Blades

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This is a story I wrote out of concern. I hope it reaches someone that needs it.
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  “Challenge! Mokola! I no get change o! Ehn ehn before we change it for each other
   The conductor removed his shirt, wiped it over his sweaty face, and hung it round his neck, Bukky looked at his pimples filled face and thought to herself
“and someone will still kiss this face o
She looked out of the rickety bus, which had a glittery sticker beside the window that read ‘paso oga nla’. There was something about Ibadan public transport that she doesn’t fancy, she shifted again, the women with the woven basket seem not to notice her discomfort as they kept talking.
“hmm ori mii, pikin still small, still very small o!”
   “the man just finish her just like that, and they warn her everyday, leave him, take your children, and be happy, she say no, and see her, die”
  “and if you ask her, she say am fine,she no go talk, before you say peem, the man have remarry and just leave the children”
  The women sighed and changed the topic to something Bukky had no interest in.
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I walked into Muinat’s boutique, and gently smiled back at Gloria, her sales girl.
  “Gloria, how now? How market?”
  “we thank Jehovah ma”
“your oga dey in?”
Gloria nodded. And I made my way into the inner chamber of her boutique, Muinat was on the phone, like every other day, screaming into the phone, she  was so engrossed in her discussion and didn’t even bother to look at me, I dropped my Versace bag on her table and sat down.
  Muinat is my best friend, right from our days in the University, she’s the most social of our clique and yea, you can call her the iron lady, I stared at her picture frame, A woman in her late 30s, on her low Jerry curl and who seem to have no worries, A single mother of two who has refused to get married…
“Bukky for show! Ma binu jare, it’s the man who ought to deliver my goods o, the store is literally empty and he’s here telling me nonsense, how far? Should I call Gloria to get something for you? “
  I laughed and joked about how am very used to her attitude.
” am OK o, I went to the market, and decided to drop by, hope you’re hearing from Dunsin and his sister? You should let them come home for the holidays now”
  “what did you get for me? Yes, I called last night, they’ll definitely come, I will help them book the tickets, Han Han! remove your sunshade and hat now, are you in the sun?”
  I hesitated and finally removed them, I tried looking elsewhere so she won’t notice my purple eyes and little scars. I could see her staring at me with her mouth agape, with my side eyes..
“Bukky, he did it again abi?”
I stood up and fondled with the fur on the hanger, trying to avoid her question.
“Bukky, if you don’t know, your silence speaks louder than your words
I sat and dropped the fruits I got for her.“I will go and pick Tundun tomorrow, they are vacating tomorrow”
I kept tapping the table and she kept looking at me… (to be cont’d)

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Patching it all up

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Welcome to my favorite month loves.
   So uhm it’s my birthday month and am making a lot of changes, and yea,I’ll be 17 and I’ll blah blah blah😒.
I’m making peace with everyone I had an issue or two with, I reconciled with two old friends and still on the way to patch things up with the others. I got really hurt with what these beautiful people did to me but then I just thought like, seriously, Life is too beautiful to keep holding on to your pain, am going to come out straight, I know it can never be like the past, our conversations will never be the same. If I try to patch things up and they still take that for granted, I’ll just understand that it’s part of what makes us human. Am not going to wait for the ‘am sorry’, whatever happens, I know I’ll be able to sleep, knowing that I’ve cleared things. What if something happens tomorrow and I don’t get to amend things with beautiful soul? I will live with the guilt.
“imagine the person you’re ignoring for a while doesn’t wake up tomorrow, would you regret your pride?”
To everyone that pierced my soul and made my heart bleed, I forgive you.
To anyone that I’ve ever hurt in any way, do forgive me. I love you.

Zizzy❤

GREAT IFE!

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“I sha pray we won’t have to go home o, I can’t imagine, when did we get here? , I will now go back home again? God forbid!”
  One minute I was sitting with the orchestra, the next minute, we were saying our goodbyes.
  Just like that, we were on our way home, Chai! Oau is just weird.
  So let me feed you with the things that has been happening. first thing first.
  Am in love with pit theater
I know I came here to whine about the rehearsals and the time schedule with the evil faces of the coordinators. I was super wrong, okay, they looked scary but then as time went by, I fell in love with all of them. They are really nice, compared to the creepy stories we heard bout them, I’ll dedicate a post to them(that’ll be after the initiation). These guys left their comfort zones just to instruct a bunch of kids they don’t know and the love and the morale we get from them, Arghh bless their souls🙌
But then, we mess up Alot, we forget our lines, we forget our steps, we forget the sequence, with all the annoying things we do, they still encourage us, I just really hope we make them proud.
Presently, am back in Ibadan:'(back to face the realities of life, Back to my 12 of sleep, back to laziness, back to everlasting boredom and I miss rehearsals😥:(

