What Is This?

 

I want to tell you everything, the awesome and the mundane,

To tell you about the ant crawling through the hair on my arm

To whisper about the ache of missing you,

Is this what love is?

Just Walk Away.

I peeked into Facebook yesterday and read about the tragic death of a man at the hands of his wife, then I saw a post by a friend of his and shut down for bit.

 

You see, there was a man who meant the solar system to me for all of my life. He wasn’t just blood, he was close friend, adviser, bridge over troubled waters and the fun guy who basked in our hugs and told us the craziest stories (Storytelling runs in all my families). He didn’t get to see my twentieth birthday- he drove from Owerri to Ife to see me on the day I turned 19- that was the last time I hugged him. He was there three days later while we huddled in the car that would take us to Lagos- that was the last time I saw him, as the car pulled out of the compound.

Billionaire gal.

Uzoamaka is playing the character Cynthia in the next season of MTV Shuga and she shared- on facebook, her interview that’s available Here. Because I know Uzoamaka, I already knew to expect quirky, funny and wise answers from her when I clicked on the link yesterday evening. While the bus driver made silly commentaries as he flitted the bus from one lane to another, I was reading the interview and nodding and smiling until I got the point where she said- “but I would be desperately restless if I couldn’t be an actor” and felt a small chill.

The Thing goes Boom! 1 b

Version 2

I was sitting on my bed, trying to write a story that wasn’t quite coming together when I heard a loud boom- yes, just like in cartoons. I rushed to my window and saw a car parked perpendicular to the road with headlights flashing and the horn beeping every three seconds.

The Thing Went Boom!

You’re sitting on your bed with your laptop a few centimetres away from you. The sentences your fingers are planting on the screen make you wince but you do not delete them, you decide to leave the shining imperfections and grow your word count. You just typed ‘injection’ when you heard the boom.

By Force Mrs- a rejoinder.

I got a response to my previous post from a lady on Facebook and her story- her sister’s story actually, was so sad that I shed a few tears, before getting angry at her for being foolish. The story was shared with me so I would write about it and advise young women to look before they leap. I don’t know how to advise anyone, especially here on social media. Plus I am not sharing details of the story before somebody sues me, I don’t have money to give anyone for what I know nothing about, I am too broke for nonsense spending.

By Force Mrs.

Yesterday at Spar, I saw a line of Always Ultra pads and remembered my former friend J.C. He told me once that his wife would not need to use pads as much as the next woman as he intended to always keep her pregnant. How many children would you like to have? I asked. Fifteen, he replied and laughed.

Poisons and Miracles.

I threw up at work two days ago, just after having lunch. No, I am not pregnant, this is not a Nollywood movie with Patience Ozokwor as my mother. That evening, I had a tiny bit of pain in my chest which my mum said was because I retched too much and didn’t have anyone rubbing down my back. I figured it would resolve by morning and I went to bed.

Friday Fiction- Love Me Now.

‘I’m sorry’ flashed on my screen, a WhatsApp notification from you.

 

I gripped my phone a little harder as my eyes betrayed me by forming a layer of tears. Again I was struck by how easily you get me, how it seems you fill the spaces I didn’t know were there, waiting for you.