The Vivacious Tiffany

  I hopped out of the car before it even came to a complete stop leaving my Bolt driver wondering what kind of lunatic I was. I was beyond caring. This was my one chance of getting my dream job and I was almost late for the interview. I really should check my mail more often, , I thought as I sprinted the short distance from the car park to the revolving doors of the building. I would have missed the interview if I hadn't randomly opened my mail the previous night. I ran into the lobby of the high rise building that houses David Adejumo and Company and a dozen other firms. I forced myself to relax as I approached the front desk for directions to the accounting firm.

It was a hot afternoon the day she met Nelson. She was going home after a rough day at the office and as if that wasn’t enough, her Taxify trip cancelled before the driver got to her location. The cab-hailing app was beginning to annoy her with these kind of stunts. That was the reason she was standing by the roadside not too far from her work place - trying to order another ride, and _Slow_ or rather Glo wasn’t making that easy. The speed of her internet service provider was practically crawling. She was in a foul mood needless to say.  The slow network didn’t seem to be getting better so  she  decided to start working towards the nearest bus -s top in case  she   had to res ort to jumping buses.  She was so engrossed in my frustrations   she  didn’t notice the  bros  walking briskly behind  her  trying to get her attention .

  THE MORNING AFTER.. . Steven woke up with his arms and the room empty. Apparently, Grace had snuck out to save them the ‘morning after’ awkwardness. He stood up and hit the bathroom. He put the shower on full blast then began to think of the things that occurred over the night. He hoped that Grace would not expect anything more from him. He just wasn’t ready for commitment. He thanked

WARNING: Mild sexual content GRACE Add caption My name is Grace Ifarahanoluwa Johnson and I’m a hopeless romantic. I met Steven through a mutual friend, Tomi. I have no illusions that it was love at first sight. It wasn’t.

Ikr... It's been a while. A really long while... Today just happened to be one of those days. Woke up with a pounding head and no desire to get out of bed. Unfortunately, I had to. A mountain of bowls and containers from last night's party were awaiting me. The stink of stale stew emanating from them was already making my weak stomach threaten to bring back what's left of yesterday's dinner .

Dressed in a blue denim dress shirt with a matching peach sandal and peach handbag, Yetunde stylishly catwalked into the exquisitely designed auditorium swaying her hips at every step she took.

Victor, my closest friend came to my room. "Please can I borrow Dolapo for a while. " I glanced at Dolapo but she had this blank facial expression she always had. No one but me knew what went on behind that unexpressive countenance. "Sure" I reluctantly let her go because my friends said I've become clingy to her. I could sense her reluctance as she went with him.

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 l...

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.           “Th...

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 s...

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.