10, Adebambo Street, Surulere, Lagos. It had been such a good day. She curled her lips and subtly sucked in air, forming that semi pout that she knew he loved. But you have to be home, or your parents will send out the hosts of heaven and earth to find you. 27, Adebambo Street, Surulere. This was the worst day of her life.

Through the eyes of me! November 30, 2012. I wrote this a year ago. The smell of garlic assaults my senses as I wipe my face with my hands. I adjust myself on the stool and it creaks. I adjust again, and it creaks again. I stand up and put off the light. The sunlight is seeping int.

She replies demurely when I ask who she is as she fumbles in front of the door. My neighbour who was once my lover, and whose heart I shattered in the moans of another. What happened to your sister? I ask, dread creeping upon me. Why have I only now asked the question? The sibling replies, staring at me with eyes with wise eyes.

She stares through blank, emotionless eyes, the same expression she looks at the world with. What makes her special? Why does she treat the rest of the world like thrash they all ask. She has heard them but her inability to care what they all thought summed up the reason why she considered them less mortal than she is.

These words shall be my legacy. I used to be a rapper. I used to be a dancer. I used to read a lot. I used to have friends visit me at home. I used to be more social. I used to write poetry. I used to be a sculptor. I used to draw regularly. I used to make music. These are words I hope to never say. I used to make photographs.

I live on both sides of the fence. My grass is always green. Posted by SlevinCalevra under Educational. Eww, he is so short.

Stories, stories and more stories. They dance around coquettishly,. I do not own them. I cannot catch them,. And pin them to paper. 8221; She wished that she could also apologize for cheating with his friend. But it was so long ago, and he would only tell her that she was forgiven.

What do you want to read? Memoirs of an Intern. Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Backing up ALL my documents. Got home and switched on the system.

Where life is too important to be taken seriously! August 7, 2014. Oh come on, you know me better than that. That title is just really catchy, so I had to use something that will catch your attention. Now that I think about it, the entire blogosphere is saturated with new posts. Telling you about the virus.