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Musings of a Maskuraid…

Author: Maskuraid (Page 2 of 26)

BADMUS

Photo Credits - Google   “Badmus, are you okay?” “Yes sir.” “Are you sure?” I nodded in the affirmative. He continued looking at me for a while before he spoke again. “In that case, please see me in the staff room during recess.” “Yes sir,” I replied, before looking away from his penetrative gaze to stare at my toes. Mr Scouser was too perceptive and caring to be a teacher in a Nigerian school, but maybe his keen eye and concern had something More...

THE LAGOS DREAM

Photo Credits - Google. “Pray,” they said. “For every good thing you want from God.” So I did, for the realization of my Lagos dream. That was many years ago. Today is Sunday, the 9th day of July 2017, and I can’t help but smile as I check my score card. I have a fine chick, my own tomato Jos. Baby is captain of team light skinned, with a solid view at the back, a good future in front of her, and Coca Cola bottle shape just like the girls in those ‘Clarence shot it’ More...

EYE TO EYE

Photo Credits - Google   Just the two of us, Alone, hidden from the world, Somewhere secret on Passion Street, Where sweaty bodies sync, And a belabored bed sings, As hearts mutually beat, To the rapturous rhythm, Of coital bliss!   Nothing else counts, Naira, dollars or pounds, Propriety can wait, Society and its judgmental face, Morals forgotten at the gate, While we relate, Out of sight, you and I, Thirsty souls, cummin’ nigh… More...

THIRSTY SIP (R18)

Photo credit  - Google The things hunger does to you. For weeks explicit messages flowed back and forth between them both via WhatsApp, same with nudes and raunchy voice notes. Both parties created a sexually charged pressure cooker environment, deliberately stoking lustful fires and ramping up their internal heat to insane levels even from across the yawning divide of distance, while they maintained calm facades for the benefit of those in their immediate surroundings. No one was the More...

IF WALLS COULD TALK

Photo Credits - Google If walls could talk, They'd tell tales of my terror Each time you entered my room, They'd remember the taste of my revulsion, Every time you parted my legs, And violated without remorse, The virtue of my secret spot. If walls could squeal, They'd shout to the world of my secret, Cut by my own hands and how I’d bleed, Because I thought l was sick, Sick with dread and concurrent longing, For the repetition of your visits, And believing only death could More...

BEYOND THE SKIES

Photo Credits - Google “…but baami will kill me if he ever finds out we entered this place. He doesn’t like us touching his things at all, and has always warned me and my brother never to come in here to play. Even maami, I’ve never seen her enter here before.” The boy’s fear was evident in his voice and obvious on his face as he spoke. His companion however grinned roguishly. “Don’t be a chicken Ejidele. Your father won’t do anything of the sort joo. I’m sure he’ll More...

CHASING DREAMS

Photo credit - Google Of strange paths and seeking travelers, Itchy feet in thick-soled sandals, Uncertainties abound, Maybe losses waiting to be found, But the journey calls and we eagerly answer, Because no one ever discovered treasure, Stuck at home on his father’s sofa.   More...

BRING BACK OUR LIVES

Photo credits - Google How was it before we had the privilege of carelessly opening our mouths on social media, letting our fingers run riot on the keyboard without our brains filtering our thoughts first? How did we get through those dark days of proper behavior, before it became fashionable to get online and expose our lack of home training/idiocy/ignorance to the world under the guise of emancipation? Who can help me describe life before our new found 'wokeness' and 'tear eye' (powered More...

LOST IN LUST (R18)

Photo Credits - Google Nathaniel watched, fascinated as she slowly undressed and tossed aside each item of clothing until she was totally naked. Everything about her was as he had imagined it would be. Long toned legs, shapely thighs, belly as flat as a plank, perky boobs with darkened winking nipples and miles of sun-kissed golden brown skin. She looked fantastic all over, especially her bald crotch. The shaved area in between her legs looked even better than the picture she'd earlier More...

MADE IN SOCIETY

Photo Credits - Google Because of what they said, That men are meant to be towers of strength, All my growing up years were erroneously spent, Bottling up emotions inside my head, Rather than feeling things as they should be felt. Pain was borne without a sound, Anger and turmoil buried with not a frown, Even when I craved a comforting hug, I remembered a man’s place as a barrel of brawn, And knotted tighter my mental thong. Now I’m grown and fully set in my ways, “A More...

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