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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...
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“…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...
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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.
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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...
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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...
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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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Oh what fun to see,
As she hopelessly and helplessly bleeds.
‘Tis a sight for eyes and hearts sore,
To watch her life’s force slowly run forth.
High on love’s brew,
During those times that life was good,
She forgot the earth from which she spewed.
Who neglects their mother because of a suitor?
Who abandons their source,
To chase the transience of fleeting emotions?
Who except the most reckless of offsprings,
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“…mummy I’m tired. Can we go back to daddy now please?”
“No! We’re not going back to daddy, and stop distracting me!”
Silence reigned in the dark interior of the car thereafter.
Shifting my attention back to the empty moonlit road ahead, I stole a couple of occasional glances at my petulant four year old as she lay deflated on her seat. I felt bad for snapping at Kiki, but her whining for us to go back home to her daddy had finally gotten on my More...
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"Won't you stop romancing that stupid laptop and come to bed? You can’t be useless in everything can you?"
My tired eyes looked up from the glowing screen at the angry pyjamas clad woman in the bedroom doorway. I was just thinking about how nice she was being with her choice of words tonight when she unleashed a typical zinger.
"Next thing now your witch of a mother will come and start pacifying me to take things easy and be patient and understanding. I don't More...
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RAVE LIKE NO OTHER, COME AND PARTY!
VENUE – BELLA’S COVE.
DATE – GOOD FRIDAY (APRIL 14, 2017)
TIME – 11P.M. TILL YOU DROP
B. Y. O. H.
The last item on the glossy red invite was confusing but I didn’t want to sound like a JJC so I pretended as if I understood its meaning.
“Oh man! A party? Thanks. I really appreciate this.”
It was then I caught a glimpse of the time and James must have noticed the frown that crept up on my face.
“Wetin More...
TM David-West
"You have such a power of giving details through the simplest words. Your ..."
TM David-West
"Hahaha. Somehow I love this. Nice verses, Maskuraid. "
Maskuraid
"LOOOL. Dolapo. How are you? "
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"Wow...maskuraid is on a spree "
Maskuraid
"My rapping career has taken off then. "