Truth is, i like to think i am a strong person, my thoughts have influenced people's opinion of me. today im like the softest strongest person, i am strong because i know how to hold my own when everything around is falling, i am strong because i know how to put up a smiling face even when all else seems to be going wrong. i am strong because sometimes i am faced with turmoils, temptations and i always fall, only for me to stand up again stronger than before.
My mom always told me i was a lucky child, and i believed her, i walked around feeling i was the world's luckiest being, how wrong was i. in my self deciet, i lost faith in God, and all else began to fall apart, i realised i was not so lucky, i realised that maybe, just maybe God was fed up with me. i was too young to be thinking these thoughts, yet they were all that seemed to cloud my every day musings. i remember thinking i was going to die at a particular time, that was last year, i was so scaed of death and was determined to cheat God out of that course, i mean every one was dying around me, it was only w\normal i followed, but i did not. i was kept by him, and suddenly i can see the end of the turnel
yes i am a lucky child, it has been proved to me time and time again, he is with me. My heavenly father is wit me.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
The Pain Behind The Fame
Her dazzling smile and graceful walk overwhelmed all around her. And people! male and female alike could barely resist the urge to turn and stare as she floated past them.
She stepped in a way like her feet were not touching the ground.
Was she beautiful??
Oh yes!! She was breathtakenly so.. Her small sad eyes were soulful but had a mischievous glint to it making it seem like she was always up to something.
Her full lips was every man's dream and her nose was small but pointed. The crown of hair on her head was glorious, and had been subjected to lots of arguements that her full and rich hair was actually cus of extensions. But alas! It was her hair.
She was petite and slim built, fragile yet strong looking. Her breasts were just the right proportion, and her hips, though slightly big, made her look like a sixteen year old, burning fiercely in childish maturity. As she walked by, the crowd cheered on, and even though she was struggling with an inner pain, she waved and touched and hugged as many people as she could.
She was nicknamed the 'people's princess' because she was kind and cheerful.and On this day, she was determined to live up to the name, pushin every other affair to the back of her mind, as she basked in all the attention ascribed to her.
That life seemed like decades away as tola was abruptly jolted back to the present by the sound of the front door slamming on it's hinges.....
She stepped in a way like her feet were not touching the ground.
Was she beautiful??
Oh yes!! She was breathtakenly so.. Her small sad eyes were soulful but had a mischievous glint to it making it seem like she was always up to something.
Her full lips was every man's dream and her nose was small but pointed. The crown of hair on her head was glorious, and had been subjected to lots of arguements that her full and rich hair was actually cus of extensions. But alas! It was her hair.
She was petite and slim built, fragile yet strong looking. Her breasts were just the right proportion, and her hips, though slightly big, made her look like a sixteen year old, burning fiercely in childish maturity. As she walked by, the crowd cheered on, and even though she was struggling with an inner pain, she waved and touched and hugged as many people as she could.
She was nicknamed the 'people's princess' because she was kind and cheerful.and On this day, she was determined to live up to the name, pushin every other affair to the back of her mind, as she basked in all the attention ascribed to her.
That life seemed like decades away as tola was abruptly jolted back to the present by the sound of the front door slamming on it's hinges.....
Monday, February 14, 2011
PARANOID
Evil doesn't die, it never dies. It just takes on a new face, a new name. Just because we've been touched by it once, doesn't mean we're immune to ever being hurt again. Lightening can strike twice. No matter how careful we are, evil knows how to find us. It knows where we live.
How often are we faced by fear of the unexpected, fear of the past, fear of the unknown...
Awele thought to herself as she prepared herself for bed that night.
It's been almost three years since it happened..
Since she was forced into womanhood, without her consent.
Without her approval.
Living for her now, was a routine.
One filled with hate, fear, nightmares...
At night, even after all locks and blinds were in place,
Even after she was within the four walls of her flat,
She was still uneasy, scared, paranoid.
The night was cold, and try as she could, sleep somehow managed to evade her.
She got out of bed and paced round her room. Her mind blank, unable to register anything, filled with incomprehensible thoughts.
Suddenly she stopped, she thought she heard a noise. She rushed to the window and peered outside,
Staring into the dark.
Seeing nothing.
Stepping away from the window after a short while, she let out a nervous laugh. Admonishing herself for being so fearful.
Thinking to herself that it's just her mind playing tricks on her.
A short while later, she heard the sound again. Noises of people trying not to be heard.
They're here finally.... She thought to herself.
How'd they get in? She asked herself.
Even though she was sure that everywhere was secure..
Suddenly she felt a deep suffocation at her own security.
She felt trapped. Her heart began to pound so fast that she could feel it against her breast.
Thinking of her pistol, her only friend and companion that she frequently slept with.
She rushed to her bed,
Picking up the shiny metal.
She released the safety with shaky hands, and jumped as it clicked.
