Obinna Strange

FATE I didn't really believe that all things are planned. That we're all just part of a grand scheme. I believed we shape our own destiny. But  after i met her i never thought the same way again. It was early december and i contracted an eye infection called conjunctivitis, known mainly as pink eye or here in Nigeria, as apolo. I was in an A level school in Enugu. Ifeanyi was one kid in my hostel who dreaded the very contagious infection like no one other. And knowing that, being the trouble maker that i am, i tormented him with it. Always running towards him and have him run away from me, it was fun. On that fateful Saturday, i remember hearing that he was in one class with a girl he liked, so naturally i went up there to torment him. On opening the door i saw what to me,  was the most beautiful girl i had ever seen in my life. Ok, my heart was racing, i had forgotten totally what i came there for. Luckily ifeanyi broke the ice, "ooOOohhh stephen, why won't y...

It finally stopped raining, the weather was chilled. It was the perfect evening for one of those impromptu strolls I took with the only friends I had at the time. We had done our usual ritual before going out in the evening; we had to keep warm and it heightened our senses. We admired and appreciated nature better. After the almost unending walk, we decided to buy food at S.U.B. There’s no way guys will go to S.U.B and won’t admire the wonders of nature. Yeah, I’m talking about girls. We got to the popcorn stand first to cure our crippling munchies and to use that opportunity to observe anything in skirt that walked past. We stared at all kinds of girls with our eyes and mouths wide open; fat, thin, thick, plump, all pretty. I don't think any girl was ugly then. They all looked "hermosa". She just walked out of S.U.B, phone in hand texting away. I couldn’t take my eyes of her. She had the perfect body, skin the color of caramel, she had a graceful gait; there’s not...

Her Her face was a punching bag. Her back was for pressing clothes. Her hair was a scanty bush. Her skin was mutilated like an ugly doll. Her nails were broken to pieces. Her clothes were shredded without empathy. Her body was beautified with sores. She was a total mess... Talk of the physical. Deep down, as deep as the ocean, her heart was running out of blood. Her soul was lost to the wind... Lost to the wind, yet suffocating. Lost to the wind, lost forever? Her mind was a battlefield. Fighting demons, fighting fears. All she wanted was to be free, Free as a bird. All she wanted was to be safe, Safe like a baby suckling its mother's beasts. All she wanted was to be sane, Sane to think straight and let go. All she wanted was love, To love and be loved. But nobody loved her like her. Nobody bothered to know why a salty Lake surrounded her always. And how she continuously drowned in it. Talk of the emotional.. Her spirit felt dead. Lost in hell, well,...

PEOPLE YOU CALL YOUR FRIENDS Grab a popcorn and probably a drink huh I got something I need you to think on Or let's say someone I need you to ditch on So what's the purpose of my write up?? I want you to man up To be clear headed and take a good look at these people.... People you call your friends Now let's do the analysis How you met them you can't remember How you guys started talking Your medulla can't seem to decipher It's like eating nutella You can't tell how it finishes.. Ask Shoshanna That's how you can't tell how these people.. . People you call your friends are your friends First they act like your ride or die niggas Showing love and care that shocks you to your embers And then the thought comes to your head..  "I just met this person" "He/She is so caring.. Blah blah blah They are just waiting to break you apart like glass They are always open and receptive Listening and sensitive Always there f...

Tiired You know what? I'm sick and tired of everything. I'm sick of trying to be a better person. I'm sick of trying to be happy. I'm sick of acting normal. I'm sick of being broke. I'm sick of wanting to be a goody two shoes. I'm sick of trying to  hold on to my friends. I'm sick of looking for something to believe in. And you know what I'm going to do? I'm saying Fuck it. Fuck being the goody two shoes. Fuck being the loyal daughter. Fuck being that great friend. I know a lot of you will judge me. But I don't care cause I'm sick and tired. Lemme go and drink fanta sef. Crystal's Thought Written By Christabel

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My Opinion on What it Means to be in a Relationship (Part 1) - By Big D These days, it's quite unfortunate that many people don't know what they are doing anymore. As Chinua Achebe of blessed memory said, "things have fallen apart"... A good number of us do things without knowing the implications of what we are Doing. We don't know what is involved or what is required of us.... The consequences of certain decisions we take. We just do things for the fun of it, for its sake or because others are doing it. That's why there is chaos everywhere. We are living in an era of utmost confusion. an era of ignorance of the things that really matter despite our break through in science and technology. This piece isn't directed to anyone in particular, it's written so that all who stumble upon it can look into my mind and see the subject matter through the lens of my eyes and ask themselves this question, "what the fuck have I been doing all these while?...

