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I do not always remember the colour of the sky. I do not even know what blue is. My only reality is the darkness around me, and the fact that it is stuck to my soul, a parasite, never to depart from me.

I still see her smiles, her cute dimple. I still watch sponge bob square pants only because she likes bob and would wrap her hands around my neck in laughter whenever he exhibits his numerous naughty characters. I miss Omalingo, I miss her. I miss the way she would wear my big T-shirt and play hide and seek with me. The game sucks now, this is my reality, there is nowhere to hide and no one to seek me.

I tried. I tried so hard to resist the temptations that bore themselves before me. They pleasured me, those temptations, they made me feel so important, wanted."Who am I, I asked myself one certain time, who am I that all these heavenly creatures would want me?".

OH! Ifeoma's preen skin I could not resist, no matter how I tried. Omalingo found out. She shed her eyeballs out and told me to come back to her. She promised to forgive me and love me harder. She begged. She prayed, but she did not understand.


She did not understand that I still loved her. I loved her like the air I breathe, but I still wanted Ifeoma's skin.

"How can you be like this to me Jideofor?" She asked me one cold evening. "How can you joke with my love this way?, I love you Jideofor, don't do this to me. What does she have that I do not have?"

I did not give her any answer. I had none to give. There was nothing anyone had more than Omalingo. Nothing. She was everything. My everything. I did not know this, until that day, when I walked into the kitchen.

The sight of her lifeless body threatened to move my eyes from its sockets. I had, in the very moment, counted the pieces of my broken heart. I knew something had replaced my existence. Something I couldn't fully fathom but was fearful of.

Something no one could fill even if they tried..

Something I knew was, A DARK HOLE.

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I do not always remember the colour of the sky. I do not even know what blue is. My only reality is the darkness around me, and the fact that it is stuck to my soul, a parasite, never to depart from me.

I still see her smiles, her cute dimple. I still watch sponge bob square pants only because she likes bob and would wrap her hands around my neck in laughter whenever he exhibits his numerous naughty characters. I miss Omalingo, I miss her. I miss the way she would wear my big T-shirt and play hide and seek with me. The game sucks now, this is my reality, there is nowhere to hide and no one to seek me.

I tried. I tried so hard to resist the temptations that bore themselves before me. They pleasured me, those temptations, they made me feel so important, wanted."Who am I, I asked myself one certain time, who am I that all these heavenly creatures would want me?".

OH! Ifeoma's preen skin I could not resist, no matter how I tried. Omalingo found out. She shed her eyeballs out and told me to come back to her. She promised to forgive me and love me harder. She begged. She prayed, but she did not understand.


She did not understand that I still loved her. I loved her like the air I breathe, but I still wanted Ifeoma's skin.

"How can you be like this to me Jideofor?" She asked me one cold evening. "How can you joke with my love this way?, I love you Jideofor, don't do this to me. What does she have that I do not have?"

I did not give her any answer. I had none to give. There was nothing anyone had more than Omalingo. Nothing. She was everything. My everything. I did not know this, until that day, when I walked into the kitchen.

The sight of her lifeless body threatened to move my eyes from its sockets. I had, in the very moment, counted the pieces of my broken heart. I knew something had replaced my existence. Something I couldn't fully fathom but was fearful of.

Something no one could fill even if they tried..

Something I knew was, A DARK HOLE.

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Beautiful people, I do not need to spell out what rats are to you,abi? and I am sure lots of you out there share the same amount of hatred I have for them. I mean it, this post is no joke.
I need a pied piper in my life( remember the story of that flute player who used his music to chase away rats from that town.....), yes, I need him. I am sure many of you are wandering what would make me write a post about rats, but I had to biko, I've had enough! Okay lemmie tell you what happened.

Yesterday evening, I had to bring down the our mortar from the table in the kitchen, 'cos I wanted to pound yam to make Nsala soup, and as soon as I carried the mortar to drop on the floor, two big hairy rats literally flew from God knows where to the floor barely missing my legs. Now I was still carrying the heavy mortar, and out of fear I dropped it in a bid to run out of the kitchen, but I did not move a muscle. I did not run because the mighty mortar in my hands, descended on my feet...*crying*

What did I do to these rats to deserve this treatment? I do not look for trouble,I treat them well, back in the school hostel before it was renovated, i did not keep rat poison and crayfish in my woad robe to chase them away,I've been as kind as I can be, but my kindness was not reciprocated.. So, Its payback time.
I've decided to poison them all. As soon as I click "publish " on my blogger account, I would go out and get otapiapia. I promise you, I would spare no one. Enough is enough.
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Beautiful people, I do not need to spell out what rats are to you,abi? and I am sure lots of you out there share the same amount of hatred I have for them. I mean it, this post is no joke.
I need a pied piper in my life( remember the story of that flute player who used his music to chase away rats from that town.....), yes, I need him. I am sure many of you are wandering what would make me write a post about rats, but I had to biko, I've had enough! Okay lemmie tell you what happened.

