Poetry: she.

No sooner had I realized that she'd known grief & sorrow all her life than my empathy for her hit double digits on the figurative ten scale.

Poetry : frustrated lover.

Everything
to get my attention
You manoeuvered me
Oh how I fell
hooked by your lure
fondled by your hand
sent back...

Poetry 3: thoughts.

You no longer walk this plane
Oft my thoughts will fill of you
That wicked laugh, warm smile
For you're unforgettable

Poetry 2.

“ The moment
our minds connect
secret longing
to get your attention
all I can say
gibberish galimatias

#poemtrail #writtenriver #MSpoetry ”

Poetry 1.

In depths from which one cannot flee,
And far off I shall go, a bohemian,
It’s a green hollow where a river sings

Boy Says He Loves Wearing Tight Boxers To Show His Assets

A boy on Facebook uploaded a picture of his half nude, showing off his penis protruding from his boxers. Says it causes trouble when he goes for a swim. Here are some pictures.

A Little Piece Of Me

As I lay on my bed, trying to reflect on life, the life I have lived and the one I'm currently living.
This life full of hatred, unfairness and disappointments. This life that isn't fair.

I was born into a family of two; my mom and I.. My dad—well, I never met him, because he died two months after my birth. My mom took care of me during the early stage of my life. She cared for me and pampered me, she would always use the rod (including wire) whenever I misbehave or fail to do what I was supposed to do. I used to think she hated me you know.. Because she was always quick to use the rod to correct every slight error I made. She always told me to be the best I can be that there is no limit, no limit to what I could do. She didn't tell me that the road was narrow and rough but I found out later.

She later met this man who she got married to. He was a very handsome lawyer, intelligent & and generous I want prepared for what has going to happen next. I always had questions I wanted to ask but I was too scared to ask them. Like, why is my daddy black and why was I black? Why was our surnames different? Why did his attitude towards me change when my sister was born? This questions nested in my heart for so long until my mom told me everything.. I was a product of pleasures gone wrong, an unexpected product of their little fling. She said my father was dead but she never went into the details of what killed him. And I never bothered to ask, about the man who gave birth to me, God took him from me! Why didn't Oghene let him live? Why? I asked these questions with a swollen heart.

Things started to change, Daddy changed, mommy and daddy started to fight "it's because of this bastard!" He always said. I was the cause of their quarrels, I was a witch, i came to spoil their marriage and I always go to my room to cry, why does he hate me, I asked myself. This is too much for a child to bear. Everything I did was always criticized. Mommy never listened—she listened but she didn't just listen to the things I actually said. I was confused.

What was the reason for my being? Why was I here, in this earth? For what purpose? Why was I different from other kids? I was taught to be a man at an early age. Nobody cared about what I wanted, but what they expected from me, what the wanted me to be.

I was lost.
I was confused.
I was frustrated.

But that was then. Mom has passed on, I finally know the truth about daddy; my real daddy. He made many mistakes but I'm gonna kick of from whwe he left off. I'm gonna be a better version of him. I have goals. I have ambitions. I won't rest until I put my mark on this world.

Dear Mom, Dear Dad,

Just watch me. I'm going to make you all proud.

Social Media Will Ruin Your Life—If You're An Idiot.

SOCIAL MEDIA WILL PUT YOU IN TROUBLE

Most of you here have heard of the Tobi Medal story..
I never wanted to comment on this boy's story because I, personally, think he deserves it. He does. You see I was once like him; updating senseless things online, thinking that the media isn't that broad that my parents or guardians can't see whatever I do online—but I was totally wrong. I realized that I had to be careful here. Because the rate at which bad publicity reaches the masses has passed godspeed. It's faster than quicksilver.

Tobi Medal, as little knowledge I have of him is an idiot to the apex. And attention scavenger. I have noticed him before but he became inactive. Looking for something to use as a comeback, his peanut-sized sense sent a signal to use, of every topic regarding sexcapades, RAPE.

RAPE: a topic that people don't joke with. Perhaps he didn't know the weight of something like that. The way it affects its victims, he is an ignoramus. He didn't think. Now, activists, feminists, and the caring public of the senior eye are on to him. He has painted himself a renegade. Now he'll have to pay for the bad boy image he was hoping to get from the post. He'll pay a very costly price; his education and respect. I don't feel sorry for him.

My dear friends. We need to learn from this. The internet of 2013 isn't the one of now. Things have changed, softwares have evolved. Internet users have increased and people sure damn well take things here damn too seriously! Be careful of what you upload here. Because one day. When you are successful, they'll dig-up your past to discredit you. Even in court—my dad is a lawyer and I have seen where him and his clients were talking about something similar.

So be warned. You don't know who is watching. Think before you type. Always consider:
Will this thing affect me in future?
Will my future kids be proud of the things I've done with my virtual self?
If my relatives, employer stumbles on the things I've uploaded here, will it credit me or discredit me?
Learn to think. Stay blessed.

