Femi Uncensored

Writer || Cypher_HD "He never understands", she thought as she listened to 25 Adele's latest album with the rain thundering in the background. It had been raining since she left work and she got home drenched. The power had gone out as it usually does when it rained and she had exhausted her laptop charge watching her new favourite series " Two and a half men " and now she was stuck with thoughts she didn't want to have and desires the silly cold was amplifying by the second. It had been two days and six hours since she last had him (yes, her vagina keeps track of time) and about an hour later he stormed out of her house simply because she joked about him being a pussy for not going up to an hour straight. Not that the sex wasn't great,  it was fantastic in fact, but some silly twitter joke about lasting time just popped up and Mr serious pants doesn't never gets twitter jokes. So tonight she was going to have to satisfy this ache in...

I peered out the window as the taxi cruised its way through the town’s main street. I tried to reconcile the pictures in my head with the changes I saw in my head. The main street had been expanded and is about twice its previous width. The local government complex was wearing new paints. “New coats, same folks.” The driver snickered. I had the feeling that it wasn’t the first time he had cracked the joke.  The small maternity home where my mom worked now featured a large adjoined one storey hospital. Even St. Peters comprehensive college, my alma mater had a large billboard that proudly announced its name. Damn, I miss home! I thought. Little changes they might seem but the effect was huge on me. I have spent the last 9 months, far away, in the dusty villages of conflict ridden Sudan. I was one of the Nigerian soldiers selected to partake in the UN peacekeeping mission in Sudan. I miss my family, not that there was many left to call “family” except my mum. Dad had...

I stumbled upon a heart piercing true life story about humanity and kindness. It was posted by Reddit user, Rhoner as a comment to another story. Here's the story: Just about every time I see someone I stop. I kind of got out of the habit in the last couple of years, moved to a big city and all that, my girlfriend wasn't too stoked on the practice. Then some stuff happened to me that changed me and I am back to offering rides habitually. If you would indulge me, it is long story and has almost nothing to do with hitch hiking other than happening on a road.  This past year I have had 3 instances of car trouble. A blow out on a freeway, a bunch of blown fuses and an out of gas situation. All of them were while driving other people's cars which, for some reason, makes it worse on an emotional level. It makes it worse on a practical level as well, what with the fact that I carry things like a jack and extra fuses in my car, and know enough not to park, facing downhil...

I'm sick. . . I'm sick, sick of hearing or reading arguments on how our leaders have failed us. How those whom we 'chose' have turned their backs on us and our collective interests. How the custodians of our treasure trove have gorged themselves silly with the national cake. Mad messiahs that manifest every now and then, seeking to give us bread crumbs in exchange for our dreams. I’m sick, sick of how we have taken a passive stance to the affairs of our nation. How we have turned dumb, spineless sheep to the shenanigans of our leadership. We have allowed religious and ethnocentric sentiments distract and derail national progress. I’m sick, sick of propagators of gender equality . They claim their movement is aimed at “defining, establishing, and defending equal political, economic, cultural, and social rights for both men and women”, yet they seek preferential treatment. Napoleons in human skins that want to be more equal than others. I’m sick, sick of pe...

*** Did you miss Episode 2  <<< Click to read Tuesday. 7:20AM. I was standing in front of the wardrobe mirror when she walked in. I just got back from the bathroom. She stood by the doorway which was adjacent to the wardrobe.  We had not seen each other since I came back from the weekend get-away. I greeted her.

***Did you miss Episode 1 ? << Click to read. Regards to Your Mommsy Friday night.  Some minutes to Nine. I opened my eyes and scanned the view before me. My gaze lifted from the up and down movement of her head between the open fly of my grey shorts to the shimmering blueness of the pool. The live band was performing from a corner, at the southern side of the rectangular pool, they sampled songs that ranged from highlife, Fuji, Afro-pop to blues. Hotel guests were scattered on either sides of the pool, most sat, others danced or walked around to meet and greet.

Aside: This very short poem was originally composed and published (on Facebook) in July of 2012; a period when I had just began taking little nervous sips from the epiphanic wineglass of creative writing. It is the second poem I ever wrote. I was trying to capture the mental turmoil and constipation that befalls a writer before we see the beauty of his/her work. Writer In Distress Momentarily, motion became motionless, Warring ideas encamp bare brain, Blue black, Lilac, Perception becomes deception, Thought-tainted blood, Flowed through nail-bitten fingers, Wood and Lead came to life,  To issue that which had strived.