Truths, Lies and ish with maybe Written in bold LETTERS

 I'm a girl
You just might be a guy
Yes not all birds fly....

A Cheater wil always deny till u bring a tale-teller nigh...
I hate it when i cry....
Cos it makes it makes me afraid to die...

Pain is Relative.

Thats y it is equated with the a four letter word used to cause so much of it....Y? because people fall in HOLES and call it Love....then they get up from them feeling like they've got prolonged "magun" Without a distributee to take it away.... KmT

God loves all...
Jesus Loves ME...yes MEEEE!
If u want Him to Love U too?
Be willng to DIE for HIM

Anxiety is there so we know we need to be on bended knees...if u dont believe me ask BEP...

Sanity doesnt exist...
Insanity is the botched up end of the futile quest to seem sane to the world...

nothing is static..nt even change....so neva waste time with people that expect you to stay the same for them...

Love does not come at first anything..i have my reasons for saying this people...and if you fall u will get up....albeit Shamefully...which is y the best way is to walk into it...y? if u walk out u can even take the Liberty to Waltz.....Take lessons...

If u test her and she fall ur hand it doesnt mean she is a tramp....u tested her remember???? This can be switched to favour dudes too cos yup...We do it too...
 
Ikebe no be money all the time....
She loves it when u sing to her....yeah u lot can change to suit u 2...

Not everything said on the pillow is heartfelt the exact way u WANT it to be....bt u see, when its said on the pillow....it gets misinterpreted...Not by him/her tho.....by U.

Angels Fly Away....Only heaven knows if they'll come another day....
If they do, live each day like its ur last...*airkiss*

Spice is sweet....*

too much is SOUR....*

JAGZ is Hot...*TANGENT*

Thinking of U takes me far over 10 seas like a boat with intergalactic capabilities...(pst....u over there....i no u aint wearing a dunce hat bt there are really 7 waters....so no new theories welcome puhleeez!)

Innocence is never gone unless u close ur eyes to ur spirit....it also doesnt exist if ur aim is to look the part they want you to play...

He is NOT going out with you cos u Hang girll please....

Being silent about it is just a way to say this ish is sweet meen bt m ge le dudu no K'ocho * figurative idoma...get a translator* or listen to Implication and get the negative + please... Or he is just quiet...bt th first is more likely...

I'm walking Away...*

Don't cry for me.....*




His misson is to present the gift without the curse....But it is a curse to chase/demand his cash....
*na love we go chop*-in the affirmative is meant to be the deal sometimes...

Shepe does not  mean home with u....if u no fess up u go fuel sum kain onome like that o! Ogogogoro mistress Toh'oni gbese oshi ni o....so hold ur cash


I am nothing...
Without You...
*RANDOM FACT*
Softish rock is soooooo sexy....*GUESS whats playing???*


SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


That'll never Stop basking in thots of U....
Jacked up the rest of this.....

But that is what makes this Mine...being every bit of urs....
Like i promised a certain day wld be

Besos *

Peephole to my soul

My  first Semi-erotic poem.....
I got some help for this....


How do you....

Make me proud
Keep me strong
Stay so close;
I need no clothes

Make me need you,
Start to crave you
Get depraved
But still seem brave.

Then my mind is in rivers,
My body quivers
Hormones Deliver
Nerves violently sliver
At the thought of you.

With the morning dew,
comes renewed thoughts of you
 As the day is new,
  Fresh fire Ensues.

The world makes me a recluse
But you make me break loose
Keep me warm thru the blues
I know u know
but i should still have said it
it's way overdue
But i will say i'm in love with you.....


E be like say water don pass garri
Haske na
mia na
Oche kum
Obi m
Gishiri na
Fitila na
Agbara mi
Nkem
Nwoke oma m
Dunia na

If i no yan this ish now na kpai be dat o
Lol
ok... fine... enuf....
back to this...

My world
My light
even in the dark, u turn my lights on....to effortlessly knock them off in a calculated breath...
You do more than sate me...u complete the circle
Like each Luna cycle...

And with each chuckle
u engulf my soul in ur bubble
knowing exactly when to say what
Unknowingly, u make me hot
chilling my spine in the same minuite
like a blanco shot
Might as well make you the boss

At the end of the day?
U make me happy
To finally  find myself
To love hard...To Fall like im flying
In the absence of Gravity

Even in the purity of a *gasp*

For an eternity....

Besos
<3

With thanx to md.M.M

The begining of the End

Just before dawn. Hilton  Le Meridien.  Wedding morning...The player always hangs his boots up for the right one. This has to be the one. The Reawakening was awesome...Yes, I know she called it such that it seemed like we had never touched heaven together with both our hands. *Shaking my head and smiling*But this was different...Since our first time, everything seemed to be happening so fast that I guess it was more of let’s make the family happy...Smile, you go and finish Law school, pick up the stuff we must do...I miss you baby...ciao---Absolutely no intimacy. At all. I know it hurt her but her love for me kept her stronger than she felt. You know the saying the spirit is willing...It was...And it was stronger than the excruciating pain she had to endure knowing that she could give anything to ensure that she was in my arms. But both our parents decided that we had to stay apart until she   finished; and when we were together it was to be in their presence except when we were invited out by our friends and even then we had a squeaky-clean image to protect. Until now, 12^th of July. The Sun fell upon the dome of the Central Mosque. The water glistened-Cl additives and all. Just as I greeted dawn, my phone rings. “Morning baby...It’s finally here. I’m overjoyed.”  We both let out a giggle. Let’s let the train in and get dressed. See you at 11am. I love you.

