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Trapped

Love is a prison that no one escapes from

Like a criminal, I am in your prison

When I look at you, I feel like ice cream on a sunny day

Your eyes are like spears, piercing through my very soul

I always look forward to seeing your eyes smile from your cheek

Your love sent waves of joy that calmed my sorrows

You are always so bright, you make the sun seem like it’s trying so hard

Oh my love! My love burns like the intensity of a red hot flame

My love is a prison, and you can’t be bailed from it

-Avoseh Sesi Mogbekeloluwa

BURIED IN YOU

In a world of pain,

a world we came to be

lots of unknown, there is

around we search

our place of confidence

mountain of escape

view of motivated truth

slowly I  searched

saw but didn’t find

in you; in your everything was me

the wind blew, you vanishing before my eyes

in more shattered pieces was I left

what a feeling

to see not find

to lose; getting lost yourself

slowly again I search

braver. stronger. fiercer.

yesterday, to be revisited

but maybe forever gone’s the moment

yet, compared to you is nothing

my place of confidence

mountain of escape

view of this heart

the best of myself is buried in you

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Don’t Let Love Get the Most of You!

I used to have a friend in secondary school that was all I could ask for in a man. Well, as at that time. Oh, what did I know? I was still a child. He was handsome, charming, tall, dark, buff and funny. I mean, what could possibly be missing? Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, his name was Dami.

Dami was the new boy at school which was actually weird because he joined us in SS2, a class which never admitted students then. Well, he was admitted and I didn’t know that the next two years with him were going to be the most interesting in my life then.

I was always a ‘fraidy cat’, I never liked getting into trouble… even now, I still don’t. They used to flog us then, especially when the class was noisy; and trust me, my class was noisiest. So any time we were flogged like that, I was always crying. So, Dami used that opportunity to start talking to me. I’m even smiling as I’m writing this. He walked up to me once and asked why I was crying, and that was where we got talking.

So, Dami became my ‘cry-buddy’. He always knew when to come; he always knew what to say to make me burst into laughter even in the midst of my tears. Soon enough, we got talking at times other than when I was crying. He was in science class and I was in art class but he used to come around so often as possible. He was always there; and I tried my best being there for him too.

We got talking on WhatsApp and well, you know how these things go, we ended up liking each other. (He never asked me out though. Secondary school love is never that serious in my secondary school… he-he). Everything went rosy between us, we rarely fought, we talked for long hours of the day and I thought I was in love already.

Sooner than I thought, I started spending and desiring more time with him. I spent more time with him than with my friends. If I was with my friends and he happened to be in the same place, I would ditch my friends and go meet him. (I’m sorry guys!). My relationship with my friends began to nosedive, but I didn’t care, Dami and I would be forever. (Or so I thought!).

Well, a few weeks to our graduation, Dami told me he was going to London and it was going to be the beginning of a new life for him and because of that, he didn’t want anything from his past to get in his way…including me. (Ouch!)

It was around that time in my life that I realized that I had focused so much on him and it had been like I was secluded in a world apart from reality. I realized that I had treated my friends badly and that I had forgotten about every other thing that was not “Dami-fied”. This “break-up” of course was an eye-opener for me; I was sad but I knew I could live with it. I had to reconnect with my friends, I had to start all over again. I went out more often, I had fun for myself, I dressed to look good for myself, let’s just say, I began to see who I really was. I learned a lesson from then on though, I let love get the best of me… in fact, all of me. But I have promised myself to pay attention to everything and everyone around even when next I fall in love.

*wink wink*

ADESOJI JEDIDIAH

LONELY ME

Two years ago, I watched death steal my daughter away from me. I have not forgiven myself till now and I do not think I will anytime soon. It is all my fault. I forced her into it, I pray God forgives me. My heart is filled with so much pain and sorrow. Judith was a pretty kid. She was brilliant, respectful, and hardworking and filled with so much life. This was who she was until her father, my husband died. He was her best friend and play mate. I felt so bad for her when he passed away yet, there was nothing I could do about it, and never could I take his place in her heart.

However, my husband’s death was not as painful as the pain my daughter had to go through. She was only 16 when my brother-in-law, Tony, abused her sexually. I came back home that day and I saw my daughter looking scared. I wondered what the matter could be. The usual me is quick at concluding so I concluded she was missing her dad. Judith and I never had a heart to heart talk. I have always been a career woman to the extent that I returned to my desk barely a month after I gave birth to her. I loved my daughter but I had to fend for my family. My husband always attacked me concerning this issue. He even accused me of being a careless mother. I got Judith all she ever wanted and everything she could ever need. She always got the best things available on the market, clothes, shoes, bags and all my baby was an expensive kid. I often got jealous because all the stuff I got Judith were no match to the relationship she had with her dad. I remember her tenth birthday when she said she wished her mum could love her as much as her dad did. I felt so bad and horrible wishing she could understand I was the breadwinner of the house. Continue reading LONELY ME

THE THING BEHIND VALENTINE’S DAY

As we all know, Valentine’s day is fast approaching and a lot of people (girls especially) honestly speaking are expecting gifts and should I say unnecessarily expensive items from their boyfriends, lovers, admirers and people close to this category.

I’m not against the idea of giving gifts, don’t get me wrong. I’m against the idea of people trying to prove their worth through the price of the gifts they buy. Most of these people that buy gifts don’t even do it from their hearts anymore, they just try to meet up to a social demand and go with the trend. Obviously, it has turned into a “battle of the richest” and the boy only wants to prove a point to the girl and most especially the people around her that he’s capable of taking care of her and being with her or should I say he’s a “BIGBOY”. Continue reading THE THING BEHIND VALENTINE’S DAY

I PREPARED FOR MY WEDDING AND NOT MY MARRIAGE.

I am Helen, Helen Miya. I am 32 years old and newly divorced. How strange, I got divorced merely two days after my wedding. Funny how, it took just seconds to terminate what I spent over six months trying to prepare for. I am a career woman, I have got a well-paid job, I own a house of my own, a duplex to be precise, and two luxurious cars. Amidst all these I was single and never bothered though the society we live did bother on my behalf.

I was in my world until I met this guy called Ayomide Bankole aka AY. A handsome, classy, pink lips, tall, intelligent, brilliant and six packs guy every lady would fall for. Yes he was all of those but I really didn’t care. However, AY proved himself headstrong after becoming a torn in my flesh for over three weeks. I began to wonder if he was sent or indeed he was ‘in love’. Men always said I was authoritative, proud and all that yet AY was ready to bear all of me. We met in one of those strange ways. Oh yes he bumped into be at a supermarket and got my 120,000 naira designer shoes soaked with chocolate ice cream. I felt like dying yet I had to behave myself and let the lion in me be still. What amazed me was his reaction, immediately he offered to take me home and the next day he got a better pair of shoes for me. Continue reading I PREPARED FOR MY WEDDING AND NOT MY MARRIAGE.

SELF LOVE

Self love is a topic most people consciously shove under the carpet for reasons best known to them. Everyone talks about love for friends, families, tourist attractions, assets and all that good stuff but you rarely hear people talk about loving themselves. So many people are trapped In self pity, guilt and often believe they are not worth loving or are not enough as humans. Continue reading SELF LOVE