Kojoni

DAY II Aku: Kobbie! Kobbie! Please don’t leave! How would we survive without you? Please don’t walk away. I’ve given you my heart and soul. Now you throw me to the dogs? Wait...Wait [grabbing my arm]. I thought you said only time and death could set us apart. What changed Kobbie? What changed? [drenching my shirt with her tears]. You could say I was dumb-founded and confused. But that would not be enough to capture the chills that shook me. I loved her once before. It’s just not the same anymore. My affection had waxed colder than the coldest iceberg, frozen beyond Fahrenheit lows. My words left without notice. If speech were truly silver and silence golden, I’d have riches worth the price of immortality in that moment. Kobbie:  Let me go! [releasing her grip]. It’s over. And please get rid of that baby! I’m not even sure I’m responsible. One of those vagabond boys must have done this, isn’t it? You better visit Mallam Yusif’s shrine. He must have something for t...

DAY I As i listen to some rollicking blues from my phone, I twitch my eyes intermittently. The sudden opening and closing of my eyes’ shutter quickly changes from one scene to another within seconds. I do so not because I’m syndrome-struck.  But because I keep seeing images from the past and each twitch clears my eyes, certainly not my mind. I’m not playing ostrich with what happened years ago between Aku and myself. This is me trying to escape my life’s issues by seeking some brief state of emotional respite within. I won’t lie. I loved her very much. You could call her my teenage sweetheart and rant on about how young and “foolish” i was. I would disagree.  I mean, you would too if you were standing in my polished Gucci shoes. I adored her. She sounded smart and more matured than her friends when she spoke.  Her silhouette in the dark when she squat, was a sight to behold. I remember clearly like the first time we kissed; and its consequence...

"Amber, could you please ask about the interview? I'm suffering here. Thanks okay! Bye!" My head is about to explode after listening to someone's lecture on hard work and extra hours at work. I really want to live in comfort, but it clearly comes at a price. And I must determine how much I'm willing to pay. The above text message I sent to my cousin in Belgium who works in a fabric factory would hopefully bring back some glimmer of hope. But until then let me pour my self out.... There's still some silence amidst the noise at work. That annoying reluctance of refusing to keep quite. Talk after talk, time after time, it seems the same chatter rumbles among the banter. I'm known to be loud but not audible enough. But I guess not having enough greens and browns must make me louder than normal. They say I must give up my sleep and work on weekends. Well... sleeping isn't the issue, though I must say it comes up somewhere in-between the eight-to-fi...

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...