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The tidings of my heart lingers

Curls around my thoughts like a cobra

Toxic, scathing, scary, horror, roger me?

Contained, I smile. Subtle bended curves

How fallacious

The last thing I'll do is to cry

I mean how can I?

When the well is dry.

Call me, profess. Let me pretend I believe you

The word 'to love' how atrocious!

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Love, they say is a beautiful thing. However sometimes love can cause so much pain. Like when you love someone and its unrecipocated or the one you love takes you for granted. As fun as love is it could also be a torture. Enjoy my short piece on a one sided love.

They say that when LOVE happens
It would wash every pain and my heart it would gladden
I sought, fought and love I finally bought
It was magical for a while
But it later seemed as though somebody lied
This love in which I take pride in makes me cry
Nobody gave me the true picture
No one told me love was a torture
I just want a departure
From this feeling that has got me captured
I want to be myself again
Towards love I am never going to be born again

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I swallowed the red tablets as I writhe in pain."Titi" my mother called from the kitchen. 'maaaa" were the last words I spoke before the blank out.

'Pim pim pin, pim pim pin. Titi snapped from her reminiscing as car horns blasted from the back signalling for her to move. She hadn't heard the first two times because the music she was playing was quite loud. She quickly started the car and got moving. Another car pulled up beside her car with a woman at the driver's seat. The woman gave her a Go-To-Hell look as she drove past her. Titi smiled to herself, Lagos frustration, she thought.

She arrived at the bar, parked in the lot and advanced towards the bar. She adjusted her knee length straight skirt that had gone up to her mid thighs. She brought out her iPhone from her bag and began calling Mystery man. "The rear, last table on the left." He said. She walked towards the table and Mystery man waved to further identify that he was the one. ' Oh my god!' She thought. Pictures and how deceiving they can be. He looked a whole lot bigger than the pictures she had seen. He was like a combination of five people in one. OK, enough of calling him mystery guy. He sure has a name. Titi had met Kunle on a dating site. There this saying that if the mountain won't come and meeet Mohammed, Mohammed would go and meet the mountain. It was this approach Titi took when she joined the site. She was fed up. Tired of falling in love with the wrong people; married men. Hmm, she remembered Paul. Paul however was a story for another day. Here now was the difficulty of being in her best behavior and overcoming the wahala she had put herself in. Because, fat guys to her was a huge No, No!
'Hello', he said as he rose to his feet to shake hands with her. 'Hi' she replied smiling rather sheepishly. " Woah, pictures can be deceiving you look a lot taller and prettier than the pictures. " She wanted to say,'Thanks you look a whole lot fatter and less sophisticated than the pictures too.' Instead she smiled and said " Thank you. "
"So, what would you like to have?"he said as his eyes rummaged her. The waiter brought in the menu and she chose grilled fish and a bottle of Origin while he simply ordered for malt. They got talking. Or better still, he got talking. He began to reel off about his exes and how they all took advantage of him. He talked about how he bought a sports car for a particular lady only to discover she was carrying another man's child. He didn't forget to add how he donated the hospital bill of another lady's sick mother and the same mother could not dissuade her husband when he said there was no way that his daughter was going to marry a Yoruba man.

Titi Could have sworn that since the beginning of the date she hadn't uttered more than 20 words. She sat there, fighting sleep with endless yawns. After about one hour thirty minutes of baseless 'yarn', she finally spoke. " I have to go now. " He got the signal and finally asked, "Where is the waiter o, abi how are we going to pay?" The word WE rang in Titi's ear like a midnight alarm. But, she kept her cool, waiting for the next line of action. The waiter came and he paid.She heaved silently knowing that he only didn't understand the English language so well.
They got to the car and said bye byes. "I'll call you", he said " Ok." Titi replied rather lamely. She got into her car and waited for him to go first.And then it happened, she saw his car. A latest Range Rover. She smiled and drove off too.
She got home and took a quick shower and flung herself to the bed. She tried not to think of how boring, disgusting and time wasting the date had gone. So, she decided to sleep off. She had not slept for more than 15 minutes when she was awakened by a loud sharp noise.

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Episode One

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It was one of those many evenings in Lagos. The moon peeped through the sky like a timid child facing a crowd.

Titi nodded to Darey's Asiko Laye as she stayed stuck in the gridlock on third mainland bridge. Vehicles moved in a snail like motion as though some people had conspired to keep people on the road for fun.Young boys ran from vehicle to vehicle selling Gala and Lacasera.

Titi checked her wristwatch. The time was just 7:30 so she relaxed. Her meeting with the mystery guy was for 8:30. She had foreknown the traffic so she had close from work early. She checked her review mirror to be sure that everything was in place. Puurfect! She thought as she saw her reflection.

The fringe hairstyle she wore clung to her oval face like an Egyptian goddess. A boy ran to the side of the car, "Aunty abeg help me. My mama don run away and the wife wey my papa marry no dey gimme food".Titi smiled to the boy and dipped her hand in her purse to give him money. She combed for change, probably 200 naira but the purse was filled with 1000 naira notes. Alas, she found an hapless 100 naira clinging to the side of the purse. " Take." She said, smiling.

The boy took the money, checked what denomination it was and scurried off without saying as much as a 'thank you'. As the boy ran off, he reminded Titi of her life as a university undergraduate.

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"Adam and Eve, why are you naked? When I am selling Okirika?" "Alaroro no come o, 1 150, some dey buy some dey steal". Titi manoeuvred her way through the crowd as the sellers persuaded buyers to stop at their store.

One woman beckoned to Titi," come buy for here, na here, Omotola and Genivieve na here them dey buy.

There were quite many people in the market. Each person pushing the other so as to get a good bargain for the fairly used clothes. Titi bent down at the stock of a woman shouting, if you tell my President come,  he go tell you ehen ehen ehen. Me sef I no hear word again. 100 naira, cheat me and go.

She bent down to look for something to buy. She was on a low cost budget and her aim was to get something appropriate to wear to a party she had been invited to by a friend. In fact she had gone there with the meagre remains of her monthly allowance.

She had taken the risk since the friend who invited her had said that each girl was to receive 20 thousand naira each just for attendance The prize had been more than appealing to Titi, a sophomore at the university of Lagos whose monthly pocket money was less than 5 thousand naira. She had made up her mind to go to the party, inspite that examinations were to start in a week's time.

She was not in anyway a party freak but the money was the motivation. This was because she was always broke; going from room to room begging for victuals. "Abeg, you get small garri for there? Any chance set sugar sef dey? I for like ask if pure water sef dey but I no just wan disturb you." That was the way she leeched on everyone for survival.

She selected three gowns from the stock and dug her hand inside her bag to pay. When she noticed that her bag had been torn by the side. She quickly rummaged her bag for money but alas! The 500 naira in her bag was gone. She fell to the ground with a loud thud, not even getting aware of the scenery she was causing. Soon enough, people gathered around her to see why a beautiful black lady would fall to the ground in tears. She pointed at her torn bag and claimed that she had kept 15 thousand naira there before someone had stolen from her.

The crowd took pity on her. People came to drop, 100,200 and 500 notes respectively.  At the end of the  whole drama, Titi left the scene with a sum of 10 thousand naira.

She secretly blessed her robber having brought nothing but good fortune to her.

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Love you loads. Kizzes.

I gat no beef for you cos u are Pomo already.