The Vivacious Tiffany

For students schooling at areas close to yaba, they would know that yaba market at night is the ultimate shopping experience, especially for gals. Where do I start from? Is it the shoving and jostling? Or the thousand hands grabbing you to either bring your attention to their wears or just for the fun of it. Just yesterday, I and some friends needed one thing or the other and decided to go to yaba market together. The journey started from the College of medicine, University of Lagos ,also the Lagos university teaching hospital (LUTH), where we happened to be students. Everything was off from the beginning. You know those days when it feels like the universe is wishing against you; everything keeps going wrong? Well, this was one of the days. Started from crossing the road right in front of the school gate. It seemed like all the bikes and buses were determined not to allow us cross to the other side. After what seemed like forever, there was a lull in the traffic and we crosse

I had been watching her for weeks. She wanted it. She had been taunting me. Flaunting her body like that. Well, I'm gonna give it to her. It was mid-day ,perfect timing. I moved swiftly and quietly across the balcony to the screen door. The door was never locked. She really wants me to come in. She was in the kitchen, singing along to the lyrics of Asa's "The one who never comes" playing in her headphones. Oh gal, don't worry, I'm here now. She didn't hear me come up behind her.

Well ,when it started I was happy. I felt it would give me time to prepare well for my incoming exams. I'm not so sure that's happening. All I've been doing since is watch movies, hang out with friends and sleep. If anything, the strike has worsened my condition. The little I knew has flown from my head.

Simi drove away from the house in a rage, her eyes blinded with tears. She was hurt beyond repair. It was difficult processing the thought of her marriage ending yet she couldn't bring herself to forgive this lying, cheating bastard again. The moans of pleasure she heard the evening before was on repeat in her head. Her hands were trembling on the steering.  It was a miracle she got to the hotel safely. When she finally got settled in her hotel room, she hurled herself at the bed and wept bitterly. Needing someone to talk to, she called the one person that could understand her situation.  Tunde was a friend, a colleague.  They had a kind of chemistry neither of them could explain.  Despite her love for Sam she just couldn't deny the attraction to Tunde. Tunde answered the call almost immediately it got through. " Hello dear, how are you? “."I need to see you”, she said tearfully. " Where are you? "he asked.  She told him. " I'll be there right a

The cold morning breeze kisses my face, and the dampness of the atmosphere waters my throat but I continue to run from vehicle to vehicle, selling sachets and bottles, so I could go to school.  Wait, look, it's Kola and kunbi,  I hear their mockery,  see their pitiless look  one that held disgust and scorn as they head to school. I look down below When will this end It's very hot now,  my feet are burning from standing so long on the black asphalt One that has gotten so acquainted to my presence  And gives me a better welcome that Kola and Kunbi never did My head aches and my eyes hurts.  Yet I can't taste what I'm selling

Tears rolls down your fat cheeks. Those very cheeks your father always said hug on your face like a bull dog waiting for its next treat. Screams of Orobo, Orobo fill the street anytime you walk by.  You put on a strong face, sometimes you even laugh it off.  Going back into your closet, to cry yourself to sleep at night.  To you, your physical look is something disgraceful,  A taboo to society,  A curse on humanity.  Each time you board a bus, you open up a healing wound as fellow passengers begin to scream madam "please help us adjust"  You try really hard, squeezing your body on the cold metal of the bus, but still they give you the evil eye, and careful calculated sighs are thrown your way.  Shopping is another story You sigh, as you try on the tenth cloth that doesn't pass through your fleshy motherly arms.  Beads of sweat rolls down your body, the sales attendant gets impatient and starts screaming "madam go and loose weight oh"

