Sweet dream/Beautiful nightmare.
It has been a swell experience working at the customer service department for a top business enterprise at Lagos.
Some times, the people who call in sound furious and insulting, while others have been polite and very discreet.
Although, recently, I have been receiving unsolicited calls from a certain stranger who cannot be traced or identified.
These calls however unsolicited have become the peak of my day, I'll look forward each day to hearing from this unidentified gentleman. His sweet sounds and perfect baritone blended with the warming tones of melodies from my heart, have been set to soothe any pain I once felt for the day.
He made sure to call daily, leaving sweet messages and notes. I was falling, very fast for this man, I was yet to know.
Weeks, possibly months pass and this gentleman never ceased to call me. The feelings I was having for this unidentified man were escalating, escalating beyond my control. I was love struck and prayed he was too.
All of a sudden, my perfect man stopped calling, all these while I hadn't been able to trace his calls, It didn't even matter at that time since he was sure to call,but now those once unsolicited calls have become a longing to me. I don't act right anymore, I have become desperate for those former feelings. I need them.
It became so bad that, I started to align every obituary to my missing wonder, I grieved and mourned as though he were dead and every newly wed couple I saw, I paired to him also for I thought he had gotten tired of me and decided to settle down with someone else,I would cry for days about this.
This went on for months, I was loosing myself, everyone around me noticed and became worried for my cause, there was still no sign of my wonder man, nothing, there was nothing at all.
Until one day, I picked up the call grumpily to attend to a customer, then I heard that sweet familiar baritone, my whole heart became whelmed again. He told me to come downstairs, that he was waiting at the reception.
I ran down the stairs with great speed as my wonder man would now be revealed to me.
On getting there, I found the man of my fantasies, well built, chiseled jaw, hazel eyes, slim lips but I couldn't quite get his height, that is because he has one knee bent to the ground, his hand stretched out as I come closer. In his hand is a little black box, he opens the box as I was standing a step away from him, revealing the shiniest ring that I had ever seen. I look away from the box to his face just in time to see his lip part then he said "Tope, will you marry m..." "Tope! Tope! E dakun, this girl you will not kill me oo, I did not kill my mother, the only thing you know is to sleep all day your mates are out there making money, impacting the world, don't go and find a job o be sleeping here, rubbish!"
Once Bitten Twice Shy.
- an unpleasant experience induces caution(parody).
I once had a friend,
a bee,
you see.
We were so close that,
I lived in his tree.
His hive, all day,
we swim and play.
In puddles of honey
we splash away.
Rooney, I loved and
trusted a lot.
A day came such,
when he asked me to check his butt.
For an itch so bad
Rooney cried.
He wailed, so pale!
I couldn't help but actually help.
In return,
a sting did I get.
Baffled by the way,
his wail turned a chuckle,
a quick spray of insecticide
and Rooney was gone.
Now there's no we but me indeed,
so much for Rooney the bee.
Lesson learned
but I'm "two" shy to share,
all puns intended,
I'm a care bear
Pull it, if you please.
"What a glorious weather for this cup of coffee."- I say to myself as I take tiny sips of my hot coffee. "It's snowing outside and this really keeps me warm". I cuddle tightly unto my comfy blanket, sitting on the couch reading my favourite book- when winter sets. This feels really good, so so warm, wait a second it's hot! It's burning! To this effect, I jump off the couch, dropping my hot coffee in the process. "Aw!" - I hear a familiar squeal. I turn around only to find the love of my life, who doesn't know he's the love of my life but is the love of my life holding a fully loaded gun to my temple. I guess I had been so engrossed in my coffee that I didn't hear when he came in. I almost never lock my doors since no one ever came by anyway. "Bethel, what are you doing here?" - I ask. "How do you know me? why did you ruin me? my wife she's gone, you bloody killed my wife!" - Bethel remarked in so much pain. "So many questions which do I answer first?" - I asked rhetorically in a sinister manner. "I'll just do a summary, I love you Bethel, can't you see? I killed your wife and left a message- my address because she was standing in the way of our happy ever after, I really love you Bethel, I've read all your tweets, liked all the photos of you that exist on the internet, If you like, I can show you the shrine I built for you and a miniature statue of you in my basement, If I can't have you, no one else deserves...". With a swift movement Bethel swept me off my feet, put his arm around my neck and tightened his grip on it, he was choking me. "Listen you devil, enough with your rubbish talk, your ruined my life now I'll return the favour." - Bethel said as he motioned his finger to the trigger. "Wow! this is just as I dreamt, you and me alone in the same room, with you telling such sweet things." "don't be a fool, Bethel I would be more than honored to die in your arms, now pull the trigger if you please."
Confessions.
I see her, sitting on those sheets. A flickering pen and book in hand, a face which once looked like a blooming flower now resembles my grandfather's chin, smudged, beat up, in all angles but the right one. Nevertheless, I admire her. One with such determination pleading for inspiration. I see but barely, the search for words in her eyes, thoughts floating away before she's able to use them. This must be terrible, what she's going through. To see such feelings and not being able to express them. My heart aches, I can't take it anymore, I wish to help but the BEWARE! THIS IS A NO GO AREA, STAY OFF sign tortured me away. So I make a move to almost turn away, then I see once again the flower I cherish, those glowing orbs spark up with fire in them, I see the pen, no longer flickering but dashing through pages of the book. This makes me smile like a fool, only if she knew.
Laugh it off!
Here I am today
laying on this hot sand,
staring up at the sun's blaze,
like I care if the rays
affect my gaze.
Thinking/pondering,
how did I get here in the first place?
Oh! yes, I recall,
a certain story I must share with you all.