She Killed Him Because He Cheated.

“Don't you dare walk out on me, Nigel,” Jessie said.
She is tired of the relationship and she wants out. Nigel has changed. He has become distant. He never shares his thoughts with her anymore. He keeps to himself and talks less and she's tired.
“I can do whatever I want to, you're not my mother.” he said, matter-of-fact-ly.

“Who is she.” Jessie said. it was more of a statement than a question. And Nigel pretended not to have heard what she said.
His secret was carefully kept, or so he thought. He didn't know his girlfriend has gotten an anonymous tip from someone he considers his best friend.

“I don't know what you're talking about.” his face like a nonchalant teenager. He was adorable, Jessie thought at the moment. How beautiful he was with his smooth caramel skin that glows in dim light. She couldn't blame him, he was every girl's dream man.

“Don't play dumb with me! For the past two months you've been very distant. You no longer give me my good night kisses. You don't wash my car, you don't make love to me. What's going on Bumpkins, what felony did I commit for you to hate me so much. I am tired Nigel, I am. Am I not good enough for you? Why do you have to do it with my sister?! Why her?! Why do you want to ruin me?! Why Nigel?!!”

at the point, she started crying. She didn't care anymore. She told him before. Before they started dating, that she never cried. She doesn't know how to. Even when her dad died, she was only depressed but she never cried. Now there she was, crying. He didn't know what to do. It wasn't all his fault. He just loved good sex. And now he has broken her. He has lost her trust and she will never forgive him. He didn't think she'll find out. He didn't think she'll break.

She brought out a gun.

And pointed it at him.

“You are a wicked man and you deserve to die!”

Nigel was shaking now. This have gotten out of hand and out of control but before he could make any move, she hot him. It was quick. Nigel slumped, gave out a weak moan and he saw Jessie, then brown, then black.

“OH MY GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE!” Jessie ran to him. She checked his pulse and nothing.

“NIGEL! NIGEL!” She cried. But it was too late. She had passed justice. He was gone. She wish she could settle things with him but her anger took the best of her.

She sobbed for a moment, thought of running away but she stop crying and she took the cold, black gun and placed the mouth at her stomach, and pulled the trigger.

Think About The Future

“You're a fool, I'm going to block you.”
next thing I was seeing Facebook telling me that I was unable to send message to this user.
What did I do to deserve this? just because I didn't give her the Five Thousand Naira recharge card she asked for.
“You're a brokeass. You can't even afford common MTN card,” that was true. I AM broke. But I'm not an ass. I am just a student. what does this girl want me to do? steal money for her?
I thought; as I was reading our old chats. Yes, she might have blocked me on Facebook but she cannot delete our chats on my phone.

she blocked me exactly three years ago. her name was Jessie Styles; that was her Facebook name. I never bothered her for her real name; I guess it wasn't important. what I really liked about her was the fact that she knows how to chat. she was one of cheeks that you'll chat with from morning till night and you wouldn't get short of topics. I really liked her though. I told her bout my feelings and she admitted to have liked me too. I was so overexcited that I sent her Mtn 100 Naira. that was my weekly ritual and she appreciated it.

everything was going well until Christmas came. and she asked me for a huge amount of cash but I didn't have. she later asked for that same amount, but in recharge card. I told her, regrettably, that I was broke. she got angry and started telling me how selfish and useless I was, how I don't worth 100Naira Mtn card, how my dick is big but my bank account is tiny. it went on and on.. until she blocked me. I couldn't do anything but quit Facebook. yes. I quit Facebook because I needed to make money. the insults I received from Jessie were like fuel; anytime I thought of those words, I would be powered to hustle more.

that was three years ago.

as I sat comfortably at my office chair, giving approvals to some warrants. my secretary came in.. she didn't knock. I didn't mind because I know she lacked home-training.

"Mr. K, someone is here to see the contract manager but he's not around, I think it's one of those job seekers," she said, with her serious voice.

"send the person in." I said, noncommittally.

she left and a few minutes a beautiful, young woman entered my office, I rose my head to see this potential worker and.. just like a flashback, I remember her pictures she had sent, our chats and phone calls—this was the same voice that greeted me.

"sit down, Jessie Styles." I gestured to the nearest chair. she was shocked. but she sat down anyway, saying nothing, as I looked at her, eyeball-to-eyeball.

"Sir, I need job."
"eh?"
"sir, I need job"
I laughed. impolite and rude.
"sir, why you laughing?"
"my friend, leave her now!"
"but—"
"I said leave!!! after you blocked me on Facebook? olosho wooooo! leave"
people were already standing outside, trying to listen to what was going on. that was how I sent her out. in shame!
guests were laughing.

my secretary came, "Sah, what happened? did you know her from somewhere?"

I laughed. she was now confused.
then I said,

" she is one olosho from Facebook that blocked me."

so, my good people, especially the girls... don't downgrade any boy because you don't know tomorrow 😂