This process we call growth occurs in many forms like the moment you realize you can no longer slide your head through a railing, the day you discover that your favorite pair of shoe is a size too small, the realization that choosing chocolate over money is dumb and the ‘no shitting’ moment when you conclude that babies aren’t always cute and your father is a despicable scumbag. Continue reading
Reading is an old hobby she had abandoned even though she still prides herself with the knowledge of literary writers like George Elliot, Mark Twain, Stephen King and a few others. She loves the way she silences her audience whenever she shares her extensive knowledge gotten from these books. They listen with hidden envy at how she lets their names, titles, and quotations roll out of her mouth with ease as though she were explaining the simple act of making moi-moi. Indeed, reading is a past hobby she loved but that’s all it is to her now, the past. Continue reading
This is one of those write ups which are inspired by good music. I guess we all know the popular Eddie Quansa song. It’s an old 70s song that was featured in the popular Masquarde’s show our Parents used to watch that had Grengory, Zebrudayyah et al in it. If you don’t remember the name, that’s okay because I assume many people won’t until they hear the tune… Here’s a link to the song:
Well, my love for high life linked me back to this song and I started to wonder if anyone had ever questioned who this Eddie Quansa is? Here’s my story. Enjoy!!
I peeled my blouse from my now sticky back and proceeded to fan myself harder as I nodded to the music blaring from the radio. It was a tiny radio I had taken from Uncle Gozie’s abandoned room and Continue reading
Today’s post is inspired by a song, A practical Arrangement by Sting. I advise you listen to it before reading this story. Here’s a link to download it from http://mp3juices.to/mp3/sting-practical-arrangement
I used Italics to emphasize phrases gotten from the song.
Have a good read.
“It’s beautiful,” the lady in green said, gently caressing the rock which laid on the table still carefully placed in its box as she let her eyes study it.
“I know”, the man in a dark suit and boyish face responded. His voice didn’t match his appearance, as a matter of fact, nothing about him matched his looks. His ex-girlfriend was always quick to tell him that if the devil had a face, it would be his because of his cunning ways. Though he must say, that boyish look had saved him several times but this time was different. Continue reading
Fear no more the frown of the great,
Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke
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As a child, Felicia feared rodents; their ability to creep in without being noticed and destroy. It was the reason she covered her toes every night for fear that they may come and chew it out. As a teenager, she feared her stepfather; of all suitors who met her mother, it had to be Patrick she agreed to marry. Like that wasn’t enough torture for her, she died a year after the marriage leaving 14 year old Felicia with a drunk Barney who saw pleasure in tears and attributed sorrowful pleas to sweet music. Now as an adult, her fear wasn’t Rodents or Patrick but Cole. Her supposed husband. A final blow from Patrick. Continue reading
Lisa was her name. She sat two rows ahead of me in Philosophy class. With her back against the wall, she provided only half of her stunning looks for me to drool, admire and envy. Smooth skinned, pointed nose, long hair, and gorgeous body. She was indeed a beauty but what amused me was why such a pretty girl never seemed to have friends. The girls envied her and always had the corner of their eyes trained on her so her tongue doesn’t go wandering in their boyfriend’s mouth. Continue reading