They woke up in each other's arms late in the evening. Awareness of an unclad body so near to him brought back memories of the crazy acts they performed in each other earlier. He couldn't believe how much aroused he had become despite the fact that he was damn tired. His erected member was pressing against Glory's succulent bottom . Aware of his yearnings,Glory teased him even more, pressing herself closer to him. Sam couldn't hold himself any more, he flipped her over, thrusting into her roughly and repeatedly as if to punish her. She matched him beat for beat till the shockwaves of their orgasm hit them.  They have sex two more times before daybreak. In the middle of all this,  Simi called him but he just ignored out of anger and guilt. Early the next day, they got dressed and Glory saw him off to the bus park. It was there it occurred to Sam that he didn't even have her number. They exchanged numbers and she bade him goodbye.  By noon,  Sam got to Lagos an

Alright,  so this is my first attempt at 3-word poetry . In case you don't understand the concept of 3 word poetry, it's a type of poem in which each line consists of just 3 words.  I wanna know what you guys think of it 😊. Enjoy!  Now it ends It all ends... I'm a cockroach Proud brown roach Elegant and light Always avoiding light Here's my abode  Home sweet home I am pleased Dwelling in filth

He could hardly sleep that night.  Tossing and turning on the bed with the worst hard-on ever , he couldn't get the thought of Glory's voluminous backside out of his mind. Not like Simi wasn't well endowned but the desire for something different from the usual was overwhelming. He thought to distract himself by calling his wife. Her phone rang and rang but Simi didn't pick up. He gave up.   Finally he drifted into dreamland but found Glory already waiting there. In the dream, the events of that day played out but with a different end. After the drinks at the bar, they ended up in his room. Hands all over each other,  passionate kisses, fumbling and pulling at each other's clothes. Undressing her in a haste and anticipating the triumphant entry,  he woke up. He could swear he could still feel her lips on his.

Pain, comes in variety Heart breaking, soul crushing. Let's enter the world of imagination, and envision these situations... A long, long ATM queue in the mid day Lagos heat You're getting closer to the front of the line A half grin on your sweaty face. Finally, you've arrived at the promise land, sticking in your magic wand in anticipation... You know that heartbreaking moment when the screen displays, "temporarily unable to dispense" ? Yeah,  that's pain. OK, let's see it from this angle.

He picked her up like she weighed nothing, liking the feel of her hair against his skin. Beautiful red hair fell in thick curls all the way to the small of her back. Kicking the door open, he took her into his personal laboratory. Laura. He tested her name, rolling it around on his tongue. He placed her on the metal table, studying her face intently. She was beautiful, and she looked so peaceful, almost like she was sleeping. He cupped her head, and judging by the bump at the back of her head, she would be out for about thirty more minutes. Enough time. More than enough time, he mused, his lips twisting into a smirk. It was time to get started. He studied her hands. She had long, slender fingers. He chose a dark shade of red for her fingers, applying the nail polish carefully. He clipped her toenails short, applying a matching shade of red on them. He curled her eyelashes, dabbed a little colour on her lips, and applied a little blush and powder.           “There” he said softly, smi

Monday: 18. 06. 2012 Woke up after series of nightmares, cold sweat ran through my skin, thought it was the usual insomnia have been battling with for weeks now but… , but this was quite different your face kept re-occurring in every nightmare like cancer it kept spreading, I dare not close my eyes for a minute, so I sat back to think.     You would ask yourself what could be going through a 16 year old boy’s mind. “Oh! I’m INSANE!!” or “Am I still stuck in my nightmares?”    4:16 a.m as I kept tabs on time, I prepared to have my bath and leave for class, the Hyde-Johnson dormitory was still filled with boys sleeping, I let out a heavy sigh wishing I was in their place.    Now 7:20 a.m, I left the dormitory en route for the dining hall, something caught my eyes, a dead bird, the first thing I saw while coming out of my hostel and it was right in front of me, my heart jolted and my brain went back remembering those nightmares I tried to keep calm saying “it’s just poultry it

Yes, he met someone. He arrived in Anambra on a Wednesday evening and lodged in a hotel close to the company he was supposed to visit the following day. After resting for a while he decided to get food. Checking the hotel's menu, he found out that not only didn't they have good food but that the little they had was overpriced.  He decided to take a stroll out of the hotel to get food. After all,  he had never been to Anambra, he could just get a feel of what the place was like. Getting out of the hotel, he became aware of the lack of noise and hurried attitude he was so used to in Lagos. About 2 streets away from the hotel, he found a restaurant. Not the kinda tush ones common in his own part of Lagos, but those 'Mama put' ones found on every street and corner of the mainland areas of Lagos. The crowd there was enormous and he was just there standing at one side wondering how he would get anything out of this frenzy.

