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….

Things that really really matter.

This life can sha be very funny. This was indeed the biggest boy's garage at some point. I bet when visitors came to his house, he’ll pretend he forgot something in the car just so they can see his fleet of cars. Yes, this was once a fleet of choice cars, as in cars that you would look at and go "mehn...this guy hold bar o". The kind of cars that will make the girls ask the nigga why go inside, let’s get in on in the garage. The kind of car door that you open for a girl and she will melt and say awwww, you are so romantic (because it’s not the act that is romantic to some girls oh, its d type of car door you are opening) there is nothing romantic about opening a jalopy car door mbok, well except of course, you need to keep banging the door to open, then it is very mandatory for you to open the door for her.
Basically just painting a picture to let you know this was once "it". Well, at least they have some form of historic value now.

It's Always Darkest Before The Dawn...

Ever wondered if we would appreciate the Sun as much if there was no Night? Would we really know the beauty of light if there was no darkness? Would you desperately want to be happy again if you haven’t felt the strings of sorrow pierce through your heart? I doubt this.

I believe, if we never knew darkness then we won't appreciate The Light as much, just cos it becomes normal, like the light will always be there so why should I take a moment to appreciate how beautiful it is.

I remember when I went for my post-graduate degree, getting into a new environment and thinking of how adventurous it will be for me. How I’ll tour all the cities and visit all the tourist attractions, how everyday will be a holiday for me and I was just going to see that period as a vacation. In short, dem go take! This town go know say person don enter am! Well that didn’t quite happen. I had a lot of fun no doubt, but there are still places I look back at and ask myself, why didn’t I go there? I have friends who came into town for just 2 weeks and visited places I didn’t go to in almost 2 years! Why? because, see, at that time I was living there and I would wake up every day and think to myself, oh, I’ll still be here tomorrow, so I’ll visit that beautiful place tomorrow, then next week, then next month, and I never actually went to see some of those places till the day I had to come back. It just made me understand that the more we are accustomed to certain situations, the less appreciative we become of those situations.

Don't Grow Up!!!

Thinking back now to when I was much younger and I’m just wondering, what in the hell ever made me think growing up was so cool? I literally couldn’t wait to be grown up. Now I’m all grown up (or at least I think I am) and I’ve come to realize I was set-up. This was a serious set-up!

I remember those days of playing Ten-Ten and Suwe on the street and all the razz but fun games, at least the ones my mum will allow us play till she became her usual self, woke up one morning and didn’t want us stepping out of the house again. She then over-fed us with video games, of all sorts. From Mario to Mortal Kombat. We had all the recent games just so we wouldn’t go out. And we thought she just loved us so much that she wanted us to be the recent gamers, that one sef na another set up.