Quote of the day...

Talent will sure get the engine started
 But greatness won't be achieved without the tyres of consistency,
 For even the less talented have long plied the route of consistency
 They have now eaten the fruits that were once preserved for the truly gifted ones.
                                                                                                                 
                                                                                                                                    Lorita. O

               

Payback Isn't Your Bill!

Take a minute, relax and imagine...What will you do if you had the opportunity to pay back that person that hurt you so bad? Like literally...you can do anything to the person and go scot free!

What is the first thing that comes to mind? I'm sure 99% of those thoughts are illegal, ranging from murder, battery and assault, to cutting them in pieces and shipping the mutilated parts to their ancestors or maybe you are the subtle type that wouldn't want them to die but the life they are living ehn...they would wish death upon themselves.

Oh My Essence...

His voice and his face seem familiar

He must be familiar enough for mum to leave me out here with him

His kisses aren’t the regular

I get a lot from visitors coming in

But why does this feel intense and impure

I have a strong feeling I don’t want to be here anymore

…More kisses, More strokes, More tension

I’m so sure right now this isn’t right

I’m screaming as loud as I can now, shouting save me!!!

Somebody save me from this impending danger

But all the neighbours can hear is a baby’s banter

…In he goes, and out with my purity

I can now feel the warmth of my blood trickling down

Can he not see the blood? Can he not feel the warmth of my purity?

I’m sure for him its nothing but hot coffee for his cold soul

I heard mummy tell daddy in excitement that I am 9 months today

It’s supposed to symbolize the time of life

But how ironic it is that mine has just been snatched away from me

Oh my essence! My innocence!! My purity!!!

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Salewa's Story

Salewa woke up at mid night like she always does, looks at the old clock hanging by her wall, she can’t remember who or which is older, herself or this damned clock that somehow functions as her alarm, not because it’s an alarm, but sometime ago, her cousin Ebuka’s ball hit it while he was playing on one of those his insomniac nights.

“It was a mistake aunty” he said.

 “Who even plays ball at night?” she yelled!

But his eyes really did look sorry. So she let it be and went back to bed. She thought to herself, if only she wasn’t so afraid of the dark, she would have closed her door and his stupid ball wouldn’t have come into her room. Or maybe it’s more of the fear of being alone than that of being in the dark. Whatever, the reason, she shoved her thoughts aside and went back to bed. But ever since that fateful day, her wall clock became an alarm making that funny noise every 12 mid night. It forces her to wake up and pray, mostly think, but she likes the idea of telling herself she prays at night.

She’s old, she thinks and one day she will start mal-functioning like the old clock on her wall and her door will still be wide open and her bed very large and empty. She thinks of how much she hates her job and her junior colleagues who come every day only to taunt her. She is very sure they are taunting her or why else will they not stop gisting about their husbands and their cute little babies or how happy their men make them. I mean, they know I am single and old, that is why they taunt me, she thinks. She most times channels her frustration on them, they call her a witch, she heard, she knows but she couldn’t care less…she’ll rather be a witch to them than suffer this frustration alone.

MY NAIJA...MY PRIDE!!!

I’m sure when you see this title, you might be like my Naija my Pride? Really? Is there

anything to be proud about?

I woke up this morning, there was no light, but before I get depressed

about that, I quickly remember there has been no light for so long

now, getting depressed won’t change that

So I choose to be happy….

My sister called me to complain about the water in her area,

“there’s no water” she said, and when the taps decide to run,

the water is too dirty! My dear, I’m, just tired!

I felt her pain, I was going to complain, but I remember what her

compound looks like

Everybody has “jejely” bought their drums…they pay the

“Meruwas” to fill it up. At least there’s a temporary

solution…

So I choose to be happy….