Category: Musings

I’m mushy like I’m in love My pastor speaks in tongues A baby in red screams Put down your leg on the foundation of christ I read my erotic books in church My stomach bulged right before reuniting with a guy after two years— let me pay your dowry You are in a hurry I… Continue reading I am mushy like I am in love

Receipt and agony Give me sugar sex and balconies I need filters of war and a car wash Red oil is sweet when you use it A haircut is bad when you let it You bought a cat and named it Tasty She nibbled your breast and you felt it Masturbate before the cat Let… Continue reading Scissors

Earrings lie naked close to a blue cup Vaseline and coconut oil, one for my hand, the other for my hair. The end of a tunnel is darkness or a baby Hugs are healthy, try a cigarette instead If I sleep now, death will pass, for the time is ripe and the knife is sharp.… Continue reading ONE THIRTY

I. Wires and bibles, boxes and scribbles There is a man waiting for me at the door, he says he likes me. II. I’m pondering about the sex market and why I can’t break in, I’m such a nice fellow— I just need a little finishing and coaching. of truth dear, the smell of inexperience.… Continue reading Mysterious being

On my way to work, I looked at the mountains, I love to sit by the window and look at structures, buildings, trees, and landscapes, today, I wasn’t sitting by the window, I only had access to the mountains through the glass in front of me, I was fascinated by fogs, do they fall on… Continue reading WEED AND TALKS

You should learn to live your every day as if you don’t have enemies, but be aware every day that you are constantly living with and around your enemies. It’s pathetic in a way that is sad that people you hold in high esteem will kill you faster, my office has confirmed this analogy, people… Continue reading Smoke a Blunt

It is not the end of the world obidi, the administrative staff told me as she handed me my sack letter, I want to know why I am being sacked. The reasons are in the letter, I quickly opened the letter and checked, and the only reason I saw was that I couldn’t meet up… Continue reading Sweet girl

Make a wish when you see a star, break the glass when you see a scar, for it is easy to leave, and hard to love a specific part of your body. If I die now, it is that I was always myself, never loved a man, or had my heart broken. I am incapable… Continue reading Easy

Sunny afternoon and the dry leaves were falling down lightly as harmattan approached slowly; I saw a black figure standing under a Neem tree; I wanted to trace my department but couldn’t; as a fresher and looking not northern, I was lost, confused, and thirsty. I met her standing with contact lenses, tall bold, confident,… Continue reading Friendship.

It’s pathetic to see that African parents shape children like themselves, I will like to call it modern slavery. It was Fela that said “anything wey concern nyansh dey sweet” but it wasn’t sweet when I got sacked and had to get another job, I roamed the streets of Abuja with my resume, submitted my… Continue reading Spoon fed.