Behind The Masks                   5:30pm, Old Carolina. We ordered for the third round of the drinks. By this time, about eight bottles had already been emptied. It was a cool evening. The weather was chill, not a leaf stirred. The DJ turned up the music's decibel and it almost added to the highness emanating from the slurps of alcohol already in our stomachs. It was my first time of drinking more than three bottles of alcohol at a time. I guzzled more amounts, periodically, and simultaneously smoking the oris cigarette which was on top of the table. It was the eve of my birthday, so I decided to get some hangover, lols. The liquor was now tasting like water the more I took, and soon, I emptied the eightieth bottle, Musah was on his tenth. She walked majestically in, locating the table after ours. She talked with the waiter in a low tone, almost in a style that we could barely hear some whispers. Soon, the garcon returned with her order...

Sometimes, I withhold from speaking. Telling your friends how badly you've wronged me Or maybe I don't know, It's my mind telling me they'd support you anyways. It is wrong. Yes, The way you treated me I am a woman. Who am I to speak up against you? Knowing well the prospect of being hit again and again. Yet I endure. Trudging to grow a withering relationship. I dare to feel hopeful. That you would change. For the better of course. But No. I end up disappointed It is a usual feeling. That I have accustomed myself to Being let down. Countless times But I think it's enough. I have entertained this pain for far too long Don't you think? Of course you want to keep me,  I am your meek slave Cook when you ask me to. Eat when you want me to. Open my legs as often as you desire Everything I do is for your sole pleasure. But it is not supposed to be so. Long before now, I told myself That there was power in silence than having the las...

He ran. His pair of aging slippers slipped off his feet but he ran harder. Panting. The bus was picking up speed. He looked ahead and his heart pounded harder. The traffic had suddenly eased and the road ahead was clear. If he didn’t get the money from the passenger for the two sausages of gala, he knew what that’ll mean for him. But his legs couldn’t be made to go any faster. As the space between him and the bus widened and his weak legs began to slow, he felt himself tiring. He was out of breath. Yet, he knew that there were consequences for not getting that money. It was not going to be a good night for him. Again. He could imagine what accusations would be piled on his head for another incomplete balance of the day’s sales. He was next to tears when his eagle-eyes caught a hand emerge from the window on the side of the speeding bus and released a naira note. The opportunity to get paid for his gala galvanised his tired limbs. The naira danced drunkenly as drafts of wind from ...

Baby girl na poor I poor I no kill Person. Na broke I broke I no get Leprosy. House wen dem dey use door enter Dem fit still use window enter. You say you want gown of 50k I say gown of 3k wen dem wear with style, swag and yanga na also 50k. Maggi fit be choco-milo if you package am different. Na broke I broke no be craw craw I get You say you want make I carry you go Fast food. Say you want just Rice, Chicken and coleslaw wen you go wash down with big fruit juice. And takeaway: 5 meat pie, three burger. No problem baby. After all if I dey wash you go dey rinse. Na broke I broke no be sense I no get. You say you want Chinese. I buy Drunken Master by Jackie Chan And Best of Jet Li DVD come house. You vex comot. No be Chinese? Na broke I broke I no kill person You say whether na bright future you go chop? I say you need to enter my dream for night see where I dey chop am – my future. Where I dey spend lau lau, where I dey declare drink dey declare things Dey de...

Soulmate mu, whoever you'll be, whenever and however you'll come, at this time in my life, this is how I intended loving you. I have had all ma university fun, not much with girls tho', but enough more than some people would ever experience in their whole life. At the point of scribbling this shit down, I'm somewhere in the University of Nigeria, Nsukka - seated in the lovely hills around a  home called DISTRICT13, somewhere around Odenigwe, after much dankings and sippinz. We rounded up with the celebration of the birthday of a much beloved bro of mine named Andrew moments earlier- what a talented bro he is. There are really few like him you could find around. A boo and bae are seated in the front of Me kissing and sipping some drinks and I can only smile. The view from up here is beyond beautiful, the lovely stars, the beautiful trees, the lovely silhouettes of the magnificiently well aligned residential buildings and the beautiful voice of Sia's melodies in ma ...