A little after dawn. Unlike most brides-to-be I Turned my room into a music Shack...All Choc City’s greatest hits, with a sprinkle of Weezy and damn I felt like I was a spruced sweet-riding mustang with Alloy Pirellis   was playing when I rang Femi to remind him that I was on his side.

A leopard never loses his spots but years, experience, responsibility and just the right person give reason to be tame...

A Wanger Ayu Victorian Style tube Wedding dress.  Silver F. Pinet flats with a matching Diamond-set Clutch. Bridal colours-Blue and Silver.

Dressed. I just sent everyone on their way. Since I do not believe that glancing at my love is bad luck, I left my Suite to catch a glimpse of my Knight in shining armour before the wedding. Was I asking for too much? Saw him leave for the church in Maitama. Then I asked myself if I was as ready as he was. I thought too soon. I saw Eno brandishing a pistol slyly as he walked past a few people on my floor. I hid behind a bodyguard of a guest at the hotel. I asked him who he worked for when I had felt relatively safer. He said Justice Tai Oyeyemi and that he had come to secretly(at least until now) protect me. I told him I was hiding-to which he said he knew and he had asked the plain clothed-police men to accost him and handle it. Yay...I think I would love to be in a family that have me covered. *Smile* I hugged him with joy and joined the others in the Limo.

Before the worst things happen we taste the best things...and the worst is that it isn’t always death that makes us cold...Sometimes we jump before we can truly Stand. And the excruciating pain numbs our Spirits.

For me.

Keeping Faith-I Stay

“And it’s like I don’t wanna do this anymore...*

Don’t wanna see me do what I used to...” And no...I don’t want to leave...*

I said a lot of things in my past...Some of which I either didn’t mean, or I didn’t quite get the gravity of.

Wednesday is pay day. Yay...  Femi’s not up yet...*Hiss. He ate the food, kissed my forehead and went to sleep. When I text this to Korede, he called back, laughed and said “baby girl I could trade places with you...a woman that would not demand some form of satisfaction from me would be a relief...I laughed and went “Kokolicious baby...No make Cecelia hear that one oh!” Cecelia was a girl from work that had caught what Rex called the “Koko bug”- the urge to throw herself at him for no apparent reason and for no cost to him whatsoever. We talked deep into the night...while I played Scapegoat by D’banj in the little paradise I made out of the pent-house. It was almost 3am. I was getting sleepy. I was wearing the silk Lingerie I had picked out earlier but as Femi was asleep; due to long hours and jet-lag, not even my desire to look into my baby’s eyes made me disturb his sleep. I feigned a yawn after a while and told Rex I thought it was time we went to sleep. He heard all I didn’t say...told me to change the track and turn it down...and the sleep would come...I smiled and told him he was an asset to me, said Nitey-nite and waited to hang up...

I stay- Eva was on replay at chamber volume...I was drifting off to sleep amidst a stream of tears and my hand undecidedly on my left thigh, stroking and pulling back; telling myself I was happy after all so why did I feel like something was missing... didn’t two years teach me that I was meant to be here?...Stroking felt better...Like it was done for me...*I began to cry some more---Angry, almost violent, question-filled tears. Then a whisper...”I’ll tell you everything and I’ll Stay too my love...I’ll make it aight trust me----”...moved to hold him...”Shhh...Let go of everything...the world, your thoughts, your fears everything. Let me only be able to hear your heartbeat...systole, diastole...I want you to answer every question in 10 seconds ... I...yes-yes –yes-you-never-always-with...all of me...forever ---- you know I’m ready-----*gasp*...*Static shock* #Oleku.

v  And that was the tale of the Awakening...Abaya lo style...*

Regret don't cut bread...

She hung up. She Thrashed my life. OK I admit, I want her back right now cos I now know what she stands to gain even if she left the silly daddy’s boy she calls husband-to-be. But I loved her...I worshipped her. I lived for her. I lost out on things for her sake, only to end up frustrating her out of a life I wanted to live with her forever.  I feel like such a fool. The last time I felt like she loved me was two years ago-but even then, she didn’t. She was in her second year in Uni. I had called her up at about 3am and she sounded hungry. For me. I told her I loved her and I took her through a routine I knew so well...It was in the middle of this routine that I heard her tell me she wasn’t in love with me but that that she loved me a lot. I got angry...but she was my angel; and I knew, or so I thought, that if I made her hit just as hard as I could make her in ten minutes, she’d love me more than just a lot. I was gravely mistaken. As she sighed in relief, I sensed a certain detachment-as in OK stupid I hit but I do not feel like you’re superman...*