Rahul, my friend
as I used to call,
brought up this brawl.
I trusted him for a listening ear
but he brought upon me,
my worst mare.
I remember I said,
to him, of course,
never to me.
"Do you ever laugh so hard at something you didn't find funny? "
"like this joke you just told of the one - legged bunny?"
And that was all it took for Rahul to turn me into his greatest foe,
threw me into the desert,
till tomorrow and even broke my toe.
HaHa! Rahul, I don't believe
an eye's for an eye
but I'll get that toe.
My not so lovely love story.
It was the fourteenth of February, commonly referred to as valentine's day. Joseph and I had been having a lot of issues these previous months and so today he came by to my apartment. I won't lie I was very surprised to see him, there was also this weird feeling I was having inside, were they butterflies? I couldn't tell. Ever since I caught Joseph cheating I have felt nothing but reproach anger and regret towards him - towards us. But he being here today meant a lot to me, it meant he still cared, it meant he hadn't gotten over me, at least that's what I thought but it still left me with a sense of hope.
Now all this while I've been so caught up in my thoughts I hadn't realised he had moved to stand right in front of me. I snapped back to reality when he put his big hands on my chin and lifted up my head so he could look into my eyes, I stared back not standing down into those beautiful electric eyes, those set that shone light in all my darkness, those eyes that made me do things I shouldn't do, those eyes that made me crave more and more of Joseph. We spent about 15 minutes just looking into each other until finally Joseph broke the silence with a fake cough which caused me to curse under my breath not wanting it to end.
He spoke up and said "Desiree I made plans tonight for us" , those words came like a shock to me so I replied saying "you made plans for us I don't think there's anything like us anymore, us left when you left and I'll prefer it stayed that way, things have been going on well without us" - I lied but I didn't just stop there "maybe you should have put us into consideration before you did those sneaky things you did". I could see the hurt in his eyes but there was something else I saw - determination? you have to be kidding me. He spoke up once again and said "let's just forget about all our problems for tonight, let's put every other thing behind us and make this night about us - you and I" I couldn't comprehend the words he just said, did he just say to let all our problems go? for tonight then what happens in the morning? I was really confused, a part of me wanted to yell the hell at him and curse till he disappears but then to my greatest surprise I found myself nodding at his request.
He stretched out his hands towards me and I took it. We walked side by side towards the beach, it was real chilly outside but I didn't want to be anywhere but here, with him. I didn't even know how long we'd walked, it was like the more we walked the darker it became but his melodious tunes kept me oblivious to any other thoughts.
Every thing was going great until he stopped causing me to stop too, I looked at him with confusion in my eyes but he remained unflinching so I asked "why did you stop?" He stared at me for a couple of minutes before finally saying "you are nothing but a back stabbing narcissistic eaves dropping maniac, I regret ever knowing and failing in love with you, you made everything that I had ever worked for crash and now you had the guts to say our relationship failed because of me? you were the cause to every problem we had. I hate you so bad and you don't know how glad I am to do what I'm about to do " I just stood there not been able to decipher all he had said but he looked so serious while saying all those things, I really expected a burst of laughter to come after that but instead he picked me up from my waist and threw me out forcefully, I screamed wishing anyone would save me and then I fell into something soft "that was such a relief" , I said to myself but wait, I was sinking and I was sinking very fast. This was quick sand, I tried to drag myself out but I failed so I just thought to myself - if only I had listened to ma and never went out with this psychopath but his brother John this would never had happened and so now (saying more jovially) quick sand would put an end to me. So I took my last breathe and it was over.
Broken.
As a young girl I had always wondered what it felt like to meet the right one. I had heard so many stories about it and I eventually found myself falling deep into this whirlwind of a trance. I'll have different dreams and fantasies about it-it'll just be the both of us, taking long walks in the park, going to shop together at the mall, cooking and eating dinner together, sometimes maybe we could bust a few or more moves on the dance floor, to be honest, it even went as far as entering silly contests with him. He was all that I needed.
Like they say dreams do come true and so it was happening, that for me all that I'd ever wanted, needed, was actually turning into a reality. He was always there. All those things I had dreamt of were actually coming to life and I couldn't have wished for anything more.
Though at a point, he was certainly becoming very clingy and at times quite annoying, he was always there, not a second out of my sight but I loved him still.
Then unfortunately, disease came and they told me to get rid of him, they told me I was putting us both in danger, they told me even if he'd stay that things won't be the same with us. Then, I put all their words behind me and decided to ask the one person whose words I needed to hear the most. I asked him if he wanted to stay and he said - nothing. Even the slightest hint of a word I needed to hear him say but I got nothing.
So the morning came and I was due for surgery. I was hurting all over, my whole body was buzzing with pain combined with fear, though this was only to take hours it really did feel like years, I had never felt anything like this before, this was different because he was involved. At the end of it all, I made it but sadly, the doctor came in and broke the worst news ever to me, she told me that I had lost him and that she had tried her best but I had lost him. I had lost everything the world meant to me that October afternoon, for you see I had lost my child.
Our Gift.
In the beginning,
we were all blessed with a gift.
A gift so pure, so tender, so real.
that gift was life.
At the rising of a new dawn,
came a thief, one so cruel, so evil,
to take away our gift.
Yes! we fought, the good fight.
but sadly,
the thief made away with most of our gifts.
Equality, prosperity, dignity and satisfaction,
were all stolen from us.
Now we suffer and war
because our most priced possession-'Equality' which brought about peace, harmony, prosperity and satisfaction is gone.
but still we desire a new hope of restoration #bringbackequality #crucifythethief.