What the bloody friggin  hell does gender inequality mean? What was the person who invented that word high on? Why would anyone still accept that women are or should be under men in 2017?  I’m not a feminist; not because I  support the oppression of women but cause in life we only get what we deserve – or don’t. Men hurt women, women hurt men. If a girl stabs me to death today, I’m sure my ghost would understand I deserve it. Maybe the dumb ghost may not figure out how. Well, let’s leave the ghost story for some other time.  What do you know about the war of  the sexes? Men feel women should be the ones dying for them. Women feel men should be the ones slaving for them. Women feel men should treat them better. Men feel women should stoop lower for them. Who is actually treated worse? Fuck that shit! There are as much women hurting men as there are men hurting women. Fuck your tears babe, I have my own pains. Don’t cry me a river sweet-heart, I know why I dri...

I AM NOW A FEMINIST... "I've read quite a few of the seminal feminist texts, but for a long time, I didn't. And I like to think I learned a lot about gender and power by watching local women in Nigeria, particularly women who are sort of lower down on the class hierarchy because I kind of felt that so much was against them that sometimes they exhibit a kind of strength that I didn't find in more educated and privileged women." - Adichie I always want to start with the above thought whenever I scribble down anything on feminism and that's because in the past, I didn't believe that today's girls are suffering half of what the older generation or even the poorer women suffer to be yapping about feminism and gender equality. In my then chauvinist state of mind, I'd think that 'the world is already making genders equal. A little more patience and we're there. Ranting about feminism won't perform magic'. Like I said, this was me in...

Broken heart.. No, not broken, shattered to many tiny pieces.. I don't think it's possible to put it back, to mend it with any glue. Bleeding from the heart, Cut at different edges.. All because of a four letter word, L.O.V.E., drives you insane, makes you do things you don't want to do, then it steals your most precious possession, your heart. Depression is a bitch Worse still, heartache is a curse.  Yearning for comfort like someone gasping for breath.. Salty water always dripping down your cheeks, smearing your mascara.. Too many thoughts clouding your reasoning. No, you can't do this no more,  it's time to flip the freaking switch.. To let go of dear humanity.  not to care about a bloody fool. Time to ride solo .. Time to be a bloody lone Ranger.. To be a fearless lone wolf. Time to devour any timid soul that decides to step on your toes. No cares, no more worries. Just you being alone, again. Written by Olivia.

PAST Every Man has a childhood, Be it Good, Bad,Sweet or Sour. Every Man had a way of dealing with it,while some men still deal with it. Every Man at some point in life had Nightmares as a Child, Some men still have nightmares.. But what to do,what to do,what to do.Most of us do not know…But does that mean we should keep wallowing in our past? If you ask me I do not know…But one thing I know for sure is that… Whoever fights to stand tall can never Fall. Crystal Thoughts..

    Not long ago I was watching a Snoop Dogg/ Wiz Khalifa movie abt weed How it gives inspiration How it sets you in the mood And makes you think outside the box Its not today but den we all know most of these niggas smoke that shit Get inspiration Enter the studio And drop some mind blowing shit Others just smoke it to feel alright Talk to themselves I dunno if there's anyone out there like me I talk within myself Like I see two of myself talking to each other Saying things in my head I do that a lot Thinking to myself Most of my inspirations however come from deep feeling of love & music I dont know for others but for me I do believe strongly in it And it keeps me going I'm trynna get some sleep And all I see is her I wake up And she's there Sometimes we talk Sometimes we don't But most of the time I keep having conversations with her in my head Am not like most of my savage friends who'll always say 'fuck love' Its dif...

     If someone is sincerely being nice. Its not because he could get something from you but its because its the right thing to do. And it'll be a shame on your part to misuse that privilege or take advantage of such person Now am talking based on how I feel right now. I think we as humans should be able to observe and know when we're doing things wrongly. How people around us are being affected. Am not talking particularly to anyone but I just​ feel everyone should know. Some people are not just good at complaining so they'll just keep quiet, they'll stall, they'll persevere hoping you'll turn around and see for yourself that you've been doing it wrong the whole time. They'll wait for you to realize ur faults and sometimes they are affected emotionally when you turn blind to these signs. They keep doing what they do but sadly cox why? They dont feel like complaining. As humans, we must not be told everything. We have reasoning. If you know ...