I shivered one more time not sure if it was due to how my life had turned out or the cold night wind blowing through my barely covered body. I cringed as tears blurred my vision. If only I saw…
I wish you were here
Sometimes, I feel like I hear you whispering my name
Like a soft breath right behind my ear
‘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.’
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.
I’ve been avoiding you ever since…not because I’m embarrassed…okay maybe I am…a little…but because I’ve started writing a book…it’s about you.
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:
See that girl up there, well…that’s me. Lol, I’m kidding, that’s not me. It’s just a picture I got off Google that kind of fit my mood as of now. I am Kemi, 24, brown-skinned, engaged and always hungry. I…
P . U . B . L . I . S . H . E . D Again!!! ” “You make me sick!” I spit at him as he advances towards me, his white sandals making a foreboding tap-tap on…
“Perfect? But…,what about fun Mo?” “It’s not about fun, fun is not in this picture and it’s not been for a long time. And don’t call me Mo. We’re not friends.” They stood there for a long time. He tried…