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The year was 2015 and everything was going on fine. A great job, a good enough relationship and a budding relationship with God. I admit, due to my nature, I still felt like I could be doing better and I sometimes put some unnecessary pressure on myself, but looking back at it now, it was an exhausting exercise.

Fast forward to 2017, and I must admit, because of life and its ever-changing circumstances, I have changed. Although they are not drastic changes, they are changes that make me happier as a person and makes life easier.

Cynicism – A wise man once said, when someone advices you, before you accept that advice, see if they stand to benefit anything from that advice. If they do, be wary, if they don’t, still be wary, but at least, you are more certain it is good advice. In the last two years, I have come to terms that I have become cynical. I usually think of what a person would gain from a train of thought before I entertain it. At times, it has proven very helpful and other times, I have been proven wrong. Other times, it is just a precaution. I admit, I have developed some form of trust issues from it but, it doesn’t cloud my judgment because I am still logical about situations.

Openness – They say you should be open with your partner in a relationship to make them comfortable but I have also realised the flaw in this. Your openness just might spook your partner out because they are not ready for that level of honesty. However, that has not stopped me from being open. In fact, I have become more open in the last two years than I have ever been. Open to my loved ones though and not strangers. With openness comes this profound peace of mind and joy. Your yes stays your yes, no stays no. There is no need for explanations since you already kept the people that mattered in the loop.

Money – Two years ago, I could not save money to save my life. I spent as much as I earned. Before you jump to my defence and say I had bills to pay, I still live at home. I was what you call a spendthrift. But, slowly but surely, I discovered the need to save and our secure your savings make you when that emergency comes along. Although you are unhappy about spending that money, but at least, you have the money to even cover that emergency. Although I am not perfect at it (read as parents say I am not perfect at it), I have certainly improved. I look forward to the next two years for all the progress I have made.

Women – If we can’t be seen outside together, I won’t entertain your advances. It is not every woman that is good for you. Some of them will strip you of your every belief and some will build you. Two years ago, it was only about the looks for me. A girl had to be beautiful to pique my interest, but these days, it is more than that. A beautiful face alone no longer cuts it. You should be able to contribute to my life as much as I do yours. Also, background is necessary. It goes a long way.

Food – Bread, corned beef, ketchup and jam was a combination I once had no issues eating. These days, I find myself wary of what I eat. I have become more conscious with what I eat. I have cut down on red meat, processed food and fried food.

These are the major changes in my life in the last two years. What are the changes in your life in the last two years? Share with me in the comment section.


Posted by on February 14, 2017 in Rants


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*dust cobwebs from blog* WOW! It has been a while. Some months right? The good news, I am back. The bad news, school is crazy and I will not be able to upload stories every week. Please bear with me. It is just for one year. Special thanks to my friend @ZaToothFairy for always helping me with the editing of my work and giving his opinions and advice. Y’all should follow him.

I wrote this story from a female perspective and I hope I did justice to it. Enjoy!

How did I get here? I think to myself. I thought they said lightening does not strike in the same place twice. Once bitten, twice shy and all that hogwash but not in my case. I have been fooled again.
I have been on the floor of my bathroom for the past 2 days. I am yet to move an inch even as the stench of the mixture of sweat, tears and dried mucus starts to get offensive. I do not think I have the strength. I sit here in shorts and bra as I wait for Efe. I wait for her to come soothe my pains. She walks into the bathroom asking me for the charger of my cellphone. I shout at her asking her to go look for it herself.
I feel stupid. How can I shout at her? How can I shout at someone who had been there for me from the moment Tobore sent the message. A message ending our 3-year old relationship. Tobore described our relationship as quicksand. He said he felt himself sinking so fast. Sinking so fast. How is that even possible? How does one sink? Nothing makes sense right now. Efe had dropped everything and come to Lagos from Calabar just to console me. Why should I shout at her?
She walks into the bathroom, I guess she has found the charger snorting and wondering, “who sits in their bathroom crying for 48hours?” Purposefully, She runs the bath as she unhooks my bra, pulls me up gently and pushes my shorts and panties down. Still in thought I step into the bath, imagining how it would feel to drive a knife through Tobore’s heart. His heart? Who am I kidding? I am sure he doesn’t have one. If he had a heart, he will not change his numbers. If he had a heart, he will not leave me out in the cold. He will not leave after all the plans we had, after all the promises he made.

Damn you Tobore! Damn you! Mother warned me about you. Mother did. She told me to tread carefully especially after my experience with Richard. She said you were too good to be true. I refused to listen. I disregarded her warning and felt it was just mother being mother. I should have paid more attention to her warning. I should not have gotten so comfortable only for Tobore to snatch the seat from beneath me.
I sit through my bath in a daze though. Efe patient as ever, is still there with me as I step out of the bath. She wraps a towel round me and pushes me gently towards my bedroom. The cold air from the air-conditioner touches my skin and gives me a chill. Similar but in no way near the thrill I felt the first time Tobore kissed me. Oh my God! He is everywhere in my head. I need to get him out. I have to get him out. Everything reminds me of him. Everything! Even Huggzy my beloved teddy bear has a stain from the red wine Tobore spilled on it. Gosh! Tobore, damn you! Damn you wherever you are. I gave my heart, my soul, my everything. Damn you!
Efe hugs me as I break into another round of tears. I hug her as tight as the radio on my nightstand whenever Hoobastank’s The Reason is playing. It was our song. I remember everything Tobore said the first time he played that song for me. As I recalled the tears flowed freely. This pain is unbearable, this pain is so intense and I just want to scream. I want to scream!
Efe withdraws from our hug, sits me on the bed and tells me she has to answer the door. lost in her embrace, I did not hear the bell ring. She leaves and walks in seconds later with my mother and elder sister. I get animated as they both rush to my side. I can feel mother’s hot tears as she hugs me. My elder sister who is a doctor sets her medical kit on the bed, brings out a needle, a syringe and withdraws the content of a small white plastic bottle. She injects me.
Seconds later, I feel dizzy. The pain starts to wear off, my words are incoherent. His face is the last thing I see as I drift away. I will get him. Some day I will make him pay. I will drive that knife through his heart.


Posted by on October 9, 2012 in Short Story


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