When does love turn to hate?
How is strength measured?
Who decides the manifestations of love and hate?
How do you measure strength and weakness?
Till they are all masked, explained with cause, how do you decipher?
When does the line begin and where does it end? … More Falling Lines
I couldn’t even remember what the sudden awkwardness between us was about but Dan was obviously still stiff about it. I sat on my bed, letting out a sigh of discomfort as I waited patiently for Dan to speak first.
“You didn’t tell me you were going home for the weekend”, he said.
I thought for a second or two before I said, “Yes, I decided to go home suddenly. I was missing home. Besides, I didn’t realize I owe you every detail of my plans”. … More Part 11: Fighting Temptations
“It would have been nicer the other night though but you were with those two school boys and I didn’t want to be rude, taking you away from them”.
I looked at him, amazed. Then I laughed. “Omololu and Dan”, I said.
“Who were those? Your boyfriends or something?”
“Oh please. How many boyfriends can a girl have?”
“My dear, only girls know the answer to that”, he mocked. … More Part 10: A vampire, perhaps
“Dance with me”, he insisted. There was no more strength in me to resist him anymore so I obeyed quietly, taking his hand and followed him to the dance floor.
Being in his arms, dancing so closely made me even more nervous than I could understand. He saw the nervousness all over me but did nothing to help me feel better. Even worse, he wouldn’t stop looking intently at my face even when I tried to hide it away from him. This isn’t me, I thought to myself. Why am I being apprehensive being with this man? So I decided to cut the growing tension. … More Part 9: Along came a spider
Peter Daniels – Managing Director, Chevron Oil Company.
Him? A Managing Director? But he seemed so young to be the managing director of an oil company. I had danced with him briefly after Dan and I went back into the club. He must have been keeping his eye on him long enough to know he wouldn’t get good time with me to ignite a conversation so he dropped his business card in my jeans back pocket. I left he touched me but when I looked at him, he raised his hands like it was an innocent mistake. I wouldn’t have guessed if I didn’t have to empty the pockets to give out my club clothes to the dormitory laundry woman. They smelled out cigarette smoke. … More Part 8: Twice Shy
“He’s left you here all by yourself and your friends have excused themselves. The least I can do is stay with you till either one of them comes back to you. I’d feel terrible to leave you unaccompanied”. He almost sounded genuinely concerned. I looked at him. He couldn’t have meant any harm if he meant every word. On a closer looked, he looked like a mummy’s boy with such cuteness. So I let him stay with me than some other random cult guy grab me forcefully otherwise. … More Part 6: Meeting Dan
“It’s a cult party, isn’t it?” I needed him to Omololu to prove me wrong after we got to the venue of the special club party he invited my friends and I to. I wouldn’t have come in the first place but for Tolani, my childhood friend who’d joined as a freshman when I moved to Level 2. She was eager to experience the university life and I didn’t want to depress her with my experience. … More Part 5: Settling in
The noise and horror in his head cleared suddenly. Then he remembered Segun’s last words. He was damned for sure. It was then that he realized what he had just done. His hands started to tremble as his heart began to palpitate. He took Rusty and Poison by surprise with his suddenness and change in plan. When they saw the after effect of his actions on him, Rusty quickly dragged him away from the scene while Poison pulled the dead bodies into the nearby bush lest they attract chaos on campus too quickly. … More Part 4: Day of assignment
After they were done and gone, I wanted to be dead. I couldn’t believe still that it happened to me, to us. But the evidences were real, painfully so. When I thought I was disappointed back then in secondary school, the pain and hurt and fury I felt at that moment toward life and God were insurmountable. Then I thought of Mother. She would be devastated, broken. It would confirm her reservations about being secluded from other students. I feared for my brother and I. The extent of the damage would now only be determined by doctors if only we would make it through that night alive. The sight of him frightened me as I imagined the worst lying with my swollen eyes glued to the white ceiling. The tears rolled down without a sound or whimper. … More Part 1 : THE TRAGEDY
“My mother trusted too much. She trusted a pastor with alone with me when I was just 7 and the pastor molested me. I wanted to tell my mother but I hoped she would notice on her own that sometime was different about me but she couldn’t tell. When I told eventually told her, she only got angry that I could even think of such a lie and she shut me up without ever verifying my story”, she said to me. … More Child Prostitution & Internet Child Pornography