Valentine Special: A Letter to You My Crush

I'm looking for her.
Is that her in the BRT -line?
With the bangles and high heels
Used to trek to gate now she take cabs
I don't want her 'cause she may post me
But I heard she just broke up
Her old guy, dulled up He drank too many seven-up
What type of drink you want girl?
I'm VODKA  forever

Happy Birthday Taiwo and Kehinde + Valentine Wishes to Readers

It is still surprising to realize that its already a year since I received that phone call to inform me of the birth of these two amazing little children. I remember quite clearly I was with bae (now ex) and I had this really stunned look on my face when I was told the twins had arrived. I was ecstatic with joy and out of habit I recall whooping for joy in public.

The Midnight Visitor

The persistent soft knock on the window brought me out of dreamland. My foggy brain took a minute longer than normal to register that the sound that woke me was the knock on the window. I yawned and stretched on the bed lazily before the soft knock came again. My head jerked instinctively to the direction of the noise and a frown marred by face as I pondered what could be making the noise. A quick look at my bedside clock read 1:47 a.m. Alarmed I jumped off from bed as my thoughts flew to a possible burglary. The knock came again, this time a bit harder and forceful and I tiptoed to the window and heard the soft hissing sound of Kasali’s voice came.

Love, Sex and Money

Love, don’t we all seek it? Sex, don’t we all crave it? Money, don’t we all want it? Everybody wants something, they got to have something but it all depends on what you are seeking for. Are you in a relationship for the love, the sex or the money? The trio of love, sex and money are three essential ingredients needed to make a relationship work because when one is missing, then you can expect nothing but doom for such a relationship.

All Shades of Blue

I am all shades of blue and 
I ain’t even cold
Watching this heart wrenching events unfold
Tell me why I am so emotional
Losing hope and all my sense of control 
All I can feel is how it burns

A Secret Passion

I stood at the back of the hall
She saw me not
The clock ticked rapidly towards my fall
She moved further into his embrace – all is lost
The forgotten lover’s cry none heard
The lot of them knew not of my grief – dead
The priest’s pronouncement my final judgment
Husband and wife as they were meant