He had watched people like me come and go, many times over. I could tell this from the manner he looked at me. At that time however I looked past his knowings, and my poor acting; I really needed a way out. It was already getting dark. I was sure to have seen them that morning. Whatever went wrong I couldn’t tell.
My uncle had twins last December and they are turning a year now. And he says those kids didn’t cry hell in his ears. Never. That they allowed him to sleep soundly. Part of me is happy for him. But why didn’t they cry as much? Is it even normal? Maybe am being cynical since I’ve known babies to cry a lot my entire life and it’s difficult to believe that some actually don’t.Continue reading “Baby Sitting!”
No am not. Then why do you write mean stuff? Mean in what way? Just that they are always tied with or rather they are full of mockery emotions. That’s just a way of writing, my style. What style? Satire. Sar-ta what? Yes, see when you write like that they say you are satirical. In writing [and speech], it is mockery [
a style of using mockery] on certain behaviors or things in a humorous way in a way to show the bad side of it, lightly. Most times it may look like you are mean, utterly stupid or plainly mad [insane].
I was chatting with one of my biggest readers the other day and this topic came up so I thought to clear it out to the rest of you dear readers.
“With such an ass my guy, you’ve the jackpot,” It was Chonjo. I sipped my bear, listened and watched.
I had arrived at the CRANKIE’S twenty or so minutes ago, intentionally, had chosen not to bring any company. It was now quarter to nine. Continue reading “Stories Untold”
First of all, I don’t envy you as much
As to wish I’d resemble your youth;
The sun-flower seed doesn’t grow into a baobab tree.
The rantings about your skin and nails
You can choose to like it;
You can choose to hate it,
Well, it’s up to you. Continue reading “Well, it’s up to you…”
Who is looking away right now,
C’mon, don’t you see am talking to you?
Stop with that thing,
put it down, and sit still Continue reading “Mscheeew!”
So last month it’s been raining; cats and dogs, dogs and rats. I can’t complain on the rain but I can express my displeasure on its timing, can’t I? First thing first, it has to f**king stop.
Before you came it was like the day had started off without the sun;