Mind On A Very Long Leash. Over the past 3 years, I have been on a journey to get the ideal body. I lost 25kg dropping to 62kg but I felt I was too skinny. I started putting on weight again and got introduced to weights. I decided to do only weights without cardio and that again was not satisfactory. I built muscle but I was still largely bigger than I wanted to be.

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.

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.

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.

I got lost people, i fucking got lost. I mean, i could die right now and how would they bury me? With unruly vag hair? I mean sharp enou.

I recently started writing on The Sauvage.

Some funny shit talmbout that Nigga Trey.

of Life, Love, Desire, Death, Destiny, Despair, Dreams and all my other friends. Monday, 30 May 2011. Sunday, 8 May 2011. I beg your pardon in advance so forgive me; this will be a bit of a nerdy post. Please read to the end, I promise it will be worth your while.

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