Tell Me

What do you tell a mother who finds her child dead in a pool of blood?
That you’re sorry for her loss?
Or will the words fail you
As you find yourself holding her
Will her tears haunt you because that blood was shed by your hands?
Or will you be indifferent as you search for the next child?
The next mother to hold
Because her pain is the only joy life affords you

Do you remember the first one?
About a year after your own loss
When therapy seemed to have started working
Or so everyone else thought
Do they suspect that you found a relief?
Much more different from simply sharing your angst
In taking from others
The same love that you lost

Will you ever stop?
Maybe commit suicide
Permanently end the throbbing pain
That even those small sickening moments of elation can’t seem to stop
Or will you have your grandchildren over for summer sometime
The off springs of the lost love of your life
And contemplate doing to them as you’ve done those other young ones
When the evil finally consumes you

Tell me
How do you feel?
Before, during and after
Do you worry about being caught?
Are you always careful?
When you look in the mirror
Is it a monster you see?
Is it the monster I see in you that you see?

Liebster Award

This is my blog’s first ever award nomination so I’m completely stoked! It came as a surprise so I might have to change my opinion about surprises being annoying. This is a wonderful one and the best way to start the new month. I can only hope it gets better from here on out.


I would like to say a huge Thank You to Outside the Coffee Cup’s Kirsty for nominating me for the Liebster Award. Her blog is fun to read and her tagline says ‘dreamer’ which has me liking her even more. So, I’m proudly recommending her blog to you because it will surely spice up your reader.

I’ll proceed to answer her questions now. Here goes 🙂

1. Would you rather be able to fly or be able to turn invisible? And why? I would rather be able to turn invisible. I imagine that a flying human would cause a scene and attract too much attention while one with the ability to turn invisible has a choice of whether or not to share that ‘gift’. I like to be under the radar so the latter is a much preferred option.

2. Do you prefer Spring or Autumn? And why? I’m a Nigerian, born and bred. I complain a lot about the heat in Nigeria and I constantly make remarks about loving the cold. However, I still prefer the warmth of Spring to the Autumn cold.

3. If you could meet someone past or present, famous or not, who would it be? It would have to be God. Sometimes, I wonder about the many mysteries of our lives and like many of us, I have about a million questions I want to ask. This is my answer because I don’t imagine meeting say, Sidney Sheldon would have as much of an effect on me.

4. Where is your favourite place to be? And why? Home. Lagos, Nigeria. It’s my base, all I knew for my first 16 years of life so I don’t think anywhere could be as comfortable. It is not luxurious and I don’t always get along with my parents and siblings but I’ve still had more happy days at home than anywhere else.

5. Are you happy with your life or would you change it? I am happy with my life. It’s not always awesome and I’m not always grateful for all I have but its a pretty cool life. Could use a new phone though. Just saying.

6.  Someone comes up to you and gives you £10 ($10) what do you spend it on? For nothing? Suspicious. Anyway, I’d probably buy a T-shirt. I really like tees.

7.  Who is your dream guy or girl? And why? I can’t think of anyone that is my dream guy. I doubt that I’ve even met anyone I consider to be that but I’ll be sure to update this when that happens. 😉

8. Do you believe in Ghosts? And why? Errrr….. Up until now, I had never given this a thought but I think not. I don’t believe in ghosts.

9. If you could be any Superhero who would it be? And why? It is with sadness that I inform you all that I have not seen any superhero movies or cartoons except The Dark Knight Rises. I’m sorry if because of this, anyone feels the need to stop following my blog or stop reading my work. I can’t give a good explanation of why this happened but it did. So, from my extremely limited experience it has to be Catwoman! Anne Hathaway looked awesome.

10.  What is your favourite song? Autumn Leaves – Chris Brown featuring Kendrick Lamar. I really really like Kendrick’s verse on this.

These are the rules of the Award:

  • Once you are nominated, make a post thanking and linking the person who nominated you
  • Include the Liebster Award sticker in the post too.
  • Nominate 10 other bloggers who you feel are worthy of this award. Let them know they have been nominated by commenting on one of their posts. You can also nominate the person who nominated you.
  • Ensure all of these bloggers have less than 200 followers.
  •  Answer the ten questions asked to you by the person who nominated you, and make ten questions of your own for your nominees.
  •  Lastly, COPY these rules in the post.


Now its my turn to ask questions
1. What’s the worst movies you’ve ever seen and why?
2. Do you believe in predestination?
3. What is/are your reason(s) for writing?
4. Have you ever done something just to infuriate someone? Care to share the story?
5. What is your favourite genre of fiction and why?
6. Have you ever travelled on a whim?
7. What do you wish people knew about you?
8. What is your passion in life?
9. Is there anyone in your life you want to be a better person for?
10. If given all you needed, what would you rather be doing right now?

