Authentic Love (National Week Of Action)

Authentic Love does not devalue another human being- Brooke Axtell

I needed to tell him, even though I knew.

The Love of My Life was kneeling beside the car, trying to fix the damaged tire.

He just told me how sexy I looked in my skimpy dress

I did it for him… It’s always for him.

This was supposed to be a romantic night out;

He whispered it as he kissed my wounds last night and I couldn’t stop the leap of my heart

That automatic thing it did and has been for five years.

He also said he was sorry, just like the other times, and I believe him.

He loves me, honestly he does; I just provoke him sometimes.

I love him too. So much.

I’m Pregnant, I whispered, again.

He stopped, his hands on the spare tire.

I could see the muscles in his jaw tick

And my heart pounded in fear of what would happen next.

You know what to do, He said.

And I did.

Just like to the last one.

NO TO DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND ABUSE!! #RAINNWEEK

THE DRAGONFLY KILLER

I was just resting in my room two hours ago after a long day of Exams and BVN struggle. I have an exam tomorrow so I asked my friend, Onyinye, to wake me in an hour’s time. The episode of my dream was rolling and I was determined to make do with every single minute of the hour. Next thing I knew, I started hearing flapping sounds in my dream.

Which kind wahala?

I couldn’t think of anything that would be disturbing me by that time. Then I figured that maybe that could be Onyinye’s way of waking me because she was weird like that. I eventually opened my eyes to a squint to check the time when I realized that the sounds were not normal. The next thing I knew is I was outside my room on barefoot.

Please help me ask how a whole dragonfly entered my room?

Anyway, when Onyinye and I were past our screaming phase (outside the room), we decided to chase it out since we needed to read. That’s how we started tracking the thing. It was as if it had the guts that we didn’t have. We’d make serious noise like this and the thing wouldn’t even shake. I swear you wouldn’t believe the size of this thing if you saw it. It was like a HYBRID or something.

Hian.

That’s how the thing went near my bed area and I thought I would die (I have a weird attachment to my bed). I vexed and carried broom.

But when the thing started flapping wings like some mutant, I handed the broom over to Onyinye and started screaming again.

Things got really crazy real quick.

I realized I was really scared of this shit. Like even more than rats.

Now I know this may go against many of my beliefs o but I swear I need a DRAGONFLY KILLER in my life; someone that I’ll have on speed dial and could swoop in, all romantic, when I need dragonflies to be killed.

Key Requirement: DO NOT BE SCARED OF DRAGON FLIES.

Please ehn, help ‘cause I think my heart is still beating.

Oh, and Onyinye eventually killed it.

GREEN

Okay, happy new month you guys! and guess what, it's two days to my birthday! that's right, June 12th. 

Well, about a week ago, i received mail that i had won the 2015 edition of the challengeme contest on Naijastories. I was super excited because i never esperred it, lol. My account has already been credited by the way! i decided to post the story here too. Well the one i posted for the contest had to be edited a lot because of the word count but here's the real story. If you want to read the real entry, visit http://www.naijastories.com/2015/04/green/ 

Enough with the blabbering, here it is... 

I paced holes onto the floor of my living room. I had been waiting for hours, for my wife who was supposed to take me to the airport. When I called her, she said she was almost home. That was one hour ago. I loved her but that woman could never keep to time to save her life.

I miss you... I guess.

OMG, i just found this piece at the back of one of my old notes when i was trying to study, this morning. Guess what? I wrote it in my freshman year when i was probably crazy about somebody (Don't ask). Try your best to enjoy it, i was so young then. PS: I had to cut some parts out, i was too shy.

I miss the little things about you.
I miss our fights...
I miss our long walks on saturdays and our long talks on sundays.
I miss your hard exterior and your mushy insides
I miss how you hated it when i hate you but ran far when i loved you.
I miss how you would hold my hand no matter who's watching
I miss how you would make me laugh when I'm so mad at you
And you make me so angry that it hurts that i love you.
I miss how you claim you know everything about me
And i know nothing about you.
I miss your crazy mood swings.
I miss how you listen.
I miss your stupid laughter and your ugly smile.
I miss you.