Kojoni

This morning, I woke up to a multitude of mosquitoes deployed from my closet containing a number of toiletries and my fake Louis Vuitton tuxedo hanging unworn for days. I arose from a nightmare which scared the living daylight outta me, but left an indelible imprint on my mind. It seemed like a partially-constructed highway which still had some meters to completion. As usual, overloaded heavy-duty trucks from opposite directions plied the uncompleted route with blistering speeds taking zero heed to road-signs and ramps. A middle-aged lady attempting to cross slipped whilst doing so and one oncoming truck in an immediate effort to avert a crushing impact on her deviated into the opposing lane. The drunk driver's attempt to avoid destiny rather forced her arms wipe open. To make a long story short, there was an accident resulting form a head-on collision with two fatalities and two casualties: drivers of both gone with their mates' left behind. Amid the pandemonium, bysta

A portion of me dies every hour Every hour when distance slowly quenches our love. Our love fresh from an heavenly bakery's flour Flour alloyed with colours of a dirty dove. Take our special times into account, and please return to your long lost honeycomb. Mileage  might have sold us out without discount, but there's nothing as priceless as love close-to-home. Without you I’m dead and dark as emery, Touch me please and give me breath anew. Your smiles and smirks tickle my faint memory, when picnics were private beneath the marshy milieu.

How many fairer ones really want to flap feathery wings and fly beyond the distant cirrus? It seems too clear, even visible enough for the blind bats in the Grand Canyon, when human beings can easily decide to assume that certain kinds of sapiens are without little stain or blemish. This might be entirely based on this premise - when that boisterous bro or the cleavage carrying sort performs a supposed act of kindness, either in support of your broke ass or some poor old lady laden in white linen struggling to make her way home, angelic status duly becomes their proclivity. Such impressions are usually laid out in statements like, "She is the best thing that ever happened to me". How many times we have fallen prey to age-old trick of deception remains a very large number, probably even bigger than infinity itself. I mean if cartoons are supposed to entertain toddlers unaware of the callous world they currently inhabit, then why do they seem scared when they have nigh

1. She thinks about you everyday: in addition to the many guys cramming up her inbox. To pride herself in the tons of proposals, accrued due to her bedazzling beauty or specious humility, every lady scrolls through her messages especially when she has nothing else to do. 2. You are not the one, at least not yet. Every girl yearns for a gentleman with specific qualities and different guys from diverse backgrounds seem to have bits-and-pieces of her character wishlist. As such, it becomes more than an arduous task to pick-and-choose Mr. Right from a group of Mr. Partially Rights. 3. Don't think you are special: just because you've shared her bed before. Guys might presumptuously think there's something symbolic about their sharing an item of exclusivity or close. You could be deceiving yourself by giving her the inamorata tag. The truth is, in this modern society, personal space has shrunk gradually and personal property is towing similar lines. Even the chasm between

There should be reasons why people envisage the romantic atmosphere that encapsulates V - day. Well, you heard me! And "vee" seems to echo the theme song for strong gentlemen meticulously mining some very natural, but hardly endangered resource down under - which has absolutely nothing to do with St. Valentine (prayerfully solemn with a glowing halo above my head ). On a more serious note, the electronic media have been at the forefront of humongous blah-blah been made about condoms and chocolate - and the notion that the two make an impregnable duo in sending out that heartfelt message of love. Total overkill! Well, this cliche of an idea has driven other central necessities of affection into oblivion. Trust, compromise, and the God-factor have been sidelined to make way for chariots loaded with boxes of chocolate. Cadbury might be working overtime in making the arduous attempt of meeting the overflowing demand, with both eligible and ineligible bachelors ha