L.A.M.P. (Tailor Tales)

LAUGH AT MY PAIN (Tailor Tales) As a guy, the ship has long sailed when I used to imagine and expect the cold and shriveled hands of heartbreak and betrayal to surge from girls alone. In this lackluster part of the world, one welder or bricklayer can actually make a grown man cry and roll on the floor. I think the practice of the art of heartlessness has become a hobby in this receding...

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L.A.M.P. (Girl Version)

LAUGH AT MY PAIN (Girl Version) Brace yourself, for this is not just any regular story… Actually, it is. I just discovered I suck at opening my stories and I thought to spice it up but yep, I still suck. Anyway, here goes… Like I keep saying, roughly about a decade ago, when the word ‘shy’ was looked up in the dictionary, any one at all, you would see a picture of me looking at the...

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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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