Tequila’s and wine’s

​ Soon we got to ” bogobiri bar “ it was as earthy and good looking as I could remember. There’s always an air of relaxation, with sweet jazz playing in the background, it’s beautiful stone crested walls, palm tables, expressive paintings hanging on the wall and lovely comfortably cushions. We sat at our spot, that’s what we called it. It’s a table by the left corner facing the beautiful painting of Lagos lagoon. Olanna and I love the painting. Because we had different interpretations of it everytime. So we made the table in front of it our regular spot. As we got fully seated the waiter came to take orders. I requested for a glass of red wine, I always preferred a wine of Cabernet Sauvignon red grape. I love the dense, tanic rich taste. Though sometimes I take shots of tequila but this time I needed to be at ease. So I had a glass of fine Cabernet Sauvignon grape wine. While Olanna requested for a glass of “bloody Mary cocktail “ she preferred the peppery, soured alcoholic taste. I think it’s a fine drink but I always prefer my wine. As we sipped our drinks I asked ” what’s the deal with this guy? ” 

Olanna Ugo: Ooh Vic! ( she’s fond of giving people nick names). Well that guy has a lot going, I tell you.

Lara Michaels: What’s up with him, what happened to his mum and wife? Please Lana  just tell me all about him. I was really mean to him. I’m curious. I want to know what you know.

Olanna Ugo: Girl! It’s a lot. ( she’s already a little hammered as she’s a light- headed) Felicity his mum was drugged and raped so she lost it. It affected her reasoning, some nerves where jammed and she went crazy. If she’s left alone she tries to hurt herself, she attempted suicide severally. she’s been like that since he was fourteen years of age. He’s father couldn’t deal with the situation so he left Victor and Felicity and remarried. 

Lara Michaels: Holy shit! That’s a lot. That makes sense that’s why he’s a psychiatrist. And his wife? Sara! Isn’t that her name?

Olanna Ugo: Yes! Poor Sara, she was coming from a friends, it was winter in Sweden.

 I was surprised at the word” Sweden ” . so I cut in…

Lara Michaels: Sweden! Were they living in Sweden?

Olanna Ugo: He’s Swedish, he was a neuro surgeon in psychiatry, teaching the resident doctors classes when i was doing my fellowship inBeckomberga hospital”, in Bromma, Sweden. So back to my story… On Sara’s way home she had an accident, it was a stormy winter night the roads were slippery and she was coming back from a friends party and as an alcoholic she was drunk and didn’t use her seat belt. So the damage was really bad.

Lara Michaels: Jeez! That’s terrible. Ooh my goodness.

Olanna Ugo:  she had issues with her spinal cord so her legs are useless. But luckily for her are remaining senses are fine. And she’s a little bit of trouble. Even before the accident she was a difficult person. So Victor moved to Nigeria for a united nations job on mental health. We both accepted the job, he  really wanted the job because he wanted to evince to the world that giving what you have matters. Me because I have no choice, I’m Nigerian I have to help my society.


I couldn’t stop thinking about everything. Joe showed up at Bogobiri bar, I think Olanna sent him the address. But they both pretended it was a coincidence but I knew it was bullocks. But at this point I didn’t care at all, all I could think about was Victor. How he was dealing with everything. How overwhelming it would be for him. Taking care of a sick mum and wife. I wanted to find him that night. I really wanted to. I wanted to tell him how sorry I was for being so insensitive. But I couldn’t, as I did not know where he lived. I thought to myself “maybe ask Lana since she’s pretty hammered”. But then he’s married and Olanna mentioned how difficult his wife was. I couldn’t do anything I just sat still left with my thoughts couldn’t make a word or move a muscle. The only time I moved a muscle and spat some words was when I called for shots of tequila. Somehow I felt I offended everyone even the day itself.

    It’s quarter past ten and at this time Olanna and Joe (the artist) were all smuggling up, in the couch right behind. I think they were making out. I wasn’t so sure, I couldn’t look, I was married with thoughts. I could only hear their giggling and whispering. Well lucky girl  Olanna,  at least she found an item on her “sexket list”. 