"I really should have just ended it" she thought. Looking down at Sam who was on his knees groveling and weeping bitterly, promising to do anything just to make her stay, she realized she didn't have an iota of pity or even feel remorse for making him this unhappy. 'How did it get this bad?' she pondered. Barely listening to the pleas of her husband,  her mind drifted off to the events that brought them to this point... After the text message incident,  Sam realized Simi was worth more to him than the thrill of extramarital affairs and promised himself to stay clear of anything that would ever bring him that close to losing her again. From then on, they began the no secret policy. No secret,  no matter how small should be kept from the other person. This included offences of the other half. It worked out pretty well.

They cried themselves to sleep, finding solace in each others arms.  Sam woke up with a start later in the night  disoriented, still cuddling Simi. Slowly, the details of the earlier hours of the day seeped into his consciousness. He still couldn't justify his reason for doing it. He laid there on the couch in the dark, just thinking. The night seemed to go on forever and he didn't want it to end because he didn't know how he was gonna face Simi the morning after. How could he even attempt to explain his betrayal?  He and Simi had  agreed not to have sex before marriage due to the fact that Simi had been a virgin. He tried to the best of his capacity to keep to the agreement but night-outs with the boys was always a big temptation for him.

He never imagined it would come to this. It seemed like his entire world was crumbling around him. She's leaving.... The 3 -year old marriage of Samuel  and Similoluwa Adebanjo has finally hit the rocks. Simi had just come back from a one week official trip. Stressed out and moody she walked into the house devoid of love and smiles. Just a look at her husband and the pitiable condition of their marriage was enough to finalize her decision. She was done with this camouflage of a marriage.It all started a few months after their wedding........ One Saturday afternoon, the fairly new couples decided to spend time together just chilling at home [to at least enjoy each others company before kids begin to get in the way]. Samuel was in the kitchen cooking the only thing he knew how to cook - noodles. He said he wanted to give Simi the day off to rest. While Simi was in the parlor watching TV and wondering what she had done right in God's presence to deserve such a wonderful pa

I realized recently the reason I've been having problems with coming up with write-ups that are worth reading. I strayed. That's it. I simply lost sight, focus of what this blog was supposed to be about. So from now on, I hope to get back on track and give my wonderfully loyal readers posts that would be as wonderful as they are. 😊 Sooooooo basically today according to the topic 'erasure', I'm gonna be deciding the ONE event in my life that has to a large extent determined my stand in life today. An event that if erased, deleted from the journals of my life,  I would turn out differently either for better or for worse. Hmmmmmmmm.....  That's gonna be difficult to decide Oooo.

This wonderful piece was unashamedly stolen from a dear friend of wonderful talents and the brightest set of teeth ever!  Akinrinbola Abimbola . Please enjoy....  My gorgeous Adesola,my "star-dust frosted caramel muffin",he must have been sculpted from the very core of the sun,cause that glow isn't ordinary. I gulped nervously as he approached, "Is he headed here?" I mumbled in question nervously to my one and only friend 'Albino'. Her eyes rolled around in her head like  googly eyes for some time...   "I think so" she replied in a sing song tone,wiping her glasses on her school uniform and putting them back on,as though to make sure it really was him approaching. "Hi beautiful" he said smiling and then settled himself at the edge of my desk,At that moment I felt myself begin to melt,like butter in a hot frying pan.

