in pleasure. He kissed her lips then, he tasted the pineapples they had just eaten together. Her body was accommodating, her smooth russet brown skin than felt like silk when he ran his fingers through, the way she opened up for him, the way she was hot, wet and ready for him. He slipped into her, closing his eyes. Each time he thrusted into her he was overcome by a new wave of pleasure. Soon they were both a mess of mingled sweating bodies. He didn't remember Awuli waiting for him in his shop, a few miles away or his promises of undying love. They were to get married, two weeks from now. He imagined his marriage with Awuli, she would be the perfect wife, pretty and obedient, never asking questions, an excellent cook. But Bisi had found her way under his skin and his marriage would be incomplete without late nights with Bisi...
Gabriel grabbed a handful of Bisi's tits and moaned. He had envisioned it for a long time now. Soft, ample oranges. He felt the himself harden in pleasure. He kissed her lips then, he tasted the pineapples they had just eaten together. Her body was accommodating, her smooth russet brown skin than felt like silk when he ran his fingers through, the way she opened up for him, the way she was hot, wet and ready for him. He slipped into her, closing his eyes. Each time he thrusted into her he was overcome by a new wave of pleasure. Soon they were both a mess of mingled sweating bodies. He didn't remember Awuli waiting for him in his shop, a few miles away or his promises of undying love. They were to get married, two weeks from now. He imagined his marriage with Awuli, she would be the perfect wife, pretty and obedient, never asking questions, an excellent cook. But Bisi had found her way under his skin and his marriage would be incomplete without late nights with Bisi...
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