CIMDHOG

“Ok, there she is. I have to tell her now…it is now or never” I said to myself as I prepare for “the speech” and my face for the brightest fake smile I have ever come up with. She drew nearer and I flashed my bright smile and raised my hand in a wave. “Hi, Funmi” “Hello Grace”, she replied I drew in my breathe as I attempted to reveal a vital information of myself to this acquaintance (almost a friend) of mine that I have walked past and greeted every day for the past two years. “Well….” I started “How are you doing?” she asked “Am fine” I replied and decided to go back to my plans. “ermm….” “Okay, have a lovely day. See you bye” “Okay bye” I replied as I watched as she glides off and continue on her way while I stand there disappointed and depressed. I cannot continue like this, living someone else’s life (with the worst part being that I don’t even know whose life I am living). The truth had nudged constantly for the past two years, pestering me to come out of my shell of

I dreamt of you last night. You wore two of the outfits that you know I love so much and you look breathe-taking in them.  Your smile was radiant and full of life. I was caught up in the joy and love that filled the atmosphere from your presence, one glance at your face and I could not help but to also smile. You drew near, my heart skipped a couple of beats; I smiled nervously and you responded with a brighter smile, then suddenly I felt your hands on me, the warmth spread through my body, assuring me of your love and faithfulness. The warmth continued to grow exponentially inside me. It grew from a measly glow to a full raging fire of passion and love. I leaned in closer to you craving for a tighter grip, but slowly you began to fade away with the cold passing wind. I coiled up my body to shield it from the blast of cold wind that seem to be directed at me, only to open my eyes and realize that I was in my room, on my bed with the fan blowing the cold wind of the wee hours of

What do you do when you are faced with your worst fear? A lot of people would say things such as; for you to overcome your fear you have to fight it; you have to build up your confidence level, face your fear and fight it head on. I wish I was like these type of people, in fact, I thought I was one of them. I had gone through several series of confidence boosting lessons and learnt different tactics of fighting my fear. So, I was prepared. What I have come to realize that in life is that the real deal or situation is not always what you have practiced all along or how you have always imagined it to be, a great deal of difference exist between practice sessions  and the real deal. It takes a whole new level of confidence and bravery to fight the real deal or situation head on with the materials and lessons that you have practiced with. Just the other day, I was faced with one of my worst fears, I knew I should have cranked up my confidence and bravery, I knew I should have stayed

“Please help me, I have not felt this ill in my life. My body feels like it is on fire, my head won’t stop banging; my throat feels like I have been in the desert for a year and my bones feel like they are made of jelly. ”I said “Me too. I think am also falling sick because I have not been able to eat a proper meal since morning.” she said while shoving a plateful of spaghetti into her mouth. “You know, instead of showing your lack of humanity and conscience by exhibiting your crave for the spotlight, making sure that everything is about you. Instead of throwing tantrums when things do not go the way that you said it should. Instead of being selfish and wrapped up in your world acting like you are the only one on the face of the planet that actually have feelings. You know Instead of showing all these selfish acts, it would be a thing of joy to act hospitable and more of a true friend once in a while. Show a little love, care a little more, respect my feelings a little more and be

As she stepped into the room, she had the feeling that was no longer a stranger to her; she could feel the lust oozing out of the men all around, at the same time she could feel the jealousy, disgust and hatred oozing out of the wives and girlfriends. Their reaction was of no surprise to her because this time, she came with her game level to maximum. She was one that cannot be merely described as beautiful because her beauty surpasses all levels of beauty. She stood there at the doorway, wearing a red short gown that emphasizes her curves; her breasts were big, round and gravity defying. Her lips were sensual, full and red as blood. Her fair skin was smooth and spotless. It glowed as though she had never been a victim of the wrath of the sun. She stood there at the door for a few minutes scanning the room for most eligible prey, and for the umpteenth time she went through her criteria once again in her head. She smiled as she came to notice that the gathering was full of potentials

I made a boo-boo. In simple statement, I committed a serious crime, I tried shrugging it off dismissing the thought of any consequence of my action, but my conscience keeps nudging and judging me. It’s been almost a week but still my mind is not at peace. Ok, let me break it down to you. I was “jeje-ly” (gently) on my own way to my destination. I innocently boarded a public transit heading to the said destination; the ride was going smoothly until when our transit hit a road bump. i was flung forward head first and before I knew what was going on, my face landed on the back of the man sitting right in front of me. I lifted my face and all I could see was the print of my purple lipstick on the back of his shirt. Immediately my breathe was seized, I was speechless. My heart was pounding and i started pondering on what my next line of action. I raised my hand in an attempt to try to wipe it off then I realize how much of a bigger mess it would make and how awkward it would turn out