Nominating bloggers with less than 200 followers was not very easy but I found you and have nominated every one of you because I enjoy reading your blog posts. Your work is very much appreciated! In no particular order:

Arts and Africa

Congratulations to all of you!!!

Why We Never Take Our Shoes Off.

I love this. The simplicity of it even though it conveys big emotions.

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I didn’t know whether to rip your clothes off or run the other way. I thought it would be easier if I didn’t stay. However the passion for you still burns as bright as the day we met under the light of the falling summer sun.

I keep my distance now because I see the lust in your eyes glaring at me, almost daring me to run over and kiss you. I know that you know I never say no to a dare so one of these days I might forget where I am, or all of a sudden not care who is watching and plant a big one where I know you want it, right on your full lips. The lips I’ve been dreaming of for months.

But it’s not that easy for us. We have a like/hate relationship. Like I can’t stop thinking about you so come here…

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Guest posting

Hello, blogging world! It seems I have a lot of catching up to do as my reader looks very unfamiliar today.

In lieu of that, I have brought you links to my two recent guest posts. The first was for Look Through My Lens, a blog you’ll enjoy checking out. The author, Michelle is very pleasant and penciled my work in without hassle. She has a guest posting menu on her blog so you check it out if you’re interested in being her guest. The post I sent her was an article on what I learnt about succeeding in life from the X Factor UK Finals. You can find it here.

The second was for The Koterie, a group blog that I have contributed to a few times before. The post just got published today and it is a poem titled Of life and dreams. The poem gives a little insight into why I chose my blog name and has a dab of fiction.

I’m off to see what everyone has been up to. Enjoy reading!

P.S: Feedback is always welcome.

The Day Dreamer

Wire-frames? No no

Last year, I participated in a group project that involved designing an interactive system for a sports centre. In between sketching and prototyping, we had to make wire-frames*. Before then, I knew nothing about it. I have to say that ignorance really could be bliss. Sketching for me was already sad but wire-frames took it to the next level.

What I learnt from that? Group work is awesome when you have people with different strengths.


*An image or set of images which displays the functional elements of a website or page, typically used for planning a site’s structure and functionality.


Have you had any encounters with wire-frames? Has there been anything that you didn’t like on the first try?

This is not a letter

This is not a letter. It is a statement of facts that I feel you must be made aware of.

Far be it from me to judge you for the choices you make. The people you choose to talk to even though I openly express my dislike towards them. Take Paul for instance, who is obviously a gigolo. He does it to get through school? I don’t care. I just don’t imagine that there is much else he can talk about besides women. If that makes me a snob, I’m fine with it. Miss fancypants too, whatever her name is. You’ve refused to see that she has designs on you. Which makes me doubt that you can see well even with those nerdy glasses. She wears pants that look like they might come apart if she takes more than a tiny step but she’s ‘nice’. Asks about me. Someday, I hope you realise she’s asking to know so she might jump on you at the slightest opportunity.

Then there are the habits you’ve refused to drop. Like stealing from my food while I eat, which I find especially irritating since there is always enough for two. You also take arguments too personally. I wasn’t really pissed the other day – even though I pretended to be. Unlike you, I don’t sulk.

The places you go to that I could never enter. Like that awful looking diner you claim makes the best burgers in town. Remember when I had eaten the burger with sighs of satisfaction in between bites not knowing you had gotten it from that ugly place? I don’t hate you for that. I also don’t hate that you can eat a mountain of crap and still look so good. When I comment on this, you say I look awesome. My argument still stands. If I eat like you do I’d be obese.

I don’t blame you for giving in and smoking nine days and five months after you had already quit. It was a rough day and I understand now. I didn’t at the time, made a huge fuss about it and made you feel awful about yourself. I’m sorry that I was difficult. However, I’m not sorry that because of that you haven’t smoked ever since. 1 year, 8 months, 15 days and counting.

I’m only a tad bit annoyed that your taste in clothes is better than mine. I remember the last time you went shopping with me. The sales attendants were in awe of you. How you knew what I shouldn’t pick and what would look fabulous on me. It really should have been the other way around. I wish I wasn’t so useless in that area.

You’re the god of clutter. You say that you are getting better but you end up wearing mismatched socks. Your reason being that half of each pair hides in the washing machine. I know better. I’m the Santa who finds those ‘hidden half pairs’ – in weird places – and matches your socks. I won’t say much about the cushions and the coffee stains on them. A result of your propping full mugs on them while reading.

