I was nominated for liebster award by my beautiful friend, Diana of reverberatingthoughts❤. Liebster Award is a blogger award, and it’s a way of promoting and recognizing fellow bloggers for their efforts and accomplishments in being a blogger. Funny, I don’t even think of myself as a blogger, I just have a blog. Does that make… Read More Liebster Award
You switch the blue pen to your right hand. You remember how Uncle Oyinbo blocked the cane Mummy held out to break your left hand yesterday. The mark from the cane – session on tuesday still left a mark. You struggle to steady the pen in your hands. . .the writing on the paper seems… Read More Left-handed Not Disable.
I tripped as I saw the water flow to the ground. And for the first time, I truly understood what that famous line ‘My water just broke’ meant. It’s a moment never planned for. My first thought was to scream for help. . .Google what to do. . .or just scream push?! That! I always… Read More I Delivered A Baby Girl!
Joselyn held out her hands to feel just what her eyes beheld. It was like she never saw….and like she never felt. Nature at its finest. Dreamland of its best. And when the moment is over. She shall find her way back to reality. Hi You all! Just like Joselyn, I am… Read More Back To Space
I can remember the first time I was “valed”. In primary three, I think. It was a day to valentine and our teacher rolled everyone’s name into different pieces of papers and we were asked to choose one. Whoever’s name you choose is your val and you are expected to get a gift for the… Read More My Valentine Story
I had that dream again. I saw Mama walking . . . more like creeping. Mama can’t walk. When Mummy brought me to the village to stay with Mama for christmas, I was agitated. January came, then february, march, april . . . Its November and I still await Mummy. Mama is old and crippled.… Read More A Walking Dream
Who hasn’t gotten his/her bank verification number? I happen to be part of the lazy procrastinators who are yet to get that done. Like every lazy man out there, I have an excuse everyday and every other day. The last time I tried to get it done was june or july 30th? It was the… Read More Money Matter
Whatsapp : Me : I miss you baby, can’t wait to see you. I won’t stop talking, touching and staring at you. Date Day : Him : Baby what’s wrong? Me: Nothing Him: You’ve been quiet Me: Because that’s who I’m. Quiet! I have been an introvert since birth. My mum proudly tells me stories… Read More I Want To Talk: Diary Of An Introvert In Love
He moved his hands to my left boobs as his mouth sucked on the right. ‘Crazy guy’ I thought. His touch was like none I’ve ever felt. I was sinking fast, funny because I only had the plan of ‘chilling’ before coming here. He started moving his hands towards my jean…then my zipper. ‘Fred No!… Read More He Raped Me
This is a guest post written by Adedamola Okunbanjo. It is deep! Love it. God owns a pencil. And so does every artiste. God wrote therefore he draws too. I cannot begin to wonder what the exercise of creation would be without God using a pencil. It would not have been so perfect. Every creator… Read More The Pencil: The Tool of Creation