TALE OF TWO UNENCUMBERED NIGERIAN SOULS

Samari (female) was born and raised as an Hausa-Fulani Muslim.

Arkadin (male) was born and raised as an Igbo Christian.
Both rebel & sometimes resent their background.

We believe that "Who we are" is not defined by our class ethnicity, religion or membership in any tradition or community. We are not defined by these because we are free to reject or accept the values associated with any of these roles.

I MISS HER

I miss Vanessa so bad, we haven’t talked to each other in about a week. Our break up is a week old right now, mehn all my friends have told me it was the right thing to do to break up, that our relationship was never meant to last anywayz….

Sigh, but I miss her though, miss her bloody bad. See that girl loved me, as in she loved me with no pretenses. I don’t know if I’ll ever find another woman who loved me as much as she did, sometimes she “over-loved” me self. 

I miss our friendship first and foremost, because we were friends first before we became lovers and now I have neither her friendship nor her love and it hurts. 

I had to block her from my social networks such as twitter and facebook because seeing her posts and anything relating to her upset me and I knew it’s because I still have deep feelings for her. 

I swear Adele is right, sometimes it lasts in love and sometimes it hurts instead. 

Freedom

Screams. Laughter. Looks of disgust. I see even fear.

I see mothers covering the eyes of their children. People looking away in shame. Why? We were born this way. Why are we ashamed to just be?

I walk on leaving a trail of surprise and amazement behind me. I feel fearless. Suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my side. Instinctively I touch the area.

Blood.

I fall to the ground. I’m dying. Before I drift away, I smile. I’m happy.

I am free.

Hurt

He hurts. Now I hurt too.

Geek In The Pink: A Sideline Story: Can I Get A "Do-Over"?

geekinthepink3:

Sometimes when i have a lot to do, i just sit and wonder… Have I been here before?

Like was I someone else in a former life? Like was I the best singer/artist in the world? That will explain why I have no musical or artistic talent whatsoever, It would have been unfair to luck out two lifetimes…

This song by Avril Lavigne exemplifies how I am feeling right now. 

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If women were particular about men’s characters, they would never get married at all.

—George Bernard Shaw

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Drake feat. Stevie Wonder

—Doing It Wrong

This is my Jam for today by Drake.

Doing it Wrong

Never reveal all of yourself to other people; hold back something in reserve so that people are never quite sure if they really know you.

Walls

“Relax baby. It’ll hurt just a little bit.” I heard him say. I wasn’t listening. I was holding back. My muscles clenched. The message was clear. We’re not ready.

“Stop it.” I moaned, pushing him away. He wasn’t moving. Why wasn’t he getting away? I was filled with panic. Was he going to force me? I was about to scream when he stopped and moved away.

“Its ok baby. We’ll try again another time ok?” He said softly, holding me close. “Ok.” I replied timidly, my body shaking a little. I was being paranoid.

*3 weeks back*

“Arkadin. I think I’ve found someone I wanna sleep with.”
“You’re kidding me right? Who is this guy?”
“Just this guy I’m seeing. He’s older and all experienced and shit. I guess that’s the attraction.”
“I think you should do it Samari. If you’re comfortable of course.”

I waited till I was alone to pick up my Blackberry. I found Arkadin’s name and sent him a bbm.

“I came so close today…”