Obinna Strange

SUITE 303 JERRY MARRIOTT HOTELS His penis didn't agree that he would celebrate with his friends and was just 'looking ground' anyhow. Shantel naturally noticed he was anxious and ran her palm across his chest whispering 'it's not your fault' and soothingly told him 'calm down'. But the fact was He was on a runs girl in a bed in a JM suite, his G was giving another girl serious 'Lamba' (and would have casted him to the others in the sitting room of the suite) beside him on the same bed and his village people where actively working on his ability to get an erection. 1. How the hell was he supposed to calm down? 2. How the hell wasn't it his fault especially considering his low levels of physical fitness where because he was always either on a car or on a bike and the last time he had gone to the stadium was in his 3rd year? Her cool, homely voice called him back to the present and as she teased his nipple, Tope instinctively lowere...

I guess she lied to me about her school, so I lied to her about my age. Now, I don't care what they call biscuit in Ghana or if she's ever been there. Each morning, I dial her number and hope it rings. But I always get the same reply 'The subscriber you're calling, is currently not available' Why didn't I get her Facebook username? Why didn't I ask of her mail address? And how long will it take me to scroll through the list of Lindas on Facebook to get her. What if she uses a sobriquet for her user name? Watching her walk towards me that morning, I already knew something was going to happen. 'Do you guys sell cookies here?' She asked. I stared at her, not certain how to reply. Our eyes met, hers was blue, the colour of her blowse. She didn't take off her eyes and I wondered if my eyes were no longer scary like my friend's girlfriend insists. 'I want some cookies' It was then I saw the line that demarcated her boob. '...

    Have got something in my chest that I've always wanted to let off. Look, don't you find it funny that those things we promised ourselves when we were little not to ever do, we find ourselves indulging now. Am sure you remember when your mom was complaining about your neighbor's daughter sleeping around with men, doing runs girl. You told yourself that you will never disappoint your momma, that being a runs girl is disgusting. Well,  I hope you still have such mindset. Do you remember your street thugs? How they gather in one side smoking and getting high. These niggas are broke and look hungry. They come to you and then ask for #10. You give them hoping they will use it to buy food, rather they go ahead and still buy one more cigarette. And then you ask yourself what they ever gain from smoking crap. You promise yourself you will never touch it. I dunno about you but I do remember. Now, you've grown up, You're in the Uni. Life is different and more dif...

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...