Sunday, 24 September 2017

The Married Love of my Life

Yesterday, at exactly 8:15 she called me; interrupting my night beauty cleanse routine. Our names were not necessary to divulge, no need for niceties or the display of manners. We were partners of the same man, almost best friends in our combined knowledge of you. I had been expecting this call for three years.

Sunday, 17 September 2017

Sweet Dreams

Three months sober and counting. 

I have dreams of you. Where you haunt me in the most delicious ways possible, I wake up parched, sweaty and needy. For every single one of these dreams I experience withdrawal symptoms, my day wasted from the activities of sleep that put me in a philosophical haze. 

Friday, 19 May 2017


At home with my mother in the kitchen on a lovely afternoon preparing to bake a bread, after adding all the ingredients she said to me "Ify, this little yeast is important in baking a bread because it causes the bread to rise.
It is no wonder JESUS used it in a parable in Matthew 13:33(NLT)
Jesus also used this illustration: "The kingdom of God is like yeast a woman used in making bread. Even though she put only a little yeast in three measures of flour, it permeated every part of the dough",
The little yeast expresses the important of a person in the society or in the world and the impact that person has caused and what the person will be remembered for in the years to come.

Thursday, 4 May 2017

I Killed Me

If they should ask I died of suicide. Make sure it is what you tell them when you call my parents and when people come for the funeral. Don't make a fuss; just say it as plainly and as blandly as it tastes in your mouth.
"She killed herself."

Thursday, 20 April 2017

Job Hunting is a Job

I’d rather be just tired and not tired and bored, exhausted from the activity of nothing. And I used to think the saying, "busy doing nothing" was just that, a saying. My days are swallowed by the whale of idleness and in this large sea of whales I recognize a thousand like me, I would say hello but my lips are too tired from saying nothing. Social media is our meeting point, Twitter with her gist; thank you Sub Delivery Man, SJWs stop making our playground a melting pot of ticking bombs. Snapchat with her stories.

Thursday, 13 April 2017

Dreams are not Battlefields

So you think you love him,
He makes you tingle in all the right places
And he springs you up from your abysses.
He is all the clich├ęs that comes with the feeling of love,
Sweeping you in a whirlwind of fantasies may come true.

Sunday, 26 February 2017