Letter to me A letter to the future, A message to me. Not to this young naïve girl, But the woman to be. It speaks of peace; not the surficial one known to all But the peace within, felt by some It sounds with success, that which stems from doing what you love best Transformed from timid lass to dauntless lady But still a work in progress Until my last breath I take , There will be no rest

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Missing a brother,  missing a friend. 😢 Having your dad as a friend is one of the greatest gifts you can have as a child. The closeness, the playful fights, always missed;  never forgotten. 

I'm gonna make this as short as possible because I'm beginning to have second thoughts about posting my little, and in some cases dirty secrets on this blog for anyone to see. Nevertheless,  I'm committed so I just gotta do it. I really don't know what was going through my mind when I wrote this...but as I said two posts ago,  puberty is one crazy period. I'm not gonna bore you with unnecessary talks so here is it. My 4th attempt at poetry.....  INSPIRED BY INFATUATION.....

  "Why are you so fat ?", "Orobo!", "Fattie go and lose weight!", and so on and so on were the catcalls from the collectively illiterate minds of the beings that populated Mariere hall as I passed by this afternoon. Detached I wondered if they had a reason to being in school or if they could even spell the word education.

Well......... I guess everyone passes through this phase of their lives when organs you didn't even notice you had previously begin to influence your every thought and action.Remember that time when fitting in and 'feeling among' seemed to be the most important things. Being fake and acting like you're expected to in order to be friends with the 'cool' ones. Daydreaming about that cute guy in class, doing crazy stuff just to make that fine girl in your class notice you.......  hmnnnnnnn...., I think you remember. Although, I can't be so sure that everyone reading this is past this stage cos you can still find some peeps in their early 20s still doing all this weird sh*t because they haven't discovered themselves yet,but i can assume that looking back to this time in your life, you can't help but smile and wonder what was wrong with you then

Different strokes for different folks.......... There was a time I actually thought I was meant to be a poet 😂😂😂😂. This was partly because I wasn't much of a talker and I preferred to put my thoughts into writing. The other reason I wanted to write poems was because of a dear friend of mine, Abimbola. She's an all-rounder writer. Poems,  articles, short stories and even novels she never completes 😀. I just wanted to be like her, but I found soon enough that everyone is unique. Her gift is different from mine so I can't be like her. But no worries, it was just a matter of discovering what exactly my gift is [I'm still working on that ].    Sooooooo.....basically, I'm just gonna be posting for some while the results of my efforts as an amateur poet. Some people might see this as too personal but trust me,I'm done with whatever it is I post because the last time I tried my hand on poetry,  I was in ss2. So all of that it's history. Join me as I

He knew I was home alone. He came knocking, asking to be let in. I tried to keep an open mind, didn't want to seem rude. I let him in.  Uncle Gideon is a family friend, it's not like that was the first time he's come visiting. He asked of momsy, I told him she wasn't home. He said he'll wait for her, besides the movie I was watching seemed interesting.  I went back to my seat (the 3-seater nobody dares share with me) to continue the movie. He settled down beside me (like there weren't other sitting spaces available). 

In sickness and in healthy, In fitness and in obesity............   Getting married is certainly a very crucial step in the life of a person. It's one thing you can't afford to rush into. Unfortunately,  that is exactly what happens in our society today. ''Better go and marry'', that's every parents national anthem once the lady reaches her mid-twenities. Although this is true for both sexes,

I AM A WOMAN!! - author unknown  I am a woman, so what? I get into an argument with a man,  he slaps me, I feel the pain, yet they tell me I provoked him. I should have been quiet,  I should have been patient.  I should apologize to him. I get into an argument with a man,  I slap him,  they tell me I have no respect, no home training. I should have been quiet,  I should have been patient. I should apologize to him.

And he murdered her innocence........... Rape is one of the most degrading, devastating emotional events that can happen to a person. It's no longer news that the evils of rape leave a sour taste in the mouth. Although the victims of rape have in recent times come to include guys,

Unto us a child is born, unto us a life so young..........  Tiffany© The challenge of being a girl begins right after the arrival to life.