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“If you don’t attain a certain level of success, responsible women can’t fall in love with you. It is not because they are materialistic or they like money, it is because they are too responsible to walk into poverty with their eyes opened.” -Anonymous
I have been drawn to these words for the better part of today. Exactly who are “responsible women” by definition?! It’s sad but truly, most Nigerian women are of this school of thought. The “he has to be rich and comfortable” school of thought.
What?! You missed the previous chapters?! Ahnahn!! Ok, not to worry, grab Chapter Ten and Chapter Eleven. I’m nice like that! đ
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The Ogun state NYSC orientation camp swung into life by the second week. The camping experiences shifted into full gear thence. For one, there were no daunting and exhausting drills to contend with (except for those that consciously signed up for the torture). This coupled with a bit more time to chill, as against the first week, made for a rapid improvement in the fun obtainable on camp. Yet, it could just be that we were all getting used to the rigour and vigour of the orientation camp.
Bello woke up later that evening very famished. Not surprising however, he was still doused in the pain of the senseless break-up and eviction. He yawned hard and long, as he was tired and hungry. He had slept for four long, sore and sour hours. Although the boring nap was not therapeutic, he still felt strangely renewed, save for the hunger pangs.
Oh ye beautiful sunshine,
Come,
Take over my dawn…
Make it yours,
Take everything, take it all.
Oh ye warm sunshine,
I submit to your grace and inevitability.
I give into your control, desires, way and will;
I soak in your warmth aplenty.
An age long story,
Told across ages…
Told and retold a billion times,
One that never gets old.
A story of hope and persistence,
One told since centuries a dead.
It’s a story of love and it’s eccentricities.
What can I say? First she thought I was acting all so weird and not so bubbly as usual, (keen observations actually) and just when I thought she’s cared enough, she actually wrote me a poem! Thanks dearie, you rock!
He was smiling
His perfectly crafted 32
I must be dreaming!
Behind the curtains,
Iâm watching.
Amidst the multitude,
He doesnât notice me.
He was in a tuxedo
Royal blue and charming
Red velvet bow tie, glossy shoes
And I, in my fake Jimmy Choos
Water, wine or booze?
Oh baby! Whichever one you choose! Â
He was dark and handsome
Godâs perfection,
a vivid interpretation!
No voodoo nor intoxicating injections Finely chiseled nose
Kind hazel eyes
When will you be mine?
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He was funny and intelligent
What a charismatic young gent!
I was told heâs a writer
The sweet words that emerged from his eyes
I mean mouth
Sometimes in French
Fresh! Like peppermint
âCe èst bon, trĂŠs bonâ
How I wish he said
âVeux-tu mâĂŠpouse?â Â
Spying I was once again
My eyes popping
My mind occupied with âoohsâ and âahhsâ
And my heart? Firing!
I wasâŚ
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Oh IdrisâŚ
The smile on your lips
Takes me to a far distance
Takes me to sleep
Makes me forget the reasons
For which I weep Â
Oh IdrisâŚ
Your eyes,
Like two petals
They glow with love
They dazzle, they shine!
And tear up in joy
Looking into them is what I enjoy Â
Oh IdrisâŚ
Your skin!
The colour of fine chocolate
Smooth like shear butter
It against mine
The best feeling ever
Oh IdrisâŚ
Your laughter
Flashing your sparkling 32
The manliness of your tone!
Piercing through my flesh and bones
It tickles my heart
It tenderizes my soul.
Oh IdrisâŚ
Your scent, so welcoming
I inhale deeply
Wanting and wanting
Puts me in a trance
I could be in your arms for eternity! Â
Oh IdrisâŚ
The sound of your drum..
A beautiful rhythm
Moving my hips, toe tapping, belly dancinâŚ
Joy from within!
And youâŚ
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It was a chilly evening,
The sun lazily finding it’s way beyond the horizon;
I was lazying around in my room too really,
Fresh from a decent nap.
It was the perfect day to fall in love.
Did you miss the previous chapters? Not to worry! Catch up on Chapter eight and Chapter nine.
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Night came and it carried with it unyielding waves of chilly breeze. It took its cue from the cold dry day and took it up a notch. It was exactly the kind of night you don’t want to be alone, let alone heart broken.
Yes! I was ready for this adventure! So much so that I left for camp a day before it official opened. Anxious? Not really!
I dreaded the much publicised opening day queue and I was bent at beating the rush. With an over-packed box, as heavy as lead, I set out!
When a bird flies off and away, sometimes, it never returns. Right then, we regret our lack of judgement…
She poured her heart to me
She wasnât afraid
She said it me she loved
How bold she wasâŚ
But it wasnât enough, It sounded like a joke
It cracked me up
I needed a woman, a real woman!
Sexy!
Not my mere secretary,
a woman of class!
Of timber and calibre! Â
She continued to love me
I could see it in her eyes but she wasnât for me
I couldnât just stand itÂ
Like a bitter pill, like a glass of sour wine
I purposely spilled
The woman didnât just satisfy my desires
And then I had her fired
You canât blame me, I was truly tired
I had to quench the fire Â
Then the unbelievable happened
I started to miss her, to think of her!!
Her beautiful smile, and loving eyes And how I could have made her mine Her caring soul and kind heart
IâŚ
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Check out Chapter One (The Movie), Chapter Two (The Restroom) and Chapter Three (The Elevator 1).
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“About time, it’s so overdue!” I turned to face the shiny mirror, soliloquizing.
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