Relief from my strangers

Hey guys,

I am extremely friendly cause I find meeting new people therapeutic.

After a long day at work, I highlighted the bus at Ikeja, in-front of a pharmacy.

I walked in, asked for the drug I needed. Sadly they didn’t have it, I whispered a comment of sadness mixed with disappointment, I mean why should a pharmacy that big not have the drug I need?

One of the staff who I suppose to be a pharmacist responded to me, suggesting another brand of the same drug, I usually don’t fall for that, but I ended up staying 30 minutes at the pharmacy, not only buying my drugs but getting information on the reason why I was getting the drugs in the first place. Yes and my proposed career, my current place of work.

It was the most refreshing 30 minutes I had the entire week. A good conversation is never wasted time.

The morning

Morning girls and guys,

I should have posted last week, but I made no new experience, which is almost impossible when you live in Lagos, but sadly 😔 I fell sick and was sick throughout the week. Anyways I am all better now.😀

Better enough to resume the daily hustle of this country.

I feel good about this morning, not just because I managed to get the front seat of this cab 💃🏾💃🏾 but between listening to Travis Greene and the loud Fuji music the driver is playing and looking out the window, I see the faces and actions of a people I am proud to be a part of, as religious, sentimental, traditional, inpatient, hardworking, tenacious, and passionate about our beliefs we are as a people.

But please why is Yaba from Ojota 300 Naira 😳😳 because it’s the only Bus ba 😒😒, my 100 Naira for plantain chips 😭😭

Ikeja to Ogba

I actually did not plan to write again today but what’s the point of not sharing this.

I left work a bit late today say around past 5, I got to Ikeja at say 6, it was a comfortable ride thanks to my Superior that dropped me off. I usually get a Tricycle (keke Napep) to Ogba from Ikeja underbridge, the first one by the way, that’s under the bridge that leads to the Airport.

First of all the queue for the tricycle was so long, I mentally prepared myself for the wait, but my brain had no idea what was coming, after waiting for almost an hour, the person behind me was as impatient as I was and we both left the line to walk a little further and she offered her umbrella.

If I knew I was going to end up walking with my new friend to Ogba, I would have gone on the bike who was going to take a passenger to Ogba for 500 Naira or maybe not 🤷🏾‍♀️

We started walking and soon realized why the queue was very long and why there weren’t any tricycles, the whole road was blocked.

I left work at past 5 and got home to 9. This is Nigeria and this is how we live but even though half of Lagos was walking, I feel like the only one who made a friend who not only motivated me through the walk but was such a bad ass marathon partner.

A conductors smile

Life being a graduate has been stressful to say the least, so I wake up say 6am, leave my house say 7:30am latest and I am jumping bus and Okada till I get to work by to 9 most often than not, so I get to see a lot of bus conductors and bus drivers and most times I am observing them.

Sadly this morning, there wasn’t a direct bus to my work place, I had to wait and time was moving only as fast as it did in Dr Oludayo’s class (inside joke) a certain conductor started prophesying that I won’t get a direct bus and I should enter his bus which was a bus stop away from my usual stop that he would put me in a bus and leave the 50 Naira I would need to get to my stop for me, I pretended like I didn’t hear cause obviously that wasn’t happening.

After waiting, I just decided to enter cause I couldn’t wait anymore.

While collecting the fare from passengers, I gave him mine which was 200 Naira, only for him to ask me where I was going, with a naughty crook of his lips, I smiled and kept mute.

He smiled and stared at me for what felt like 30 seconds, so much so other passengers were looking at me.

I actually liked his smile, and looking a him right in front of me now still stealing glances, I realize that in the end the things that make us different from another are rather unnatural that natural.

The beginning

It was 11pm, I was speaking in tongues 🙏🏾🙏🏾 which I find myself doing every night now and most of us will say something told me 🤔🤔, while I would say the Holy Spirit reminded me, of an application I was meant to submit 2 months ago and it felt like it was time to submit that application. The testimony of how my application was accepted is truly a testimony.💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾

I was more than excited cause asides this being the Job that I wanted it was one I needed and it’s definitely not cause there was pay cause there isn’t any. ☹️☹️

Little did I know that this would be the inspiration 💡💡 I needed to write again. Welcome back guys.

P.S shout out to everyone who messaged me to tell me how much they missed my posts, you guys are the real MVP. 💖💖

The Intimate Stranger

 

So quiet but eager to talk back when I speak
I am so quiet eager to talk back when he speaks
We sitting in silence waiting to hear each other speak
I crave for exchange of words with him
Something about being with him makes me wanna be perfect
I know he isn’t mine and I know am his nobody has to know
Don’t even know if am fine with that but it seems to be enough
What isn’t enough is actually being with him,
it seems not to satisfy me to just be with him or even under the sheets with him it really isn’t enough
Am I just being a woman seeking attention?
No its more than being a woman, have never wanted anybody to talk me as much as I want him to just talk to me
I think I just heard him say something in reality
He finally said something, I could hear him say something finally
What did he say? Oh he just coughed
And we are back to where we started
So quiet but eager to talk back if I speak
I am quiet eager to talk back if he speaks
We sitting in silence waiting to hear each other speak
And I am still craving for exchange of words with him.

HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIDE

This is my first call to apologize and am hoping that my friends will pick up so i could apologize for disappearing on you for no good excuse because there is not a reason

I have been through so much, just some dark days but the clouds are gone and my days are brighter, now this is my message to you in this post.

NOTHING IS WORTH TURNING YOUR SMILE TO A FROWN

F.Y.I :  i know you missed me, i missed me too

AM BACK

HER STORY OF DILEMMA

The hands that write the words that fade
the face that smiles with a frown
the words that light the heart with darkness
the imagination that builds without a foundation

The hearts that bleed with pain that attracts
the teeth that bites to heal
the words that kill to give life
the thought that blinds, only to let the blindness lead

The mind that wanders to direct
the body that deceives to convince
the eyes that seduce to destroy
the thought that captivates for our release

We all have stories
some we tell, some we don’t
some last forever, some stay hidden
some stories of sadness, some of lust
some dreams never heard

Such is the irony of life,
we all want to be heard but never speak
we all want to be consoled but never mourn
We all choose to wear a facade

Burning deeply with emotion
covering what we feel, with what we want to feel

YOUR PRESSURE

I must say that my thoughts of you are biased
because of how my heart and body is drawn to you
reason why there is a problem in the first place

I do shake my head
when i watch you with my eyes and heart
you seem to owe everyone but yourself a favor

Your feelings would always seem like a stagnated river to me
i see you try to push them away with one hand
and pull them with the other

Your dimples and lips take us all to paradise
a paradise in hell
a hell of soft clouds of pain

I do not blame you
i blame myself
i blame myself for begging to be in your hell

I begged you because i thought i was alone
till i saw
the demons in the future i thought was your past

I could be angry but it would be unfair
for i am only a slave
a slave with every right except the right to have my rights

So in silence i would watch
watch with my eyes and heart
as you enjoy the pressure of pleasing every curve

MY SONG

Let’s guess what am writing about

My beauty is my pain
my beauty is my joy
my beauty is my death
my beauty is my resurrection
my beauty is my weakness
my beauty is my strength

Agreed!
It is a part of me
but
If it’s all you love me for
then
you will be everything but my happiness.