She wrote the beautiful poem for me. She wouldn’t accept the fact that she’s a writer, yet to be found in herself. She won’t allow me mentor her into writing more things too, but I know she’ll soon feel the need to write more and more. She can be reached on WhatsApp @ +234(0)708 919 0940.
What if I’m lame?
What would you call my name?
Would you still treat me the same?
Even with all the shame … More What If I’m Lame?
If answered, it means someone like me, whom he had met about some months ago, would have stopped going to the bus stop to get a bus home, likewise the countless number of people he would have met also. Now tell me, who would be left to give him money if we all have our own motor and not entering public transport again? … More Pray For Yourself Too
To be honest, I would still go touching the next baby put in my care, or even the ones not far from my reach. Why? Because I believe I was born to touch things I feel like touching anytime I feel like touching them, which is probably why I don’t regret any of my actions. … More Ruined
Days move nowadays as if they never really started. TGIF. Yesterday was a bit sad for me. I can’t get the specific reason(s) yet, but I do know I’ll get over it all. I was able to do a little steeple chase and was happy to see Ope, Yemisi and Yinka among others graduating at … More Dear Diary
Dark clouds covered the skies. Birds fly in their numbers as thunder began to rumble. Her children have been shivering since 2pm. Her face is filled with confusion and sadness. She had tried everything but their fever wouldn’t stop, instead it got worse. Tears flowed down her eyes as she thought of her husband; one … More Damaged
Excerpt from the previous part: A year later, I was pregnant and consulting again. “It’s a baby girl,” the herbalist confirmed again this time. Just as before, he left for home before me, but this time, I met him sitting in front of the house with a big pot of steaming something in front of … More Not Again (Continuation)
“You have a very beautiful bouncing baby girl,” I heard the local midwife telling my husband outside the house. I heard no word from him. I guessed he just walked off in anger. I later heard he went all the way to the herbalist place to beat hell out of him. The matter was later resolved between the two by the elders of the land, but my husband swore never to step into his place again for any kind of help.
Unfortunately, approximately seven days later, my husband was already forcing sex on me again and again. He would wake me up in the middle of the night just to have sex. Anytime I refuse, I usually receive a fresh beating of life and aside that, he would make the sex more aggressive than normal; a punishment for objecting him. … More Not Again
Basically, I don’t really have much to say. I just thought I could share a great writer’s post on here. I’ve known him for a while now, and in fact, we were classmates for a while too. I know he’s one of the few classmates I’m proudly proud of; just a few of them. There’s … More The Anonymous Cherif
Too many things are happening around her that she’s failing to take note of. Everyone except her can see that a whole lot is wrong with her. Jane had just suffered a heartbreak. She has experienced a few heartbreaks in the past, one which was her losing her dad she loved so much, but this … More Emotional Decorum