Enveloped in fear and breathing heavily,
Her unsteady hands, unable to hold the gun straight.
She began to creep towards the sound she had heard.
'im not going down this time, not without a fight' she thought to her self.
The silence was eerie, and in the dark she could barely find her way.
She refused to turn on the light, for fear that it would make it easier for the intruder to locate her.
This was her house, she knew every angle, nook and crany of it. And she was going to take advantage of that..
She heard the sound again, a different one this time. And she screamed and did not stop screaming as she felt something brush past her.....
How often are we faced by fear of the unexpected, fear of the past, fear of the unknown...
Awele thought to herself as she prepared herself for bed that night.
It's been almost three years since it happened..
Since she was forced into womanhood, without her consent.
Without her approval.
Living for her now, was a routine.
One filled with hate, fear, nightmares...
At night, even after all locks and blinds were in place,
Even after she was within the four walls of her flat,
She was still uneasy, scared, paranoid.
The night was cold, and try as she could, sleep somehow managed to evade her.
She got out of bed and paced round her room. Her mind blank, unable to register anything, filled with incomprehensible thoughts.
Suddenly she stopped, she thought she heard a noise. She rushed to the window and peered outside,
Staring into the dark.
Seeing nothing.
Stepping away from the window after a short while, she let out a nervous laugh. Admonishing herself for being so fearful.
Thinking to herself that it's just her mind playing tricks on her.
A short while later, she heard the sound again. Noises of people trying not to be heard.
They're here finally.... She thought to herself.
How'd they get in? She asked herself.
Even though she was sure that everywhere was secure..
Suddenly she felt a deep suffocation at her own security.
She felt trapped. Her heart began to pound so fast that she could feel it against her breast.
Thinking of her pistol, her only friend and companion that she frequently slept with.
She rushed to her bed,
Picking up the shiny metal.
She released the safety with shaky hands, and jumped as it clicked.
Enveloped in fear and breathing heavily,
Her unsteady hands, unable to hold the gun straight.
She began to creep towards the sound she had heard.
'im not going down this time, not without a fight' she thought to her self.
The silence was eerie, and in the dark she could barely find her way.
She refused to turn on the light, for fear that it would make it easier for the intruder to locate her.
This was her house, she knew every angle, nook and crany of it. And she was going to take advantage of that..
She heard the sound again, a different one this time. And she screamed and did not stop screaming as she felt something brush past her.....
INTRODUCTIONS
sup tweeps! sorry i mean peeps, hows the day going? with the val craze in the air and all? anyways me im just here roasting as usual, no val, no boyfriend, in fact i don sleep today sotey headache come dey catch me (smh@myself). but its all good God dey. speaking of God, its not like i dont have a val oh, its just that he's far away as in very very far away. when i mean far i mean heaven kinda far, if u like do yimu there ive said my own, God is my Val better belee dat!!
thats by the way sha, to dat im launching my new blog, not as if this is the first time im blogging oh, just that ive decided to take it serious this time around. plus im jobbless now, as in i don become graduate wey go dey find job, like i said before God dey!!. anyways ive always had a passion for the written word, as in ive always loved writing. i got published for the very first time in SUAVE MAGAZINE, though there was no pay then cus we were starting up and all, i cant begin to describe the first time i saw my work in that mag iSwear. anyways the journey went on and all, i wrote for playmode mag and much recently got employed by the hottest mag in town... yeah....... wait for it...... wait for it...... oya guess!!!... u definately got it 180 MAGAZINE!! writing for that mag remains a peak experience for me, not like other peak experiences wont come oh, just that for now the thing still dey burst my head.
anyways ill be blogging on a regular basis, sharing my torts and a few short stories, i really hope i do not eventually get to bore you guys sha.... ermmmm ermmmm i dont have anything to say again sha. you guys should sha read and im open to criticisms from time to time oh, not everytime or una go just kill my morale.. soso later sha
thats by the way sha, to dat im launching my new blog, not as if this is the first time im blogging oh, just that ive decided to take it serious this time around. plus im jobbless now, as in i don become graduate wey go dey find job, like i said before God dey!!. anyways ive always had a passion for the written word, as in ive always loved writing. i got published for the very first time in SUAVE MAGAZINE, though there was no pay then cus we were starting up and all, i cant begin to describe the first time i saw my work in that mag iSwear. anyways the journey went on and all, i wrote for playmode mag and much recently got employed by the hottest mag in town... yeah....... wait for it...... wait for it...... oya guess!!!... u definately got it 180 MAGAZINE!! writing for that mag remains a peak experience for me, not like other peak experiences wont come oh, just that for now the thing still dey burst my head.
anyways ill be blogging on a regular basis, sharing my torts and a few short stories, i really hope i do not eventually get to bore you guys sha.... ermmmm ermmmm i dont have anything to say again sha. you guys should sha read and im open to criticisms from time to time oh, not everytime or una go just kill my morale.. soso later sha
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