My diary, journal, muse, therapy. why do they elude me when I need them. They seem to grow wings and fly away. or wait do they disappear? However it is, they fail me when I need them. One would think words will be there in time of trouble, when in a fix or just when confused, but alas! They leave you to your demise making you appear, silly, stupid or inept.

Life tosses some obstacles along your way and one is expected to count on experiences and learn lessons. Later that night, she could barely look at their faces as they had dinner. It was even worse w.

The plan is to put up old posts from the other space and then just take off from there.

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.

A time for every purpose under Heaven,. A time to be born, and a time to die,. A time to plant, and a time to pluck that which was planted. A time to tear, and a time to sew,. A time to keep silence, and a time to speak. The date was October 3rd 2003. That was all I remembered. Everything written from this point is as I was told.

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 would tell you a fearful tale as is traditional of this time but the night is cold, the jars of ale have run dry, I am taken with boredom and my mind wanders to memories of things bygone. Permit me then, to tell you a different kind of story, one based on both truth and legend and born of the evil that lives in the hearts of men. He was seized bodily, beaten violently and dragged to the .

Been a minute since I put up any kinda post on my blog. Holds on Friday the 27th of September, 2013 at the Grand Ballroom of the Lagos Oriental Hotel, Victoria Island. Please share with family, fr.

Stories that are truly false! Sections Of The Lounge. Good and Evil By Verb. When we touched down we immediately called Fony and explained what happened. Told him we would be getting to Calabar the next day instead.