The Vivacious Tiffany

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...