He does not know I like his moustache and how it’s not too bushy,I love his eyes, how they are big and small at the sa

me time and they become thin when he smiles or laugh.When he smiles,when he smiles I secretly fall in love with him.I love the way his teeth shows and how his face wrinkles at the side of his eyes when he is laughing,But I can’t remember how he sounds. I can’t remember his voice.

   I love the way he walks,how he commands respect and his arms and the muscles,and I love him wearing tantops.His Hair,because of the way it felt when I touched it.His lips,Goodness!! But I can’t remember how it tastes.

 But he showed me and later I would wonder and ponder on how many girls has seen that too.I read about it,but I still don’t know.I can’t remember what I said when he told me that,later I would sit and try to remember ,but I won’t. But I promised him.

  I can’t remember my words but now I want to remember, Am playing the scenario in my head,but I can only remember going back to him, our legs entangled in each other,how so many questions ran through my mind,Questions I haven’t found answers to. But I can remember his smile and how he tried to dance,so I grew to love the song because of him and later,I danced to it in my room.


But I don’t know what to feel,I want him and I don’t, I felt dirty and cheap when he made that sentence ,he couldn’t see the tears gathering and me blinking to fight it back.so I wrapped in him,warm,I moved closer,maybe it would burn the guilt and dissolve my iced heart.

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  1. “My hair doesn’t define me”

 Yesterday,I was having serious cramps,I was sweating profusely, my kinky hair was not helping matters, before now,I was getting bored of my hair,I made a wool hair and the pain I went through ehn,I wanted to take a scissors and cut the wool with my hair instantly but the hair is expensive ,I can not come and waste money .

  1. So hormones set in and with anger,I took a small black scissors, I didn’t even care about starting and cutting neatly,I kept cutting from the scalp,then I remembered the drink lying on the table, I drank it like I was in a drinking competition.I kept cutting and I was loving it.it was fun,I laughed and kept cutting till my kinky lied on the floor,dead.

 I looked at it and was amazed,see what has been following me around.in less than 2hours after I posted my new look,I received both negative and positive comments,some people even said I now look ugly*who needs hair with a face like this though”.

 I love the fact that I can run my hands over my head,I can look in the mirror and love what am seeing ,I can have my bath with the water running down from my head,I feel beautiful and free.

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Am officially back

6 months without technology

“Your husband better not get you a ring, unremovable necklace will do” 

That’s how people think i can be that careless or how i think i can be.

 Since i don’t have a phone or a laptop,I decided to keep records of everything in my memory and pour it all out when I get a phone, I knew in my heart that I won’t even try thinking back so ‘Dominic’ encouraged me and told me to go back to my pen and paper and i promised myself not to be careless with this book.

 The fact that I write and in few days my creative works end up in the bin or ‘Lord-knows-where’ can be very heartbreaking,and the idea of racking my brains to recover all what I wrote line by line will just give me headaches.

So if you’re reading this,it means I have a phone now and am back and i missed y’all.