Olanna Ugo: Lara, Joe and I want to check out the hotel. I’ve heard  the bed is amazing! ( she said with a bright smile, a wink and a raised brow)

Lara Michaels: I’ve heard as well. ( I said sarcastically with a smile and a grin on my face)

Joe( the artist): No really ! It’s nothing, we’re just going to do an artistic survey.( weird smiles)

  I dragged Olanna aside, ” listen babe are you sure you want to do this. You just met him.”

  Olanna Ugo: (smiles) Remember my sexket list? He fits into number 10 and number 15. So I’m so going to do him. Your girl is going to get laid tonight. hahaha..”

Lara Michaels: I know about it. But you’re drunk, I just wanted to know if you still want to go through with it.

Olanna Ugo: I’ve been depressed for 6 months because my boyfriend since high school which is your brother, left me for my 40 year Aunt on our wedding day. Told me even at 40 my aunt is still in shape and way hotter than I am. Even if she’s 10 years older than him. I’m trying to loose weight it’s not easy, it wasn’t my fault. You know I gained the weight after surgery. I understand that you’re just trying to be a good friend and looking out for me. But I would love you to stop looking at Joe with your judgmental look. And let me have some fun. I could use this!

Lara Michaels: Okay! I’m i i …I’m so sorry. I’ve told you how sorry I am about Philip. He has always been the spoilt one. I’m so sorry Lana about everything. Have some fun, we’ll talk in the morning. But before you go please give me Victor’s number. I need to apologize to him.

Olanna Ugo:  Okay Lara I will . (she gave me his mobile number). Take care sweetheart.

   Olanna and Joe left for the “Bogobiri guest house”. I suddenly felt an air of sadness. My own brother, broke my best friend into pieces. It was such a complicated case. The 23rd of April. A day my mum fervently looked up to. As a Yoruba woman, she planned the wedding for months wanted it to be perfect. She wanted to the whole world to know her only son was getting married. The look and her face when he dumped Olanna, my mum passed out. Literarily. On the floor of the church. She couldn’t bare the shame of her son leaving his bride on the altar, because of he claims he’s in love bride’s aunt. It was unheard off. She cried for months. And kept begging him to come back to his senses. Mum believed Philip was cursed, by a witch. She couldn’t bring herself to believe her poor little Philip would hurt another woman so bad. She went to different churches, sicking for some spiritual intervention. 

 But there was nothing wrong with my brother. Or perhaps there was, only not a witch’s curse. But a spoilt, selfish little brat inside of him.

  I called for my third shot of tequila, and my thoughts drifted back to Victor. I thought of what to say when I call. I couldn’t think.of anything. But I still wanted to call, so I dialed his number. “Grr..grr..grr! Hello! Victor Schmidt here, who I’m I speaking with… Hello… Hello..”( the call cuts..)  I was silent I couldn’t make a word. But I called again. ( this time I spoke)

Lara Michaels: Hey Victor it’s Lara Michaels. Lana’s friend.

Victor Schmidt: ooh hi, how may I help you?

Lara Michaels: Victor! I’m really sorry for how I reacted. I had no idea… I’m so very sorry. 

Victor Schmidt: You sound weird, where are you?

Lara Michaels: I’m at Bogobiri bar, getting my grove up. You’re missing… Where are you?

Victor Schmidt:  I see. Too much to drink I suppose. I’m at Bogobiri guest house.

Lara Michaels: What are you doing here? Ahh I see, you’re stalking me! 

” I’m right behind you” he said, I felt a tap on my back. I turned around. “Ooh you’re here for real, what are you doing here.”  

Victor Schmidt:  I already gave my mum some morphines and sedatives. But I’m here because my wife threw me out! I couldn’t even drive here I was brought here by the poor Ucalegon.”Peter” he needed a place to crash after his house burnt to the ground, but couldn’t stay at mine as my threw us both out of the house. 

