Showing posts with label literature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label literature. Show all posts

Thursday, 3 March 2016

LETTER TO A CRUSH!!!

Never been subtle in matters of the heart. I have never been subtle in any matter at all.

This has brought me out of my comfort zone and has challenged every fibre of my being to spill my heart out.

No one forgets the day he/she encounters an angel. And I have no plans to be the first.

September 20th 2015 was like any other day. Boredom creeping in from the very first break of sunlight.
I should sleep in.just lie down till night fall. No one would miss me. No one cares. At least the previous days were all the same.Thoughts running through my thick skull.

But the woven thread of faith has no bounds. The pull she possesses is far greater than any force struggling for attention.

Expensive (my nickname by the way), you going help me with a favour.Cried out my eldest sister. I would need you to get down to Ikeja and pick up some household items from the lady I told you about.

Not this again. You have a car for crying out loud. Just drive down there and pick this things up. This bed has become too comfortable all of a sudden. I can't afford to loose that feeling.

When last did you leave this house??. Am offering you a reason to see the outside world and you here moaning about a Vitafoam bed..

She has a point. I literally couldn't tell if the sun still had that yellow glow or it has been overtaken by the bloody moon described in the bible.

What the hell.Although i was in a self denial playground, I needed to feel the air outside.Inhale every bit into my lungs.

Bike!. Berger..Na fifty(50) naira abi???...Hope you hold change?. I carry 200..Alright boss.

And with one bird like swoop, I found myself already boarding a bus going to Ikeja.

What's the address again?' This babe would just be sending me random messages that I couldn't help but feel pissed
about.

Driver, Drop me here. At least the store won't be far from here now. Bike, Cass Superstore. Oya Enter.

Never in a million years, have I expected to see the sight I stood before. Why haven't she told me earlier?' I would be the first person in here.

And there you were. God, you are beautiful. You way more beautiful than anyone I have ever seen. Words stucked in my mouth like the rebellious child with no remorse.

Hi, can I help you?. Those words alone would get any man leaping for joy.
You most certainly can.

They say no one has control over destiny and the people we get to meet in life. Those who would sweep you off your feets and those who wouldn't care if you are about to break a neck due to the push they put you through.

Am Not a fan of puzzles but Life has got me drooling over it. Circumstances and fate brought us together even right before we knew what the day had in store.

This isn't just a detailed tale of my heart beating, but for the very fact that I got to meet you in the most unlikely places.

You never gave me a straight face or shunned me away even when words had finally ran out of my shy mouth.

Friday, 18 September 2015

Only In Time Miss

ONLY IN TIME.

When i think of love
i think of u
I think of me
and all we could be

I think about "us"
and know that I must
stop
and take a step back

Because this is all in my head
a story no one has read
a secret held close to my heart

So i sit and wish
and I dream of a time
that when anyone asks
I can say that you're mine

For i once heard a whisper
or perhaps just my thoughts
that I am not the only one

who wishes
and dreams
and dares to believe
that there would be an "us"
a "you and me"

And there would be a time
that when anyone asks
I can say that you're mine

That time would come
I know this,I do
just like i know
that roses are red
and violets are blue
and forever and always
I have loved you...

Sunday, 2 August 2015

My Ordeal With Sandra

Rape
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.

TO BE CONTD....