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You tortured me for nights, unending. You ruined my days, unending. The very moments I placed my head on the pillow to sleep, you began your unending cries. Who was haunting you, I never knew. Who or what were you crying for? I never knew. All I remember is your cry at 3 am sounding loud in the compound. All I remember is my anguish and pain, being unable to sleep after long hours, coming home from work, only to work more and meet deadlines.
They said that you cried, because you had to, I never bought that. Because of you, I fantasised about murder, in anger. I knew I had to be swift. I had to calculate every move.
First on the list. Knives. I knew I needed sharper ones. My knives were barely capable of slicing onions well. I needed sharper ones to slit a throat.
Second on the list. Nothing.
Actually, all I needed to rid my nights of sleeplessness was a knife or two. Sharp enough to kill.

So here we are. Angie. My neighbour's beloved. Helpless you are. Lifeless soon to be. I …
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You know you've been through this before. You know searching for comfort, a place to relieve yourself should take time, so you can fully 'rest' when you find that place. You know you should look for a good spot and not just some random 'place' without privacy.
You know all these, but you're running out of time. Your patience is thinning and your mind is running wild. You run to a place for comfort, it's not secure. Then to another place, not secure. Then ahead, and ahead, till you finally find somewhere you can be you. You look out for signs of danger, you see none. It's been a long time of binge eating on junk and now it's time to let it all out. 
You pull your trousers down and release the big lump of shit into the Bush. You let out an orgasmic 'ahhhhhhh' and your waist thunders in relief.
Some people find love in hopeless places, like friend zoned besties but people like us that eat everything we see? We find love in the nearest toilet (…


Location: Musa Slaughter, Agbor, Delta State.
Woman 1: How much last? (flips meat over)
Seller: cow head cost well well. Just buy ordinary meat, take this one for 5000.

(A conversation between a meat seller and a buyer. Beef is one of the most common meat types in Nigeria. Maybe not expensive when it is cut up in chunks but believe me, it is worth a lot, whole)

So how did we get here? The food chain places humans above cows. We eat the cows, we shit them. Our shit sometimes finds it way to the bushes, the grasses, the vegetation, and another cow eats the grass. They eat nothing special, nothing extra spiced and prepared with love, we do. So how did we get here? A whole cow costs about 60,000 to 150,000 naira depending on size. How much am I worth? If I was placed on a table, for sale, how much would you buy me?
Probably for nothing! Because that is what the human life is worth in Nigeria, in Plateau at least. Plateau state is at war, a war it never consented to.
Do you know why heart…

this is how you heal

This is how you heal, .....    you drink, the froth, ... inhale, the confusion
This is how I healed, When my lover ...... Left me ... I drank, the froth, the dregs, the flies and their wings.
I drunked on a debt Of happiness.

This is how you heal when your lover leaves you,
... You never 
Especially when you loved them and they tissued you, When the flame was low. 

Dear John

He'd come home every night and sneak into his room, snoring within a minute. He'd stay away all day, abandoning work, the home, me. On some days, he'd eat the food packed for him, on other days, he'd be too filled with 'her', to eat my food.

I'd often wonder where I  went wrong. Was I not a good cook? Did I do something that pushed him away? Was I a bad friend? Questions that formed bridges to nothingness. Questions that led me to misery.

Maybe two months was too short a time. Maybe I should have waited a little longer before deciding to bring him home to live with me, but I was hooked at the moment and he was too. Then slowly, John began to drift away. He slowly began to develop a friendship with Betty, which I didn't mind. I had never been the jealous type until a few minutes with her began to turn into hours, and then days.

Am I being unnecessarily jealous? I know that male dogs are known to wander a lot, but I never knew John would make a habit of …


Bar nights, make the table happy,
Drinks on me! 
Clown a little, clown more
Make the table happy.

Even clowns need love too.

1:27 AM, Clown needs love tonight.

The easiest thing for a sad man,
Is to evoke happiness
Not for himself, for humanity.

Even clowns need love too.
The laughter swims away,
The darkness remains, the pain
        .,. ... The responsibility of another day

                      To curing others of the illness
That will kill you tomorrow.

Clowns need love too.


Monday morning, office set. I strut majestically to the bus stop. I can sense it, it will be a wonderful week. I am on time unlike my usual self, my heels are super comfortable and my mirror gave me wonderful news this morning. My bumbum looked two times bigger and I was super glad. Now, nothing could bring me down! As I kept walking, I was the center of attraction, people kept looking at my behind and I was glad that I did those squat exercises regularly.
7:32 and I am at work. I walk in effortlessly happy and flip my hair to announce my arrival. Everyone looks at my backside as I walk by and I am elated. Some people laugh, bad belle people, but I am unbothered. As I get ready to settle on my table, Anita drags me to the side.
"Girl, you're stained," she says.
I gasp and do a quick visual recap. People had been looking at me, shaking my nonexistent big backside because it was stained! I quickly run to the ladies room to get a glimpse of the stain.

Extra embarrassin…