Diary of A Not So Lagos Girl – Pounded yam at 12am.

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adventures, annoying neighbours, city living, diary, lagos life, Lagos Living, Lagos Nigeria, living, living in lagos, living in nigeria, living in the city, neighbours, noisy neighbours, short stories

I was having a wonderful dream. I knew it was a dream because I had even complexion and also my lashes, nails and natural hair were long and healthy. My nonexistent-in-real-life boyfriend, whom I was about to engage in a very hot makeout session with was just my spec – tall, dark and inexplicably handsome with a lot of sexy to top it up. As you can tell, it was a good dream.

The said dream man (no pun intended) started running to me all excited. Since it was my dream, I changed the scene to a slow-mo type of situation. Chai! The dream was sweeting me. I couldn’t wait for this bobo to catch me. All of a sudden, my bobo’s footfall started sounding like a dinosaur was coming at me. Before I could think about what the heck that meant, the sound kept getting louder and louder until my mind could not sustain the dream and I woke up.

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This is a Man’s World

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brooding, Fear, head wrap, man's world, Musings, walks, young girl

Today I watched, from my vantage point in a car, as a young girl, pretty as a blooming flower walked on her way from here to there..

She could be nothing more than 13 yrs of age or maybe 14 yrs or even 15 yrs. I wondered where she was coming from and where she was going to… From a visit home or from after school classes to a friend? Maybe from after school classes to the market for groceries that would make dinner… I looked on and thought what a pretty little doll she was.

Seating Arrangements

“Chinwe! Iyawo mi!”

Chinwe cringed as she heard the voice that had called her name. She thought to herself that she would recognise that voice even if she was drugged with a brain tumour inducing drug that could make her lose her memory.

As Chinwe turned to greet the older woman to whom the voice belonged to, she wished she had that drug nearby or at least some alcohol in her system. After all one needed to be somewhat numb to face the mother of your ex-fiance.

Diary of A Not So Lagos Girl – Welcome to Lasgidi

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diary, Lagos, Lagos Living, Lagos Nigeria, Lasgidi, life, living, living in africa, living in lagos, living in nigeria, Nigeria, short stories, shorts

Hello World,

My name is Uyai meaning beauty (in case you were wondering).  No, you can’t call me beauty just Uyai is fine thanks? I am an Akwa-Ibom – not Calabar – girl (read young adult but a child at heart). I  live in Lagos but I am sure you might have figured that out from the title of this post.

This is a diary about my escapades as an Akwaibomite in the famed Lagos. The hub of Nigeria, the New York of Naija, the amazing concrete jungle where all your dreams can come true!

Quiet Morning

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups, 100 Word Challenge For Grownups, 100WCGU, fiction

Hello 2015! Hello my ever awesome readers! I will skip the excuses and small talk and go straight to business. Since my brain is still trying (unsuccessfully) to whip up something awesome for my “great return to writing” I will just leave you with my entry for this week’s 100 Word Challenge For Grown Ups. The prompt this week is … As I put the decorations away I…

Here it goes.

Smell You Later

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Daily Prompt: Smell You Later, Dormitory, Perfume

“Knight Out by Knights”. I hated that perfume with a passion. I have only ever smelt that it once after that incident 5 years ago. Just one whiff and I was I was thrown into the fear and despair that was my life on that fateful night …

We were in school and should have been studying for the upcoming midterms but someone thought it was a great idea to turn up the sound system in their car and drown the whole dormitory block with music. Before anyone could say booze, one of the biggest parties of the semester was in full swing.

Sigh

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faith, heart, love, satisfaction

I closed my eyes

I saw your face

I held out my hand and you took it in yours

I opened my arms and you embraced me

I turned my face to you and you kissed me.

When I realised,

that I was in your arms,

my heart breathed.

It breathed satisfaction

It breathed longing

It breathed faith

It breathed love.

My heart it breathed, my heart it breathed;

My heart it breathed a sigh

Long break – no excuse

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Prayer, praying mother

I have been slacking on my writing and really have no excuse. I will just apologise by posting a couple of old works of mine, from about 2 – 5 yrs ago. They are quite short and some of them end very abruptly, so I hope you can excuse that. I was still learning work. 😀

I will start off with one of my faves out of the bunch of them. I hope you like them. Enjoy!

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The Power of A Praying Mother

On her knees in her room, she begins a prayer, “Lord, thank You for my son, thank You for putting him in my arms, heart and life. I ask in the name of your son Jesus that any evil …”

In school, he sees the bus that he is to board, as he gets to it, the driver pulls out and drives off. He is now not just late but also getting frustrated. He turns around to try and stop the next bus heading his way, suddenly, there is a screech and a crash and the bus he would have boarded is upside down and dragging to a stop taking a bike with it. It was later reported that there were no survivors.

“… Thank You Lord for keeping him for me. In Jesus name I pray. Amen.”

To Dance With My Father

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birthday, family, father, love

HI DAD!

*singing* Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you …

Ok, so I know it is quite late in the day, but I would like to say here for the world (comprising of my 20 or so blog readers) that I did not forget your birthday! 🙂 …

Premonition

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Anxiety, family, Fear, Worry

Faster than normal, my heart beats

Fear, tangible with the cold sweat on my palms

my breathing, short shallow puffs.

Outside the sun is shining, the birds are chirping.

It is a beautiful day and all is well with the world.

Why then can’t I shake this feeling of dread and apprehension,

why does my heart worry and trouble me with fears unfounded?

Two days and a phone call later, “You might wanna sit down honey, your dad… he’s gone… in an accident… two days ago”