NOW THIS IS WHAT I CALL TRUE LOVE. isn’t this romantic?

NOW THIS IS WHAT I CALL TRUE LOVE. isn’t this romantic?

In Venezuela, A woman by the name of Antonieta, risked her… Well she risked her everything for love when she went visiting her lover who was serving a ten year sentence in jail. Antonieta on this fateful day of risk took with her a large suitcase. I’m not sure why but the prison authorities let her in with said suitcase which she wheeled into the prison with little effort. After visitations were over, Ms Antonieta began her exit from the prison compound with her suitcase in tow. But prison officials noticed that the bag that she had easily brought in Read more »

AND I HOPED NO MORE DRAMA FOR MRS TONTO DIKE

AND I HOPED NO MORE DRAMA FOR MRS TONTO DIKE

For a long time, I had no love (not even a bit of like), or respect for Tonto Dikeh. I refused to recognise her existence regardless how many artistes used her name in their lyrics. As far as I was concerned, she was just a loudmouthed unintelligent bimbo whose limited intelligence did not extend beyond Instagram followers, the most effective bleaching creams and the most expensive non-artificial weave. The fact that she chose to foray into music didn’t help my impression of her. Actually I think it worsened it with lyrics like, “I be your sweet pawpaw correct… going like Read more »

Having Low Self Esteem?(F**K THAT, HOLD YOUR HEAD UP!)

Having Low Self Esteem?(F**K THAT, HOLD YOUR HEAD UP!)

While I was a senior in High School, about 11/12 years old (If you didn’t know, now you know I was a Prodigy), there was a girl in my class who I spent the better part of two years developing a heart aching crush for. But being a fat kid, I didn’t have the nerve to express my emotions. I feared expressing said emotions might lead to soul crippling rejection. You know? That kind of soul crippling rejection that makes serial killers out of white kids from middle class homes. I and the girl were friends. Sorta kinda close. But Read more »

He tormented my family till the very end

He tormented my family till the very end

This is the beginning of my true life story for all those who missed how and when it all started. Mmuo had beaten mother to death I was bitter. I couldn’t help myself. I cried endlessly hitting myself saying: I should have been there to fight for mum I was still holding on to her corpse begging her to answer me.I told God to help me. I told him i would not let Mmuo enter the house ever again but he should make mum wake. I begged mum and God but nothing happened. My father came home and on seeing Read more »