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I am happiest by myself. I like persons; not people. Music keeps me alive. I try to be worthy of God's love. I'm still trying to find my way...

Heck, It's My Right! And I Will Exercise It!

Boys boys di3 abi we no dey fight ky3.
Tr: Men don’t bear grudges.

I generally do not bear grudges unless I find it absolutely necessary, partly because I find that they are too energy-consuming to sustain for long periods. In fact I consider myself quite a forgiving person, almost to a fault.


What I cannot stand however, is the fact that just by virtue of calling myself a man I am expected to rescind my right to bear grudges. Hell! What’s so femininely special about bearing grudges that only women are allowed to bear them?


I simply cannot understand why women are allowed, even expected, to bear grudges and men are not. It’s absolute hot rot, if you ask me (and even you don’t)! A woman will bear her choice of grudge till she, of her own will decides that she doesn’t want to anymore. But the moment a man even falters in that direction, “ARE YOU NOT A MAN?” is slapped right in his face and practically forced down his nostrils. Kai! It’s injustice, I tell you!


As for me, it is my right to bear my choice of grudge for whatever period of time I choose, and I will exercise my right as and when I feel like it! And every other man should too!

To My Brown Sugar...

Brown Sugar,

When I look in the caramel pools of your eyes

I see depths of mysteries I want to explore

A cryptic beauty that intrigues me

And a soul that wields an alluring essence


Brown Sugar,

When you touch me, your hands of delicate beauty

Leave me with a lingering sweetness

Sensations and memories that leave me infinitely giddy

Your lovely hands I wish would caress me, oh so tenderly


Brown Sugar,

I love making you smile

And hearing you laugh, even for a while

And yearn to let my fingers play in your hair

And stare into your eternal eyes


So Brown Sugar,

Will you let me?

Do say you will…