Saturday, 25 June 2016


Everybody has problems. So I'm entitled to mine ain't I?  I knew from a young age that I was special. I saw it in the faces of my mother and the numerous men who lived with us at one time or another. I didn't care about what she did with them even then. She was a slut,  that was her problem. I had better things to do with my head than worrying about her. My father had not been anyone special in our lives.

Thursday, 23 June 2016


She squeezed the steering wheel like it were a living thing she were trying to strangle.

How could Joshua do this to her? How could he hurt her so? There was no justice in the world, only pain and betrayal. She had given him two good years and all it took was a young piece of ass to make him stab her in the back.

Monday, 20 June 2016

Introducing Feature Friday

Hey guys, . how was your weekend? Happy Fathers' day to all that Daddies in the house. All the men in the house, and also all the ladies who are both father and mother to their children, wards or siblings.

Saturday, 18 June 2016

My name is Kong 3

They must've walked for  close to an hour. Ugo took him to a part of their neighbourhood he'd never been to before. It was the Far southern block known as "Babylon". This block was were the drug addicts, Prostitutes and the hopeless came to live. There was no electricity and very little water, which meant the stink was not of this world.

"Kai!" Ugo said, covering his nose. "Fly wey dey learn work no fit survive for here oh."

"This was your idea, not mine."

"So becuz of dat, make I no talk abi?"

Richard was silent, not because he didn't feel disgusted, but because he was scared of opening his mouth in such a place; there were free flowing streams of excrement in the gutters. He moved away to avoid a young girl pouring some dark smelly fluid on the road.

Wednesday, 15 June 2016


Maris turned the tap, once… twice….
 Not again!

The neighbours must've forgotten to pump water. The pot sizzled on the cooker, she needed water. She turned the cooker off, and went into the living room.

“There's no water…..” she called out.

  No response.

Fred was staring at the screen of his tablet like it were his life support system.

“Fred… there's no water,” she said louder this time.

She might as well have been speaking to a coma-tose patient via sign-language.

“Em….did you say something?”

There were times when she pondered if she had made the right choice marrying him. This was one of those times.

Sunday, 12 June 2016


Are you on your natural hair because it's a trend? 
Do you actually want to reduce the amount of harsh chemicals that run through your system. 

What you might not know is that a lot of the so called "natural" hair products,  contain a lot of chemicals. 

So are you truly natural?  

Saturday, 11 June 2016

Bang Bang Bang!!!

Her eyes popped open at the sound of the first banging. Sleep departed instantly; faster than she could say "oh my God!"  Few seconds before the next banging, she told herself (like most people would, upon being woken up in the middle of the night) that it was all a dream; that she'd imagined it somehow. But as her heart beat began to slow down, she heard it again.


There was no mistaking it, someone was at the door.

"Jesus!" She gasped as her eyes settled on the small Casio clock on the dresser. In the darkness of the room, the figures were clear: 3:04am.


Friday, 3 June 2016


Okay. So I haven't posted in a while. I know, I know, I promised you guys that I wouldn't do that, but the truth is .....ITS BEEN CRAZY!!!! I mean, I get the feeling my boss hates my blog and is on some secret mission to make certain I don't have time to post. I've tried everything --- save for googling "where to find assassins to kill my boss" (not that It hasn't crossed my mind)


So here's the scenario, I'm on my way to work one morning, when Victoria starts acting up.

Oh! Victoria's the name of my car(long story). I just think anything that's yours, that has the propensity to act up when you don't give it enough attention, HAS to have a female name.

Enough said.

Anyway, I managed to get her to the mechanic shop, took one last look at her, and hailed a cab. I'm sentimental like that (try asking me to lend you my external hard drive and see what happens-- the Drive's name is Betty by the way!)

Sister Priye 2

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