I had always been extra protective over her as we were in different cities, countries, fields and different circles. But she, on the other hand was free with me, she let me ride. I went where I wanted, did as I pleased, runs’d a couple of gullible dupes-mostly ladies-notice I said ladies-comfortable overseas-based 30ish ladies. Yeah Yve wanted to kill me when she found out...but other than the day job, a dude’s gotta hustle...#MustNeverDullit! But one night, I made her flip. She was at SWE with someone I found out was a contact of hers...Official stuff, no side orders...I was with the boys for the night. She had said she wasn’t gonna be coming over to the house that night, for official reasons...She worked with an entertainment company on the side...Links with the top guys apparently...anyhow, she had kept it from me. The guys were telling me about my girl being at the bar that night with some heavyweights. I looked Stunned. They were like “Guy. She no yan u sey na here she go be tonight? That one na tori o. She dey tanda inside VIP with some publicist dude like that... Korede O. abi wetin dem dey call am. I promptly walked to the VIP area, called her Cell and asked her where she was. She was heading outside to answer the call. The dude thought to follow her just for the safety of it apparently, but I was a fool in Love. I Slapped her just as she got out and had simultaneously said she was at an official outing. She Screamed! “You useless bastard! You chop Whisky bottle abi? Useless Retard! I’m here to promote a record and you come here to cause a useless scene you sentimental nincompoop! It’s Tito’s record-The Journey’s First date of its 14 day launch and you come here to ruin it! Consider the rest of your life absolutely Ruined! And yes,  It’s ruined...I begged her, I cried...I bought 2000 flowers with *Hustle Cash* I took her out. I hastily got engaged thinking She would Smile @ me after that...But no...I lose.

#LoveisForMagas

-Eno

The sting of venom

The thing about pictures is; they make a moment last a lifetime...but lifelessly.

That’s why beauty is like a picture...fading seems as certain as the glorious moon for the scorching sun that births a new day.

In life we search for a brighter day...

When we can find it by looking the other way...

So I said yes. Finished Irish Law at the Kings’ Inn. I’m in Abuja. Nigerian Law School. Prepping to become the senior associate partner at Tai Oyeyemi & sons. Daddy Tai Tai had a son. Femi. He had prayed for many sons when he started the firm but The Lord gave him one seed that he loved with all his heart at the beginning of his old age and at the Zenith of his fame as a Legal practitioner. He had inculcated Femi with a love for the Law which grew to surpass his as he advanced in years. Daddy had just given us the firm as an engagement present. “So Law School would be fun”, I thought as the chauffeur drove into Asokoro. He also gave us seven properties in my maiden name, for legal reasons, in places he knew we would love- two in Lagos, one in Abuja, which was my destination. One in Kaduna, One in Asaba, and two in Oyo. I had agreed to a name change ahead of the wedding to aid me take up the place assigned to me as I was now a fresh but seasoned lawyer as my transcripts had read. 

Femi was to come over in 12 hours. That meant I had to cook for him ahead of time. I had been accustomed to living on pasta, rice, Indomie noodles and peppered snail for the last 3 months through the final part of Law school....switching to just noodles for the dress I had bought to wear to see Daddy Tai Tai to have a certain fit and it had worked, but after that I had feared the kitchen as I had become hungry for some food and even my snails didn’t quite fill the void of crash diets even one that means to can eat 10 snails for dinner.

Just as I had taken the soko leaves from Abass, and proceeded to wash and slice them, my phone rang...I answered with caution as the number was hidden but it had been calling  for the best part of the day...Yve...

Only one person called me that...”Eno---“I sheepishly replied.

“I’ve been mute for so long...”began. “Do NOT think it’s because I intend letting you go without a fight.” Where did you meet this guy and what made you keep your relationship secret until I was ready to spend the rest of my life with you ruthless b****??! 0-0?

                                                                                                

Like only Heaven knows what, I retorted with Holy and dare I say it, justified anger”...if you were so keen on keeping me you would have at least paid attention to something other than your useless ego instead of picking useless fights and making me detest you with the exact same passion with which you  claim to have loved me. Now that you have lost me why can’t you do us both a favour and take a hike?!?  “Easy for you to say, you are the one who’s now Membu-Oyeyemi, joint-heiress of the largest Law firm on the Continent.  Why would you want me to claim back what was always mine?  You Scheming Temptress. I had just about had it... I was meant to be cooking for my heartthrob not talking to this Imbecile. OK. One year after my engagement to Femi and he deems it fit to appear in my life claiming some shitty rubbish about love??! 1 year Kwanu. Eziokwu  k’o di. #EdonDeyMadt. “pssst  Shurrrrrrip--- I replied in the same way any butter chic that is provoked would...(fonÉ don Kasala be dat) you foolish fellow.  Ole Buruku Oshisco Oshi. Love for what? ME? Or the money I seem to now have to my name? No come here use yahoo sense onTop my head o! I badt pass that mehn. #IDonDIDiT”! *Click* Call Ends. Supper Ready. Now to pick out that Silk Lingerie I know he likes.... #KiittyCaT Stuff... #LoveSTONED

For MR me...*