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Sunday, 22 October 2017


I have a dream but i can't close my eyes to see it.

I've worked too hard... my sweat hit the earth yet i can't germinate through this land.

Don't ask me why, 'coz lately the only letters i see are W-H-Y.

I often ask myself why i can't hit the sky.
And when people ask me "what's up?" i can't help but tell a lie.

I'm bothered by this lack of growth.

Somebody tell me what has happened to the seed i've sown?

Welcome to my vineyard, where my grapes only make sour wine.

So stuck in this waiting game, i pray the coach subs me out and signals an end to my time.

Till then let me keep telling y'all this story, wrapped in poetry and tied in a bow with my tearfully written rhymes.

The thing is... I've been far from the ordinary, yet it seems i can't add the extra, hung in transition between two superlatives.

What do i do if these lemons don't make lemonade?

What do i do if I never make the grade?

From a phobia of failure to an affinity for it.

Now i seat legs crossed... across a table from it.

Despite looking at the menu, I've observed table manners while dining with it.

It's like having that friend that pisses you off come around every time.

It's like having that bad date last from 4 till 9.

Success please would you be mine?

I'll drop down on a knee and give you rings till you finally pickup.

Till you take me away in cuffs.

Coz i know they speak 'bout me with scorn, in their voice i can hear them scoff.

All i ask is for my hay to be made now that my sun shines.

All i ask for is clarity, else i slip down these stairs so fast like i was going down a landslide.

Gone are the days when i was awesome, everything i touched went gold especially my indeliberate actions... but now where has my midas touch gone?

Please would you come back, I mean life's been flipped without you.

Now i see the other side, alone on this new island washed ashore by the rivers tide.

The breeze ruffles the trees and reality feels so virtual.

Am i gonna be stuck here forever? or do i need to perform a ritual?

I know my hope should be strong, but i can't help but despair.

The situation chokes, figuratively i gasp for air.

I've strived for so long without results that i guess the best option is to hang my boots...that should atleast take away the pain.

But do Quitters ever win? i guess not.

Coz i don't know how long i can keep up.

Everything around me seems so woozy... like my world spun so fast and came to a sudden stop.

Dear Lord... i think it's time for you to put the cherry on top.

Expunge my sins and exorcise my demons.

Guess i need prayers from both the Muslim clerics and the christian monks.

I have fought a great fight, all i need now is a glorious victory.

Haven't I? or do i not merit it?

Pain is relative... i feel like Cassius Clay used my head as a punching bag for an insane training session.

I feel it everyday... yet I've refused all drastic measures.

You don't want to know how i feel when i can't take dinosaur leaps forward.

Success seems like fiction fiction and everything is Jurassic.

Onwards together yet i feel left behind.

I'm out here in the open o! before they start saying i like to hide.

Give me what's mine, i demand to be satisfied... like a horny woman whose lover sexual drive is fried... i would not be neglected anymore else i bring the house down.

Mayday!  Mayday!! 

I'm here to swap this thorny crown with that of perfumed roses.


Ain't leaving here without a fight hence i roll up my sleeve.

Life is short... Life is brief.

I've spent my youth in pain, God forbid that
I'm past my prime... only a few people would say the same.

They size me up, their eyes spelling the word disdain.

It's insane... would kicking the bucket have been better than mishandling the cups?... my tears roll down my cheek as i cry over spilled milk.

Forever cut from a different cloth, a king in clothing not made from silk.

Hopefully form is temporary and class is permanent.

Or maybe I've had turkey as i washed it down with this cup of suffering.

At least my lord Jesus didn't shy away from it.

I let my faith cling to his words on the cross... "It is finished".

That he gave up the ghost means my suffering is diminished... and that's word!

Friday, 13 October 2017

No better Replacement 6


My eyes squint open when I feel someone tapping me gently. Slowly recovering my vision, I
notice Tucker, crouching in front of me. I quickly hug him, not caring if he was mad, I really
needed a hug from him, “Tucker, I’m sorry”
He lifts me up, “I know, you said that in all of your voice messages.”

No better Replacement 5


Dad left this morning and no one found out I snuck out last night, Tucker had dropped me
off so early in the morning, it was still dark and I knew neither Dad nor Nate would be
awake. The only person that woke up really early was Mom and she wakes everyone up,
now that she’s gone, we set an alarm and if not, we sleep in.

No Better Replacement 4


Chelsea is standing by my locker. Obviously, my hope of being a loner is completely ruinednow that Sophie’s here.

“Hello Chelsea.” I point to my locker that’s directly behind her, “that happens to be my

Wednesday, 11 October 2017

No better Replacement 3


“I know what you’re going to say Nate, don’t” he follows me inside and locks the door behind him, “you do?”

No better Replacement 2


The next day, I’m about walking into school when someone grabs my hand “wait!”.

I look behind me to see Tucker pulling me to the side of the school and I take a while to take in his outfit.

No Better Replacement 1 by AnnaMay__


I grip her trembling hands as hot tears pour down my cheeks. She was dying and I knew it and the painful part was that, she knew it too.

Monday, 9 October 2017

My Mistake

Fingers gropped my body and i couldn't stop it. My heart beat very fast and i could feel my clammy skin.

Thursday, 28 September 2017

My Fuck Fest 1


I stood naked in front of the mirror. I screamed in frustration. Everything is not working out for me! I have sold all my property online and all I got for it is a measly #50,000 naira.

Tuesday, 26 September 2017

Two night stand 2

Her brother's presence stretched my stay, he sat and ate too, he complained of the difficulties he had getting a cab to the airport.

The two Night stand 1🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Taxi driving is my source of livelihood, ever since everything failed and pushed me down on my back, my survival instinct kicked in and I considered and eventually chose Taxi driving to alleviate poverty in my family.

Tuesday, 19 September 2017


Sometimes i need someone to cry to.
Someone to vent to.
She'd put my head on her chest and say "Don't mind them baby boo"
"I understand that their harsh words weigh you down, but you're a king even if you're without a crown".

Monday, 11 September 2017


Absent minded, Alone with his thoughts.
Alone with his flaws and his faults.
Psychologically overlooked, no links between him and what the teachers taught.
With all his strength, With all his might, he fought.

Saturday, 26 August 2017

I Fucked your boyfriend

I rushed from the house in a fleet of rage. I felt extremely helpless. My heart is shattered into a million pieces.

"Shana, I'm tired of everything this nigga does. He's extremely annoying, always on my case" I muttered.

Monday, 21 August 2017

Inner Circle 3

With the distinctly diverse and defined personalities I have stated, it is easy to tell how we are, we are one crazy and interesting story.

Inner Circle 2

Jude Igho

The accountant. He does the books, provides us with numerical information that technically guides the business.

Inner Circle 1 (A tale of sexual debauchery)

The level of comfort cum boredom is why I am writing this, it may be for laughs or your lessons, I do not care, just enjoy the scripted reality.

Friday, 18 August 2017


Is it black, is it white?
Am peering into thin air, my eyes so dim... i've been stuck on this moment for a while.
There's a river in my heart, deeper than the Nile.
Trying to understand the concept of life and its intrigues.
The forbidden fruit?...or plucking from the parabled fig tree.
The metaphysical interactions or interruptions. 

Thursday, 17 August 2017

Spread for Me 2


His mouth honed on her clit, while his fingers drilled into her again steadily and her breathing turned into shallow panting.

Spread for Me 1


His fingers and teeth licked up and tasted caramel skin that felt like silk, was scented with sandalwood perfume, tasted of pure ambrosia, and quivered ever so slightly at his intimate touch.