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There's a thump in my chest and a familiar urgency within. It's a feeling I've not felt in months. I am not ashamed to say or own it; it's a part of the process. "Forgive me," will you? I know you can, and you will; you have missed me 😍😍😍. It's been almost one year I wrote to you. I never forgot you, how could I? When you creep into my thoughts, and I carry you in my heart all day long. I've experienced several intrigues. I've written titles without content or context. I've even read more than I used to, collecting words from everyone who had some to spare, yet I never got to writing out my heart. Despite authoring another ebook last June, isn't it strange I have been radio silent? It wasn't a writer's block, darling; there is no restriction for anyone born of Christ. It was a careful war, a battle between my feelings and the truth.    When I first recognized my gift, I was writing for freedom, an escape from the realities of lif...

Between now and the last time you read from me, it's been about five months. 5 months!!! How time flies! You've been on my mind; I can't lie to you. I drafted my first write-up for the year on the 19th of December. I never got around finishing it. The same thing happened on the 20th of January, but this is seeing the light of day. I have thought of the several forms I could present my thoughts to you, but the fact that you might not like my approach has drawn me back for so long. Today, I am deciding against all thoughts and odds to let it out regardless. It's going to be a year in June when my life took a tremendous turn, and I've loved it so much.  I finally took the bold step to achieve one of my goals as a writer; getting paid independently for the services I could render. It wasn't without push and shove. But, in these few months, I have come to understand the need to take the first step in every worthy endeavor. Beyond steps, I have come to learn the impor...

Light me up a smoke darling  Oh,  The somber appeal in your eyes Its threatening my conscience Arrghh,  Don't you worry I'll quit tomorrow We'd be happy again In a home without heady clouds In her mind she knows  Tomorrow isn't promised  And promises are fickle So when the day breaks again  And neither is dead She'd light up a couple  Watch him puff hot smoke into the air  Then he'd look into her teary eyes Whilst acting as if it does matter  Stroke a side of her face  Then promise tomorrow again  And when the day breaks  And no one is dead  He'd beckon again  That life you see- is on repeat Because of the strongest force known to human  The force called Love

  Unsplash "Your papa, he find you come". "I no know say e bin dey come, na you he find come o!"  She went on about how Ajepe had been in the room earlier where he had come to talk to her about a scheme. Seven-Seven they called it. But one of her customers had hinted on it being a scam and she had no interest. She had vehemently told this to Ajepe and asked him to leave. He raised his voice saying she must be on board and brought out a knife. She thought she could handle the knife but as she made a run for it, he pinned her to a side of the room and pressed the knife to her side. With the knife to her side, he tore he clothes with the clear intentions of making her a prey to his selfish desires. It was at that an intruder came calling, one neither of them expected. He struggled with Ajepe who succeeded in driving the knife through his belly, sent him tumbling backwards and smashed his head in with a wooden structure.   He then broke bottles the old crate just be...

My lover is in town Wearing the latest designer; Bùbá and Sóró Swallowing his rather thin frame I wonder if those legs ever scream "not fair" His hair cut is to die for Two lone lanes on either side his head Center top like the style of íwófá àdáwójoya Curly clustered strands (and this is how madness begins o)   The shoes are fancier Glittery and spiky With Ends finished off in ropes You would think It was forced off a porcupine   The Omidans are lined up In the best of the best Sányán; the Mother of clothes Iyùn;   Chief of adornment Atiike; the charming powder But none catch his eye For they are glued to someone else The bride of a white man For fate has sealed my fate   My one sided lover is in Town With him a swagger That can never go unnoticed I would gladly oblige Run off to a land where no one knows with him If only he'd form the words Rather than watch me sway my graceful hips To the voice of t...

There is a saying in my local dialect that “ashes from a long-dead fire can still burn you.” That precisely is the case of Kyle McAvoy. The future he had carefully projected and painted on the canvas of his mind is about to go off in confusion. The story started with the job any 25-year-old law student will probably never be caught doing, coaching schoolboys. This ushers readers into the reason he pursued law at all; opening us up to the beginning of his imminent chaos. Kyle McCoy is, without doubt, the lead role in this novel. While it is not all about him, he is the central character. Everything finds a way back to him. A case that passed for young adult exuberance has come to haunt him and “his pals” down like a knife hunts down the good in the woods. Of course, something smells fishy, and amid everything, he must finish his law school, ace the bar exam, work at one of those places he grew up detesting so much. As if the trouble of digging up dead issues was not enough, he has...

'Na Ajepe, send me message.' 'Abeg, no rough handle me, comot your body.' Musings, as well as what could pass for laughter, went around the lot. I am a joke to them, God give me strength. So I acted like the man I am, gave Basira a hot slap that left my palm tingling. Now everyone had their eyes on me again; they knew I meant business. 'Oya, you sef talk wetin you know, e be like say this pikin don dey vex' someone in the front spoke up. No, he was wrong; the anger was not at its early stage; it felt as though it were at the peak. My insides were in chaos, and I felt like I could do anything at this moment. By now, tears had pooled underneath Basira's badly made-up eyes. There was a full imprint of my fingers on her right cheek, and I felt no remorse. "Ajepe bin say make I dey watch you, e say your mama send you message". "I ask am if your mama Sabi de arrangement, e say yes, say dey get something wey dey bin wan discuss and e better mak...