In the Beginning I once imagined I had an encounter with God and I’d like to share it with you. I had a fever, my body temperature was hitting the roof and it was as if my skin was being pried open with needles; somehow, I drifted into a sleep on the saggy sofa in my father’s living room and by the time I woke up, I was drenched in my own sweat. Oh! I actually had a dream, but it was one of those...
HOW I BECAME A YAHOO! BOY (The Girl) – Part 3 My becoming a Yahoo! Boy was never planned, it just happened and It was all about her in the beginning, because the moment she came along, she was like the queen bee and everything just happened because of her. Eniola was not the regular average kinda girl you know, she was special in ways you can’t definitely put your fingers on, she was just too...
HOW I BECAME A YAHOO! BOY (The Gang) – Part 2 Emmanuel Oshiame is arguably one of the best humans to ever walk the face of this earth. He lived freely, cared truly, loved deeply, held onto nothing even when it hurts and his loyalty to anyone that was a part of his life was never in doubt. He was a troublesome child with no troubles of his own to worry about and to say the least, he lived...
The Words of the Flower I Found Down the road that leads to Ipaja On the path I walk, I found a flower With stems of ruby and a petal of gold Adorn with dews from the morning mist My heart was lighted and I made to touch The tender rim that glowed in the morning sun But she closed her petals and withdrew her style Afraid I will pluck and end her gait Then a butterfly came and a bee with stings...
In the over three decades that I’ve lived in this world (I’m less 40, I’m just 21 so I’m young) and with like 17 years of sexual/sensual consciousness of girls, ladies, women and females in general, I’ve come to realize that women don’t ever want the truth as much as they demand it, they just want to fall for the lies, find out the truth and mourn it later...
My Point Exactly ***************** I don’t know how I got to this point but for me, only the tiny little things matter this days. I’m no longer excited about the Christmas, Easter or New year frenzy thingy, I’m gradually becoming so numb to the norms and somehow finding my foot in the little things that count. I eat at that woman selling at the street corner not because I love...
Can anyone answer this question sincerely? Between your phones and your lover, which one do you love most? Which one occupy your heart and mind most? Which one do you care for most? Which one do you devote your time for most? Which one do you cherish most? The answers are personal, you dont need to write them here. Before the advent of phones of different names and status, love and affection was...
Here’s the picture of a Youth Corper and his mum who sells Frozen Fish. His mother evidently paid for his education from the proceed of selling frozen fish. An average human will be quick to hide behind veils but this young man honoured his mother by not only identifying with her, but showing the world how proud he his to have her. I think this is the true definition of honour when the...