Yesterday evening, I had to bring down the our mortar from the table in the kitchen, 'cos I wanted to pound yam to make Nsala soup, and as soon as I carried the mortar to drop on the floor, two big hairy rats literally flew from God knows where to the floor barely missing my legs. Now I was still carrying the heavy mortar, and out of fear I dropped it in a bid to run out of the kitchen, but I did not move a muscle. I did not run because the mighty mortar in my hands, descended on my feet...*crying*

What did I do to these rats to deserve this treatment? I do not look for trouble,I treat them well, back in the school hostel before it was renovated, i did not keep rat poison and crayfish in my woad robe to chase them away,I've been as kind as I can be, but my kindness was not reciprocated.. So, Its payback time.
I've decided to poison them all. As soon as I click "publish " on my blogger account, I would go out and get otapiapia. I promise you, I would spare no one. Enough is enough.
visit www.aladyandlife..com

Beautiful people, I do not need to spell out what rats are to you,abi? and I am sure lots of you out there share the same amount of hatred I have for them. I mean it, this post is no joke.
I need a pied piper in my life( remember the story of that flute player who used his music to chase away rats from that town.....), yes, I need him. I am sure many of you are wandering what would make me write a post about rats, but I had to biko, I've had enough! Okay lemmie tell you what happened.

Yesterday evening, I had to bring down the our mortar from the table in the kitchen, 'cos I wanted to pound yam to make Nsala soup, and as soon as I carried the mortar to drop on the floor, two big hairy rats literally flew from God knows where to the floor barely missing my legs. Now I was still carrying the heavy mortar, and out of fear I dropped it in a bid to run out of the kitchen, but I did not move a muscle. I did not run because the mighty mortar in my hands, descended on my feet...*crying*

What did I do to these rats to deserve this treatment? I do not look for trouble,I treat them well, back in the school hostel before it was renovated, i did not keep rat poison and crayfish in my woad robe to chase them away,I've been as kind as I can be, but my kindness was not reciprocated.. So, Its payback time.
I've decided to poison them all. As soon as I click "publish " on my blogger account, I would go out and get otapiapia. I promise you, I would spare no one. Enough is enough.
for more, visit www.aladyandlife..com

To some of us, saying sorry is such a hard thing, but what we do not know is that it might be the only word that can save us from becoming living skeletons.
When you hurt someone, when you wrong someone, and you do not deem it necessary to say sorry, to heal a wound you inflicted on another person's heart, you are gradually on your way to building a wardrobe full of skeletons, living skeletons.

For each weight of pride you add, you lose a piece of inner clothing you wear, you lose friends, you lose loved ones, you lose family, you lose yourself, and when you have lost all these things, when you have lost all these things that make you happy, all these people that bring joy into your life, you'd be left with a void so big nothing can fill it.

Look back at your life, look back at the trail you have left behind, how many pattterns of footprints do you see. Just one? Just yours? No, it shouldn't be. There should be beautiful footprints surrounding yours. Yours should be in the middle, enclosed in all the love you have built with people over the years.
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To some of us, saying sorry is such a hard thing, but what we do not know is that it might be the only word that can save us from becoming living skeletons.
When you hurt someone, when you wrong someone, and you do not deem it necessary to say sorry, to heal a wound you inflicted on another person's heart, you are gradually on your way to building a wardrobe full of skeletons, living skeletons.

For each weight of pride you add, you lose a piece of inner clothing you wear, you lose friends, you lose loved ones, you lose family, you lose yourself, and when you have lost all these things, when you have lost all these things that make you happy, all these people that bring joy into your life, you'd be left with a void so big nothing can fill it.

Look back at your life, look back at the trail you have left behind, how many pattterns of footprints do you see. Just one? Just yours? No, it shouldn't be. There should be beautiful footprints surrounding yours. Yours should be in the middle, enclosed in all the love you have built with people over the years.
- See more at: http://aladyandlife..com.ng/#sthash.EYdrVhdV.dpuf