THRIVING IN THE WILD

Hi friends!!! I know it has been forever since I spoke to you all on this platform and I will be lying if I said I haven’t thought about you, because you are the very reason why I do what I do which is write, without your support, love, and commitment in my gift, my ability to exercise it will be pointless. I really do appreciate each and every one of you from my heart, both the ones I know individually and the ones I don’t yet, the ones who are consistent and committed to reading my post and the ones who check in once in a while; I still show my utmost appreciation and gratitude. Special thanks and recognition to the ones who kept sending emails reminding me of who I am, what I do and why I do it. Also, I extend my gratitude to the ones who kept believing in me and followed me in all my social platform just to stay updated. I just want to say thank you, you all are the real MVP’s (Most valued personalities) and I pray for more favor, strength, peace, hope, grace, love and...

Five days to the grand finale Vibes so high for the next beano  Constant words became an alarm only one could possess to make things right. Days went on with contracts of verbal binding, with assurances of having my back. The time between one day and the next came when the moon took the next shift after the sun which was to bear forth the dawn of the grammy into existence, excuses for absenteeism became windy with particles of dust to leave you paralyzed. The dawn of the day was here with only 1 and an external out of 30 active forces to support me through the movement. If that wasn't enough demoralizing news to start your day with, the weather climate had to greet me with opened arms, wrapping itself on me like the seducer it is giving me a sense of protection and comfort causing my sheets to raise and take its rightful place on my skin. Bam! The tune for movies and popcorn was set. It was raining! My mind, soul and body were now in sync with the dec...

Grace, class and good looks Those were the package you got Anytime she came around.  She came from a good home, had an amazing upbringing. However here was her issue, just like any hot Lagos babes slay queens She loved her coins. Men flocked all around her, but she failed to settle down with one the cash flowed smoothly but her sense of morals flowed south. she got so many messages every day, but that one message got her attention his profile spoke money and she understood that language very well. They exchanged numbers............. he lived in the North but he was coming to Lagos very soon, he made her so many promises, all of which she loved. He said to meet up in a Hotel, to any other  person that would have screamed red. But she was so caught up in high of the luxuries, she became so used to  these red lights, she couldn't care to stop. The D-day came, the hotel room door buzz...

It's May 28th, 2018, fifteen years of Devan's absence. Devan got missing before we could decipher what we had for each other. Waking up to an empty bed of grief and romance cocktail underlying the acute nostalgia of yesteryears. His absence was in accordance to a sort of coup de grâce in his protracted battle with.......... ****************** Devan Holy Gracious! Who is this brunette that turns all head in administration on black red bottom stiletto heels with black leather pencil skirt matching with the peach body hug collared short sleeve shirt, pronouncing her right angles with the long curls that balance on her slim waist like its keeper? She must be my crimson cos her lips and nails are polished red. I wonder if that is intentional... Her gold dotted earrings and a single dove neck piece speaks royalty. The stairs must be privileged to kiss her feet on a weekly basis. Her invisible crown of Grace makes the issue and weight of life look like a mustard seed. Am s...

I have come to realize that sometimes people are so short-sighted that they cannot see their past I don’t understand how stupid you must have become, to forget how you made it this far. The past isn’t a darkness to force into the depths of oblivion, it is the path that helps you get past the hurdles you need to pass into a better future. I hope somewhere in this reminder, you were able to remember the glimpses and fractions of your past you have left behind. Maybe while you are trying to remember you would notice that woman that has cried and struggled, been mocked and ridiculed because she tried to give you the love she thought you deserved, because she thought you needed all the love she could give and you were willing to show her the same measure of love, but you didn’t have to, she loved you regardless. Maybe, maybe and if you remember you can unearth her from the corner of your mind you label “past”, maybe you will remember the pain you only heard about or the scars you saw but ...