NUDITY, FOOD AND THINGS THAT CAUSE HATE. Sister Simi, sorry o , the owner of the slightly maniacal laughter said as she pinched her accomplice who walked back to the living room of my two-bedroom flat, holding his pinched arm. I could swear that I saw a tingle of accomplishment in her eyes and I looked at her in disbelief. How are you now? In that moment.

My Sanity is in the passenger seat. Tunde stood up from his bed and walked towards the door of his room. The rumbles of the sky accompanied by flashes of lightning was getting intense with each passing moment. He picked up the bucket by the door of the room in anticipation of collecting water from the impending rainfall. The door creaked gently as it opened and he placed the empty bucket underneath the end of the roof. On March 9, 2017 in Short Story. Where was she going? Seun tried t.

Ekoñ Ñke Random musings of a hyper active mind. these words are my own,and are not intended to maliciously slander anyone. Random musings of a hyper active mind. these words are my own,and are not intended to maliciously slander anyone.

Rambling thoughts of a Restless Spirit. Let it take us where it may,. Replaced with a nervous excitement of come-what-mays,. The fights, the laughs, the moments that take our breath away.

It was the first thing she did in the morning and the last thing she did at night. She sat on her bed, very close to the window; a pink and blue scarf tied to her head and prayed. She nodded a lot while she prayed. There would be no tears. He gave you the name because you were always crying like an. Emere to tobi, bawo lo se ma n travel? Since .

I am sadness and happiness. The bitter wine that leaves a sweet after taste in ur mouth. I am day and night. I am black and white. The divide between truth and lie. I am right and wrong. I am highs and lows. I am simple yet complicated. The predicted end wrought through unimaginable happenings.

What are they called now? Twist and curls instructors? Well, whatever it is, this post is a giant FUCK YOU to every hairdresser in the universe. Please, hairdressers, if I say a shoulder length.

Buzzing all around you,. Of mothers you saved but still had to die. With those children still inside them. No, the sun, for heaven does know loss. Gloomier than darkness when you ceased to shine. You stopped counting at 22. And when you rose,. Puss and blood trickling your thighs. You showed us how to be strong.

And for the tenth time, she pulled her upturned nose out of her vibrant looking novel to spare me a glance. I sat down, my sheepish smile still stuck on my face. With a heavy sigh, she made to go back to her book but she was way too curious to let it go.

You have to want to succeed as much as you want to breathe - Eric Thomas.