 I was shocked at this, ” my wife threw me out”. Why would his wife throw him out, I thought to myself. He called for a shot of tequila. And then he started talking about how difficult his wife has been after the accident. How she breaks things and had the worst temper. And sometimes he gets so overwhelmed he doesn’t know what more to do. I told him to change topics, as I could sense his wife’s topic upset him. Later he talked about his love for books, and apparently we both love ” John Green ” he admired how awesome he writes. I loved that he loved ” John Green “.  “I have a collection of his books at home. But I have one here” he mentioned .  which one” I asked. “An abundance of Katherine’s” he replied. Ooh I don’t know that one, I’ve only read’ a fault in our stars’ and ‘Will Grayson Will Grayson’ ” I replied. Then I asked if I could see the book. We went into his hotel room together. We talked about the book. He opened a bottle of wine, we had a  few glasses. We laughed a lot. He wasn’t as bad as I thought, I had thought to myself. He talked about my eyes how bright they are, and how he can’t stop staring at them. How in a long time he laughed for real. He moved closer and gently pecked me on the lips. I jerked away. Then reproached, pulled him against my chest and kissed him…


Did they stop there or they went further?. Find out on September the 23rd.. πŸ˜‹

Word of the day “Ucalegon”


13 hours to Sweden

I’m writing a new story called “13 hours to Sweden”.

It’s a love story filled with, pain, love, and different true life experiences. It’s about a Nigerian girl named Lara Michaels that fell In Love with a biracial man named Victor Schmidt. Victor is a Mexican/Swedish psychiatrist and Lara Michaels is a Nigerian physiotherapist. There will be 10 chapters so we have a long ride to the end togetherπŸ‘ŒπŸ™Œ.

Gringos and Collectables

  I sat still, gwaping at my shadow. So plain, so simple, a lot much taller. And I wondered why. Why taller? Why plain? Why simple? Why so at ease? When the body itself is complicated, overwhelmed, hurt. I jerked up and started running. I ran so fast that I couldn’t find my shawdow anymore. But then my shadow had taken the next train back home, because the sun was out again. So I fell on my feet and wept for the absence of what I once ran away from. But was it all about the shadow or perhaps I wept for the absence of something greater!

My name Lara Michaels I’m a nigerian girl who fell in love with a biracial man. 

   It is a wet saturday afternoon in Lagos, the traffic was insane. I had an event on “How the society affects mental illness” at Terra kulture. The event was supposed to be by 4:30, its 4:15 and I’m here still stuck in traffic. Even if i stay not too far off here in Lekki. On a traffic free day its about 20 minutes to victoria island from Lekki. But today just wasn’t it. I left my apartment 3:30 so i could make it early but here I am stuck in lagos traffic, driving in my  white beetle car. How my friends hate the car. Especially Olanna, she feels it makes me look poor and too ancient for a 26year old. I couldn’t care less, I loved collectables. I had bought the Peugeot bettle from a 90 year old man that lived across the street, it was quite new. He took good care of it.

  Soon I arrived at the parking lot just in front of the event centre (TERRA KULTURE), I kept a stop to my car engine and called Olanna. Her phone rang but she didn’t pick up ” where could she be” I thought to myself. “Perhaps she’s in the event centre already, I should go in and check”. Olanna was supposed to come over to my apartment 2 hours earlier, we had planned on going to the event together. Since I waited and she didn’t show up and wasn’t picking her calls, I decided to come anyways. ” shit! I’m 30minutes late” I dashed out of my beautiful collectable and ran into event centre. Somehow I still got a little wet by the rain. On getting in, the stage play was just starting the hall was almost full.I searched for Olanna but couldn’t find her. So I saw an empty looking seat, I passed in between the audience seated.  I had a gasping sound from the actors, got distracted and sat on a seat I supposed. Argh! What are you? Blind?  The man I supposedly sat on raged. “I’m so very sorry was so distracted by the play”  I replied, everyone turned around and all eyes was on me for a few seconds with mumblings in the background until OLANNA saved me. “Ppssss! Hey, girl over here” I followed the sound of her voice and saw Olanna waving her left hands for me to come over. I went over to her and we started with our small talks. 

Lara Michaels: Girl! I was worried sick, I tried calling you several times. But your number wasn’t reachable.

Olanna: Well that’s because your stupid phone is the problem, tried calling it several times as well. But no the damn thing doesn’t read signals. You need to throw it away. Also I had a meeting with my fellow psychiatrist.

