Category: Musings

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.

When I left my house on Sunday I swear to whatever you believe in that I never had sex in mind. I just wanted to have my body touched. I wanted to get love or appreciation, maybe something to last a month or two, I took a book as a gift, maybe he will kiss me even more.

I met him at a friend’s party and we danced. Some weeks later I saw him at a suya spot, he paid for my meat. On Sunday he was sitting close to me in church, was he following me I pondered. He was tall, taller than boys his age, he was dark and kept a… Continue reading No Gentle Lover