THE BIG CHOP… AGAIN ft Passiboo, Naa Oyoo & Miz Akwele

Hair grows, when you have it. 

IN THE DM – E03

Naomi: Oh! Oh hey!! Nana Adwoa: [at Naomi] Oh hey? Dude! Come on and give him some love The thought of him scares me till now. But I can’t do this anymore. He knows I can’t. [Naomi walks closer with a fake smile fenced by her lips and gives him 3sec hug. Nana Adwoa: Okaaaaayyyy! We’ll certainly need those chicken wings. I’ll be back before you know it. [Nana Adwoa exits] Naomi: What are you doing here? Lexis: Surprising you. At least act like you’re happy. I bet she suspects it. Naomi: I smiled, Lexis. He draws close to her […]

IN THE DM – E02

I’m not that kind of girl anymore, I keep telling myself that, but… there’s always that BUT. Father Lord, remember our pact? Your girl is a good girl and not chasing men anymore, only this once. We agreed, just this once. And what are the odds? A fre#king Pastor! Oops… bad language. Forgive.

WHAT SUNDAY SCHOOL NEVER TAUGHT

Being a Sunday School teacher basically opened my mind to what I missed in my Sunday School days. Basic, really, not putting into consideration the era then and now. The Word of God remains the same and there’s nothing new under the sun.

IN THE DM

She’s usually… scratch that, it’s me; I am usually levelheaded in cherry-picking the appropriate coquettish words… aptly. You’ll read it as if I’m physically with you. Talk of a good sexting tease with images you need not download. What? Jpeg? Cliché.

RAPTURED WITHOUT ME

This is NOT FICTION.

DO YOU FEEL RATHER MATURE WHEN YOU DO YOUR NAILS?

At every point in a woman’s life, she goes beyond “beauty is only skin deep” to beauty is skin deep and a little grooming on the outside. Truth be told, every woman feels like her own damsel with a little touch of beautification.

RANDOM BREAKFAST

  Growing up, I’d never been a breakfast person for the reason that I loved my meals heavy, and mother said not too much for breakfast else I’ll sleep in class.

WRITERS’ BLOCK S#cKS

Yep… experiencing a writer’s block unfailing for several months felt like my brain was fried, and every inspiration although cognizant of each moment, appears to be locked in a room with glass doors; it makes sense breaking into your own house, doesn’t it?

CATHARSIS

It had to be an inside job… it had to. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. I mean, who gets room so freely enough to cause such trauma? It pierces too deep I cannot explain how it feels anymore because I cannot see beyond this ‘deep’.

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