Last Strands of Hope

I had zoned out. These notes were unbelievably dirty yet so pure. I sat on that park bench with my earphones nodding in agreement to every vibration that staggered off the saxophone, drums, keyboard and the bass with a well pronounced grimace that expressed how much of my mind had involuntarily and unconsciously gamboled to every note. I usually come out here for the cool breeze, the serenity and...

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Being Me

I don’t know how he did it; did he go down on one knee? Pensively, I think he’s ironically, too old-fashioned for such chivalry. I’ve seen his old pictures though, he also rocked the 60s look, you know, the well combed afro, bell-bottomed pants, high wedge-heel shoes and, of course, the stalwart bicycle. Considering this, he may have used the one-knee skill because at his age, he may have wanted...

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Monday Blues (Ajuwaya Remix)

My goal has always been to go to school, get a sound education, get a job, get rich, get married, get rich, have kids and get rich. It’s a very simple laid out plan, no complications and no complexities, very straight forward. I’m writing this and even my emotion is writhing in the pain because nobody told me the truth about that one year pause or hitch to my plan. My life timetable had been...

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Dark Light (Part 2)

Continued from bit.ly/DarkLight1 I watched her walk through the rest of her life like she had rented it; honestly, I felt pity for her because of the hard knocks she took on every corner of her life. Since after her uncle, her dreams became horror movies, her diary was The Boogey man’s to-do list; she was indeed painstakingly convoluted. She had grown into a young woman with the illusion of having...

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Dark Light (Part 1)

It was 04:47am, the wall clock just confirmed that her wrist watch was correct. She had had a jolt off the bed because she detested stay-overs, she hated the drama of sneaking out. Grudgingly, she lifted his hairy arm off her chest, slowly shoved his huge body aside and crawled her way out of the blanket. She picked up her sleeveless top from the table, her miniskirt from the top of the lamp stand,...

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My Last Camp Night Hours

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deMOLARized

Tik tok Tik tok... adrenaline rush... heart racing like asphalt... I've always detested hospitals; they all have that one familiar smell of drugs, needles, drips. The cold waiting room is filled with men, women, boys and girls of all shapes, colors, ages and sizes. The painful silence is slashed by periodic wails from patients upstairs. The room is drenched in shooting stares of anxious-to-be-healed patients, everyone waiting for his turn. I'd avoided the dentist for two years...

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Loved Again

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