Showing posts with label Personal experience. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Personal experience. Show all posts


I have been struck
Deeper than any wound gotten
Heart is bleeding
Pulse slowly fading

This must be a dream
One I must wake up from

I finally get to read your words
And how cruel were they

You possibly never meant that
I was all your's
I lived for you
I breath for you

Nothing was more precious
Than to be called yours truly

How could you?"
The world is cruel enough
Adding yours would be the death of me

Please take them back
Renounce those harsh words.
Tell me it was never you

Lie to me
Just this once
And maybe after

My Sweet Revenge!

I have seen a lot of this thread created but never believed I would experience it firsthand..

Is true that this is a very small world and our past keeps track of us even if we have no idea.

Am going make this really brief mainly because I never thought it would happen.

In 2014, I was robbed(picked-pocket) to be precise on my way to buy petrol for my gen..This dude came up to me and acted like we knew each other way back. Of course I had no idea who this mad man was but since the environment was a little bit crowded, I felt no need to make a fuse. So I humbly told the guy to free me.

Been the tush boy I was from covenant uni, screaming, yelling and any form of rebellion had been stripped from me..

Totally forgetting my iPad(mini) was in one of my back pockets,
my wallet and fone in the next, I was getting angry that this tout was still insisting he had seen me before.

Before i could say jack, I was been held by the waist and dragged from one point to the another by this psycho..

Right there I knew this matter has entered into another realm entirely..You should see how I provoked for the guy..Even me was scared of myself.

He finally apologised then entered into a bike that was already waiting for him..From that moment I felt lighter. My pockets seems to hold no weight anymore. I knew instantly my iPad was gone...

See me running after the bike like it wasn't petrol I intended to buy some few minutes ago.

To cut the long story short, this morning..And I mean the 18th of January 2016, just some few months shy from making it 2yrs now, I decided to go withdraw money from my account in a Gtbank closest to my house.

Like usual, I pay no soul attention when am on the queue.
With both ears stucked with headphones and blasting away some Rnb or country music, I noticed a familiar face just two steps away from me.

My God. This same dude from way back. Who forgets a face after passing through that ordeal?. Certainly not me.

I wanted to just stab him in the neck and let him bleed knowing fully the crime he committed.

To make matters worst, he left both persons separating us and came to ask me for my pen. I just couldn't stop but stare at him with the meanest eye I have ever had.

Even the crowd felt something was up..Then I heard one lady stylishly saying "na pen he ask you for no be your withdrawal money"

I did give him the pen sha but silently praying he choked on it(have no idea how).But I guess diverse miracles happens in this end time that we in.

But I should thank him. I guess. Without him, I wouldn't have gotten my phone that I have been using up to a year now and a brand new IPad.

Finally, I believe is ideal we present ourselves in the best manner possible because this world is way too small to stay hidden from every action we take during the course of our stay on this earth.


Having Faith

But they should let you in.its just two marks. Am sorry Sir, we don't do things like that here..We stand for integrity.

How happy was I to hear that. My eyes still on Sandra, I could only think of how sorry I was for her.Now she has to go find a uni or wait an extra year.
Here comes her parents.Hope they react not too bad as mine did.

Sandra how was it?.How did you perform??..

I scored 98% mom and did the oral interview. They said they needed a recommendation letter from daddy.
Then what are you waiting for?. Get a sheet of paper.can I borrow your pen please.That question thrown to my sister's husband.How ironic.

See the girl you talking to, she passed.98% for that matter.The next words coming out of his mouth.
What???....she passed???...still not able to close my mouth.Now I truly feel sad.At the verge of bursting into real tears.

Why would she let me blab on and on about failing with pride.She must be thinking am now one dull boy who couldn't pass 120 objective questions.

This is bad,,, Real bad..So what has been the point of trying to get her digits.
I must get into this school.How dare she make a mockery of me.

My Ordeal With Sandra

My Difficult Ordeal Experience
Let me start by saying I have not the slightest clue of how I became this "monster" been tagged on the head by the public.

I have always loved the female world. The beauty flowing through the very core of their veins. Every figure being carefully crafted by a skilled craftsman.

But like any other individual, the skeletons in my cupboard are yearning for expression.
Being part of a family of seven(7) with a majority of six(6) girls, I have had little

glimpses of the female world.

Though hard to decipher makes it worthwhile to watch every move and tantrums been thrown. Perceive every step and choices made. Every struggle felt a thousand times harder.
This I found out has totally affected my structure. My very being and my thinking.

My first encounter happened with Sandra the first girl I had a crush on.Totally beautiful beyond words, lips aligned to perfection.

Being in a house filled with girls, fate as twisted as she is granted me the pleasure of seeing Sandra on a daily basis.She had taken a shine to one of my sisters and she visited the house regularly.
Was this just an innocent visit being paid or she had an ulterior motive, one may never find out.

With just sixteen(16) years to my belt and Sandra celebrating her twenty fifth (25) birthday the upcoming month, one could say my crush on Sandra was a fools thought and had no anchor.

Waking up to the day at my feet with literally no work to do, i was left all alone to comb every station on the TV for the juiciest programes..practically participating in any event that fun could be perceived a mile away.

Then a knock came on the door. Being exhausted from all the meaningless activities I threw myself at, I sluggishly crawled to open the door.
Standing right in front of me was the finest creature I had ever seen.covered in a bright yellow gown transparent enough to get a bird's view of every curve, Sandra could easily be taken for an angel.

Offered to let her through the door, she went through the house with one swift glance.Knowing right now I was all alone asked if she could see my sister.
With my very being soaked in shyness and my tongue refusing to see daylight I forcefully altered words which sounded more like a whisper than 'no one is at home but me'

Determined to stay longer poured herself a drink being all familiar with the house and my dad's hidden cabinet of whiskeys
I was in the company of an angel or so I thought.An hour drifted away like it was five minutes.

Couldn't bear overloading my soul with the sight of this beauty decided to close my eyes..This I found out would be to my detriment.
Woke up to a tingly sensation. A feeling beyond any. Soft touches like the wind slapping the hairs on the back of one's neck.

Like one wanting not to get back to reality, i tried letting my eyes breathe.There was Sandra with no evidence of the angelic gown I had seen her on.
Only then did I realise that I had been tied to a bed.Pants down and my body bore na*kd for her eyes to feed upon.