Lara Michaels: LANA! (short for Olanna”) come on. Now you’re going to blame it on my phone. Really! 

(Both chukkles)

 “Shhhhhhh!” A sound  came behind from  the man with a pipe stuck in his mouth. ” listen if you’re not interested in the play get out!”   We both had an amusing expression worn on our faces, then we smiled at each other and focused on the play.

 The play lasted for 30 minutes though I talked with Olanna halfway through it. It’s barely 5 minutes left. Yet I feel like I quite understood the play. It was about how the society affects mental illness through negligence and other menances. I had a more foggy interpretation truthfully. I hadn’t paid much attention. Soon the stage play was over and then, PHASE II started. It was time for poetry lovers and art lovers,  to express their thoughts through poetry and art. The theatre was divided into two sections, the poetry lovers on the left and then the art lovers on the right. I love art, but poetry stole my heart. Perhaps it’s because it leaves me with pieces of puzzles. I stayed with poetry and would join art later. Unlike Olanna who liked art more and would claim she loves art because of a cute guy on dread that caught her eyes. So many poets came out expressing their works of art which was their mind. Some wore mask to hide their identities. There were rumours that among those beneath the mask where, celebrities, people in the government, famous authors, bloggers and writers. It was beautiful, different people with different background, and with similar thoughts. It was absolutely grandiose. I immediately wished I had a glass of wine as I watched the event. For me wine grapes are lovely but a Cabernet Sauvignon or Bordeaux wine will do. For some weird reasons Bordeaux clears my mind off side talks and I focus better. Weird isn’t it? Oh well soon enough you’ll learn more about my other super powers. So back to the story… The event was so grandiose until he spoke. Yes there’s a he, damn he’s annoying. I got up from where I was seated and was walking to the art session when I heard his voice caught my attention. It was precise, judgemental but I will admit it beautiful. The best poetry I heard that night. I somehow found myself back in my seat lust with his words. His words piercing and gentle. The accent, I couldn’t recognize. Perhaps Italian or French I couldn’t tell. 

 He’s poetry tells….


    We stand so tall, we wear our garments called pride and our boots called confidence. And say Yes! I’m the king. I make the rules. I decide. What if this, what if that. And so there we are, left with an army to protect, to inspire to oblivion, but look at us. We’re lions, and we eat our cubs for breakfast, our lioness for diner and then we adorn ourselves with jewelleries made from their broken bones shattered by our teeth.  Look at us, just look at us. We have soaked ourselves in the blood of those we once knew as family. Society this, society that. We Blame the society, but we forget that make the society . You,me, us. We all make up the society. It is time to actually do something. And let “what’s if” sleep.

  (Applaudes by the audience) My mouth was dry everything!  The saliva gland had gone on the next train to Australia. The remains of the mashed potatoes I had for lunch in my teeth had eloped to Greenland with remains of the thyme soup I had with it.  My mouth felt like a desert, but my mind was on the contrary was a fast moving train with chatters in it and noises everywhere. There were so many voices and for a second I couldn’t decern which  to listen too. There was a noisy market in this train called my mind.

 He was right the indigenous accent guy, soon the train ( my mind) starts to slow down.And I thought for a while about my aunt Josephine’s mental illness. If somehow I’m responsible for it. By not doing much. Maybe if I had checked up on her more often. Or made small talks with her. Perhaps made her take a walk or exercise, or write down her feelings in a book, or play mind games like chess. Made her do something to burn the negative energy. Perhaps she would have been sane. And she wouldn’t stare at the wall for hours like she now does.  I Immediately felt an air of bitterness.

 He was right, everything in his poetry was true. Except for the fact that he made himself sound so righteous. I was suddenly filled with hate for someone I praised a moment ago. What I hated the most was the effect he had on me. Nobody ever had such effect on me. 

  I moved over to the art session and met with Olanna. She was with the artist, the guy with a dread hair and caramel skin. He looked like the Jamaican Rastafarians. Lana giggling all the time, even at things that weren’t funny. What a slut. She’s not even interested in he’s artistic talks, she’s only doing it to fulfill her number tenth and number fifteen item on her “Sexket list” like she calls it ( a list for sex fantansies she would like to have, twenty two sexual ideas on the list I tell you). “No. 10 Have sex with an artist, No. 15 Have sex with a cute dread headed man ”  so he fits two of her sexket list items properly. Poor guy. Perhaps he’s not innocent himself. He’s been gwaping  at Lana like a hungry dog. I caught him staring at her boobs twice.Soon the event came to a close and people where seen together making small talks, laughing and gigglings. 

