On the Woman Who Attacked Her Husband’s Side Chick at the Mall and Some Rambling Idiot’s Sexist Tweet: Joke or Nah

Synopsis: Man A cheated on his wife B with woman C. Wife B publicly humiliated woman C by confronting her at a mall. Then, Man Z from somewhere else makes a funny statement that’s messing with my head. Opinion: Now, in my fictional world created for Man A, Wife B, Woman C and Man Z from nowhere, my conclusion is simple...very simple. Man Z from nowhere who tweeted something similar to the above quoted tweet obviously has some brain disorder; just like many other deranged Nigerian men...in my story of course. And to think I watched the ending part of ‘Your View’ this morning, a TV show on a Nigerian TV station…from my story. You should have heard the guest speaker vehemently arguing her point (No doubt, I agreed with some of the things she said, especially the place of forgiveness but fam………keep reading sha.

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The Haunted House

‘What exactly are you trying to say?’ Tade was starting to get worried. Arinze lowered his voice even more and bent towards him conspiratorially. He spoke in hushed tones. ‘I am saying that all the past owners of that house have died mysteriously and everybody knows. Everyone is afraid to buy it so it has been empty for the past three years. Rumour has it that a ghost haunts the house.’

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Adieu

We stand by the docks, our emotions in letters They float in little wooden boats, pushed by the winds of our affection For in the deep corners of our hearts, rests the hidden mail box Out of the reach of society Where eyes can’t see, nor hands touch

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Talku Talku

So, in order to say a bit more of the things I have in mind, I write them out, and they flow out of me with ease, and sometimes, even with some finesse and aesthetic. Most times, I don’t have to think too hard. The words are just right there, dancing around in my head, waiting for me to ink them. I write because I have more to say than I am allowed to. I will write until I have said it all…which will be most likely…never.

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The Mountain Between Us

You know, when they talk about love, they don’t tell you everything. No, they sugar-coat it and talk about happily ever afters, the simple and complex arguments and the bizarre breakups. Maybe they even tell of some of the struggles…but they never talk about us. They don’t tell you of the several trials and errors. They don’t tell you of the pain, and the stigma. They don’t tell you about us, the ones who fall for people we can’t be with.

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Where'd the Love Go?

Show someone love today (you can tag them if you want or even just send a DM. Just tell them how much you love and appreciate them. I don't think anyone ever gets tired of hearing that. P.S: It could even be me. What are you waiting for? Go for it!)

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What Can You Do?

Anyway, I went to ask my younger sister if I could borrow her phone to use for Instagram but she was sleeping. Sleeping! Sleeping ke? At this critical time when I was about to shoot the shot that would shoot me out of St. Singlehood. Never! So, I woke her up to ask her for the phone and her password (every 16-year-old has that these days…jeez).

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The Date

'Sure.’ I smiled at him like the lovestruck idiot that I was. I watch him walk off and imagined how the beautiful babies we’d have would be just as funny as he was. We’d live in a house by the lake, have three children and the rest would fall into place.

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Why I Dropped Out of School
Black woman with depressed emotion

Why I Dropped Out of School

Hi guys. My name is Lola and I know you don't know me. I stole Grace's laptop because I really need to tell you guys this. I need the world to understand why I dropped out of school because I feel it will help a lot of people in achieving their goals and objectives in life. Seriously. So here goes:

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