They say actions speak louder than words. I’m sorry I’ve failed you in both departments. You with your thousand and one little gestures that make me feel loved. Sometimes flustered but always loved.

At first, this may not seem like the declaration of love that it really is. You must read again from the beginning because I want you to see that it is. Even though the words constantly elude me, I’m still in love with you. Coffee-stained cushions and all.

A day with the rain


Found on

Don’t be sad when it pours
Let the rhythm of the falling water keep you company
With its changing tempo
And the irregular chorus of thunder

Sing to the beat of the rain
You may even dance in it
With childlike abandon
And forget the bad and the ugly

Afterwards, sit away from the rain
But have clear view of it
Sip a brew of your choice
As you do nothing else but sit

Spend a large chunk of time in bed
Pull your blanket up to your chin
Let the chill in the air put you to sleep
Relax. Have a day with the rain

110H (1)



This has to be one of the most infuriating signs out there. Especially when you only need a carton of milk, a quick bite or even when you are desperately in need of a toilet.

In the more annoying cases, there is no sign. Just a locked entry and not a single person within sight.

Are there any worse signs that you know of?

I’ll be in and out in no time

Half a Pound

I took a bus headed for town and alighted at the popular bus stop. From there, I started walking. My excuse at the time was that I was getting to know the city I had just moved to. ‘Just’ may be the wrong word because I had already spent about a month there.

In retrospect, it seem as if I was trying to run away from the decision I had to make. Very ludicrous, right? I think my excuse even sounds saner but it is what it is. As I kept walking, I wasn’t checking out stores or wishing I could try the crepes that smelt heavenly as I passed by the mobile food truck. I wasn’t gasping at the beauty of the historic buildings that made up most of the city’s tourist attractions. I was just trudging along without taking note of the turns and the particular places I passed by.

So I got lost in a place where I essentially knew no one. There had been occasional exchange of pleasantries and discussions on light topics but no budding friendships. I suppose I am to blame for liking my own company so much and being wary of new things and people. The point was that I did not know how to get back and it was getting late. My phone was dead and I only had my key card, student ID and £1. I still don’t understand what led me to leave home with next to nothing.

It took some time for my situation to sink in. When it finally did, I just stood in a spot and let my mind work out a solution. I decided I would ask a passerby. It took a while for one to show up. I politely asked how I could get back to the university and she told me how to get to an appropriate bus stop.

My sense of direction is about as good as my fashion sense which meant I was already doomed. So I took to reciting the directions she gave. This was about five months ago. I’m sorry I can’t serenade you with the tune I came up with. Maybe ‘serenade’ is a little too strong but my memory can’t seem to reach for the chant so I’ll stick with it.

I eventually got to the bus stop, looked up at the little sign and saw that the 44 did indeed stop there. A huge relief followed as I noticed that I only had to wait about 9 minutes for the next 44 bus. I did and it came. By that time, a few people had joined me in waiting. I hopped on and the female driver said the fare was £1.50. I felt my heart drop. I squeaked that I only had £1 and I just stood there looking, maybe a little too casually, hoping she would just take pity on my little self. I was holding up the line but she wasn’t smiling back. A beat went by, then two and the guy behind me dropped a pound to join mine in front of the driver.

At that moment, I seriously wanted to turn around and kiss his feet or something equally dramatic. Embarrassment did a slow number on me as I held out my hand to collect his change so I could hand it to him. The driver gave me a disgusted look and went on to imply that I was greedy for wanting to keep the change as well. I’m pretty sure half of the passengers on the bus heard but I emotionally ducked, thanked the guy profusely and went on to take a seat.

By then, the whole scene didn’t really bother me much. I was happy I would be getting home safely and I was not angry at the driver. I might have done worse. I had put myself in the situation so I wasn’t going to blame anyone else. The good part was that I remembered that I had made my decision on the walk.

I got off the bus at my stop, walked to the A block and used my key card to get in. In my room, I think I just watched Netflix for a while before I slept. I didn’t tell a soul what had happened because there was no need. I had been embarrassed but that was life. I let it go. Until about two weeks ago when someone I love really felt bad and I ended up sharing the story. Mainly because I didn’t see the need in saying that everything would be alright when I could not guarantee that. Instead, I shared my pitiful story, she agreed that mine was a tad bit worse and we laughed about it.

Based on her reaction, I decided to write about it. I hope someone else feels better as a result of reading this. Or just laughs at me. Anyway, it’s all good.