Zizzy❤

DEAR FUTURE CRUSH 2

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Hello Loves.. So uhm the final two yea? It’s just the pathetic one and the recent weird crush.
OK Fam! If you see this, it’s gone, it’s in the past. I’m done with it, let’s not bring it back,just read this and laugh 😂.
The 3rd crush is the pathetic C.U.. my longest crush that made my heart go Pim-Pim, I’ll emphasize on this one cause *whispers* he became my boyfriend(Forgive me fam, I betrayed y’all,but things like this are bound to happen right?😌) If you’re reading this and you’re not from Africa or Nigeria, you might feel it’s okay to have a boyfriend when you’re 15,but it’s like a taboo here, so back to the story..
    I met C.U in the most beautiful and funny way, we became super close, not a day goes by without talking to him, C.U had a girlfriend and blah blah blah, he literally turned into my besty/crush, I told him I had a crush on him sha*what could I do hun? *Months passed and unfortunately(and maybe fortunately😋) C.U became single (time to strike shey?) months went by again and C.U asked me out(I knew I shouldn’t do that but I just couldn’t help it) I said yes💃(I still wish I had said no) C.U was so sweet but behind the mask I saw, there was a face I knew nothing about.. 2016..we broke up to the glory of God 🙏*Epp me shout Hallelujah 🙌*

I guess I’ll talk about the last crush later.. J.B(not Justin Bieber o)
It’s 12:21am and I have to sleep
Give your comments and tell a friend.
😘

Zizzy❤

PIERCE

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When I was in high school, Senior year 2,my class teacher distributed our mathematics test scripts, I was not excited about it cause I was not not good with my arithmetics,people would say I will never make it pass my high school with my ever red marks on mathematics,and I envied my friends who were mathematics geniuses, My classmates got tired of explaining over and over again,When my teacher gave me my script, she said something in Yoruba language which means I literally sleep and wake with failure *painful shey? *I was pained, not too pained too.
My teacher knew how good I was with my other subjects, I held on to the word, Right after my Grad, I got my admission into Great Ife through merits, I was the first person to get into an institution , TBH, her words didn’t make me raise my game, the hope and the trust people had in me made me,people don’t understand how words Pierce through the soul and how it can affect a person, I actually plan on driving to the school with my legs out of the window screaming. F*VK YOU I MADE IT!!..
P. S:::I still hate mathematics 😂

Zizzy❤

Dark clouds

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The weather was cloudy, looked like heaven wants to send down the rain, My Little sister sat on the floor, with two of her friends holding her shoulder and gently rocking her, she didn’t look up when I walked past her but I heard her murmur.
Our sitting room has not really changed, but I felt choked, the white walls ever shining, the tiles clearly showed my reflections, the white ceiling looked free from the little Web the small but mighty spiders weave, the sitting room is still the same, Uncle Deji and few of the extended member stood up when they saw me,I looked into Uncle Deji’s eyes,he was about to say something when i started walking towards my mother’s room,The hallway brought back bloody memories,i shut my eyes to chase them back

Zizzy❤

LIVE FOR YOU TOO

Every time i read about feminism,it breaks my heart,how women are expected to live their life for some other people..you know, you’d hear an average African parent go like “is that how you’ll behave when you get married”..the excitement and thrill of getting married when beneath ,you’re scared, “will the love fade away?,”Will my face eventually bore him?” We re automatically made slaves,while people go on chanting” the woman is to be submissive” abeg,don’t you guys read it all the way down? You’re to make money and take it to your husband like the way the women bring their annual harvest Thanksgiving to the altar.

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on’t make more money than your  
husband“That ambition will affect your     marital life” “Your husband won’t approve of that” “men don’t want women that are ambitious or independent”.
Can we free ourselves and live for ourselves?  If you go 6ft down,wont he remarry? He’ll be able to close his eyes and sleep at night 💤,your children will live too… Please woman,remember to live for yourself…you’re beautiful😘💪👭🙌

Zizzy❤