It’s been too long

Hello world.

I’m here again; dusting cobwebs off this door, coughing at how heavy the dust is, the silence thick enough to slice through with a machete.

I’ve been on a bit of a hiatus, and I haven’t felt like a writer for so long.

Got a couple of nudges last month to try again (thank you Mofe, Deinma, Kunmi Owopetu, Randi Rogers), and I’m willing to start again.

I’ll share as much as I can about what had happened in the past 3 months without boring you, and share what’s happening now as succinctly as I can.

And of course, there will be stories to make you laugh, or cry, or think.



Hello world.

Glad to see you again.

It’s good to be home.

❤ ❤ ❤



Hello, everyone. I’m sorry to have been away for so long

“He has lips like the fish in my mother’s pot of soup. I swear, the guy is just an idiot! 😡 ”

“Ei! Imisi! 😮 You’re the only one that knows oh.”

“That’s a lie. Am I the only one that has looked at him and seen it? Haven’t you looked at him before?”

“Ehn, I have. But I’m not seeing what you’re seeing. 😛 ”

“Of course naa. How will you? 😛 Shebi you’re one of the babes that love him. You can’t see anything more than his fine eyes or his fine face. I’m sure you think his pink fish lips are beautiful too.”

“Well, if you think about it veeeerrrryyyy well, and you’re honest about it, you’ll admit that he’s fine. Especially since I know that all these ones that you’re doing is just fronting.”

“Whatever, Kofo. He’s still an idiot. I cannot believe how one person can be so stupid. I mean, think about it yourself. 😡 ”

“Wait! Why do you think he’s stupid sef?”

“I can’t start from one small place oh. Lemme start from the beginning.”

(ten minutes later)

“Imisi! You like the guy. That’s why you’re so upset with him.”

“Kofo, abeg! That’s beside the point jare! He’s been coming over to my office forever. Some people have already had us married with two kids and a dog, and I’ve gotten more questions than I care to answer, but still your friend is doing anyhow.”

“Ehen . . . 😉 ”

“What? I just don’t want him to come around when I’m married and happy and come and be telling me things like, ‘if I had known’ or ‘I wish I’d said something’. Me I don’t like story. And I realize that I’ve held on this long, not saying yes to anyone cos I’ve been holding out, holding on to hope that he’ll talk. Well, no more.”

“Wait, madam. Did you just admit that you like him?”

“Y-e-a-h! I never said I didn’t.”

“But you’ve never said that you do.”

“Ehn. Well, you’ve heard it now. Happy?”

“Sure, sure. But you know he’s from Ondo state. And another thing, he’s nonchalant, and also shy.”

“Choi! See as disease dey do only one person like this oh. Ei!”

“Babes, chill jare.”

“I’m chilled. but when did people’s ancestral heritage start affecting their ability to love oh, tell me?”

“Madam! I said you should chill now. 😡 ”

“Okay, okay. Ayam sheeed.”

“What I was saying is this: don’t wait. Move on with your life. If he comes sef, you know you might not even answer him. Knowing you, you’ll just probably say no.”

“Let him come first naa. And stop swarming round the shit like fly that is looking for a place to land.”

“Ehn. I hear. Sha move on with your life. I don’t know what his problem is.”

“So you agree that he’s an idiot? 😀 ”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You don’t need to. I know.”

“He’s not. He’s just shy.”

“Yeah he’s shy. With those his pink fish lips. Fine idiot. 😛 “