Author: obidi

This is an honest man, a straight shooter who speaks his mind. Inspiring and spontaneous he can sometimes be seen as too aggressive or impatient by those who prefer a more subtle approach to life. Tobi walked into Blaqjoker’s room and plugged in the AUX to Prettyboydo’s Wildfire EP. We had listened to it a… Continue reading Discovering WANI

why do you sleep with your hands on your thigh
A little here a little there, take some cough syrup for the hiccup

I used to be proud of my breasts, now I hate it. I hate a lot of things; let me live through. I’m too young for what I am facing, I will take a picture of myself naked when I turn 22. Say a prayer for me or two. It is hard being a girl; I want to just be Human.

we all are butterflies

I met a guy I liked, let’s kiss I asked, I have been made church president he bragged. Too many religions down my path. I want to be a butterfly, I just want to perch and fly.

A lady stopped talking to me cos’ she thought I was bi-curious, I actually am, but I have never gone that far to suck a girl, the most I have done is kiss, not even suck a boob

maybe death is a passage to a life we can’t see

Next Saturday was his wedding! Keep me in the dark, save me from unknown pains, we were never meant to be.
I am done with free fucks, reborn maybe or a different way of fucking freely: holding me.

I met Tombra at an outlet cafe. Let’s go to a nearby pizza hut, “I swear you will like it”. The shorts I wore was an old Jean that was ripped at one end, In Nigeria, they are male tailors who move with the head of a sewing machine, hitting a metallic scissors indicating their presence with every hit, they mend torn clothes, I had torn worn out Jean, I needed them.

I watch my mother scream and nag at me for disobeying a rule she so long protected, rules are regulations, law or maybe guidelines. A regulating principle, something that keeps you in order.