 Olanna Ugo: Hey girl, what’s up did you enjoy the poetry?

Lara Michaels: Ooh it was alright. Except for some guy in the mask. He’s poetry was good but still, he was damn judgemental.  

Olanna Ugo: Well I’m not surprised they’re lots of ” I know it all “ in poetry. Meet my new handsome, intelligent friend “Joe Dandy” he’s an artist and he has really nice dreads ( she winked at me, but I already figured out about the sexket list situation) He’s from Haiti, so he’s French is quite good. Joe meet Lara my best friend she’s a physiotherapist .

Lara Michaels: Nice to meet you Joe.

Joe Dandy:  My pleasure.madmollse

 I left the two proposed love birds and I took a walk around the gallery. The paintings were direct and attractive to look at. The one that mostly fascinated me was that of people falling off a bus. “I know right! The painting has a deeper meaning and that’s probably what your soul finds”.

  I know that voice anywhere, though the accent is more clearer. It’s the poetry guy! I turned to see the face of whom must have spoken. My God! He was gorgeous! Which only made me hate  him more. He’s eyes were blue, or maybe green it was difficult to say. His lips were neatly craved. He’s fine blonde hair and his well chiseled nose. And then I noticed a scar on his chin. 

Olanna : Ahh Victor! I see you’ve met my childhood friend  Lara Michaels.  Victor Schmidt meet the beautiful Lara Michaels. Remember her, you once admired her picture on my phone.

Victor Schmidt: Now I see why. You’re even prettier than in the photos.

 Lara Michaels: Thanks Victor ( smiles)

Olanna Ugo: Victor is a friend and collegue. He is a renowned consultant doctor in psychiatry. He has worked in many hospitals across the globe. Helping the state of mental illness of individuals worldwide. By volunteering and treating individuals for free and influen…..( Lara cuts in)

Lara Michaels: I get it. I get it Lana.

Olanna: Okay! I’ll leave you guys to chat.

 I gwaped at him for  few seconds. “Are you a poet also! You must be French your accent is a little weird.”  I said.  He replied ” hmmn! You dont say. Not French actually, you’ll find out later”

Lara Michaels: I see, because I couldn’t quite get the accent during your poetry.

Victor Schmidt: Ahh! You figured me out already ( smiles)

Lara Michaels: Who wouldn’t. You poetry was beautiful, but not the best. The voice was so judgemental.

Victor Schmidt: hahaha( laughs) common on. I only said the truth. Apparently people don’t like the truth. I should know better. I’m a renowned psychiatrist remember.( he mentioned with his left eye brow raised, he was joking but I didn’t get the joke) Google me you’ll find my works everywhere.

Lara Michaels: You definitely think you know it all( chukkles)

Victor Schmidt: I do know a lot actually. I spent 12 years studying medicine. I did lots of night calls so I could shorten my residency of 5 years to 3 years. Which I did. I know a lot because I’m daring. I’m not scared to try. I think I see that in you as well. Keep up with that attitude and you’ll go places.

Lara Michaels: Trust me I have gone places for a 26 year old. You keep up your judgemental “I know it all” attitude. And you’ll loose your job.

Victor Schmidt: ( laughs out loud) I can’t loose my job. I’m a consultant in addiction psychiatry.

Lara Michaels: So… How does that change the fact that you’ll soon be jobless.

Victor Schmidt: ( chukkles) Psychiatrists that specialize in addiction psychiatry are rare all over the world, it’s difficult to loose you job as one. But if you do as a consultant you can get another job within 2 days. But then how would you have known that. Since you’re so naive and young. Little girl! 

Lara Michaels: “oh no! He didn’t”. ( I said facing Olanna). Did you hear what he just called me ” little girl”. ( Olanna made a face, smacking her lips together)

Victor Schmidt: No offense but you’re actually little in size. You should be around 5’3. You’re like a cute little gummy bear. ( chukkles). Grr! Grr!(His phone rings) Olanna sweetheart my wife’s calling, I have to go now.

 Olanna Ugo: ( clears throat) Okay Victor, say hello to Sara. 

 I turned to Olanna, ” did you hear what he called me, he’s so rude! I’m going after him” Olanna replied ” I’m so sorry babe he seemed rudeb but he was probably having a bad day, but you were rude too and I’m not just saying this because he’s a friend. But babe, let it go” 

 I was still there standing, thinking of my next move. I was so offended, I wanted to get back at him, so badly. So I went after him. ” Hey ” Gringo “ (“ gringo” it’s a mexican slang for a white man or woman). 

Victor Schmidt: Did you just call me “gringo“. Listen little girl I don’t have time for thi….( Lara cuts in)

Lara Michaels: How dare you call me little and naive. You have no idea what I’ve been through. Because of your white previledge and  coming from a rich and stable country you don’t know what it is to survive. All you Europeans are only good at being so judgemental. So you all think you’re  perfect. Well listen Gringo you don’t know half of the shit I’ve survived as “naive and little as I am” ( she said suspending her two hands in the air to illustrate her sarcasm for the phrase “naive little girl”.)

 Victor stood and gwaked at her, until she jerked him with her thin sharp voice. ” ooh so youll just stare and say nothig” she said. 

Victor Schmidt: I’m a little irked and confused. You don’t know me, look at you judging me due to my skin tone and my nationality. You don’t know the amount of pain I consume everyday. Some of us, don’t stay angry and judge people by what we see on the surface we actually do something. Congratulations you just became the president of the judgemental team. You know what Lara. Exercise burn some negative energy because you clearly have a lot to let out. If you’d excuse me I have a sick wife and mother to take care of..

 Victor dashed out of the muson centre and hopped into his van.I stood at the aisle watching him go. I suddenly felt some form of paralysis and speech defect till he left. I wanted to call him back to say ” I’m sorry, I over reacted” or “ I didn’t know you had this going on” or hug him. I wanted to say or do something but I couldn’t my mouth was so dry and my sense of speech was suddenly dead. My muscles felt like a machine that needed to be reacharged , because I couldn’t move them. I watched him drive off. Then I felt a tap. I looked around but everyone was doing their business. The tap was no one, it was my inner self waking me up. 

  I walked gently to where Olanna was, still flirting with the artist. And I asked her “what happened to his wife and mother? I didn’t know they were both sick. I was a jerk!

Olanna Ugo: I told you to leave it be,  Victor is a strong man. He has a lot going he can’t stand unneccesary drama. It’s not everytime you have to make a point Lara. Sometimes you need to just stay quite because you never know where the next person is coming from. ( The artist guy chipped in ” yea, Olanna is so right. You’re so smart sweetheart “.)

 I looked at him(Joe  the artist ) and rolled my eyes in disgust. Ooh please he just saying that so he could get a chance with her. Men… I thought to myself.

Lara Michaels: Please Olanna, tell me all about him. What happened to his wife and mother. Okay let’s talk over drinks.

 Olanna nodded her head in acceptance and we both went for a drink at ” bogobiri bar” in ikoyi about 15 minutes drive from Victoria island. We walked in my Peugeot and I drove out of TERRA KULTURE. I spent the whole 15 minutes listening to Olanna talking about Joe ( the artist guy ) and what they talked about, how they had so much in common. How he’s such an environmentalist. How he only use’s healthy, environmental friendly products for his arts. It was a horrible 15 minutes drive it felt like 3 hours, listening to how awesome and clean Joe had painted himself. Once when she asked what do you think. I said ” well he’s an artist a really good one actually ” but it was said sarcastically but she was blind to the sacarsm and kept talking or perhaps she decided to ignore it and bury herself in the illusion of “Joe the artist” the perfect match and so she could fulfil her sexket list number 10 and 15. Though my thoughts drifted from time to time, thoughts about Victor. What exactly he’s life is like. What could be wrong with his wife and mother. ..

Word of the day: Grandiose

 If youre indeed curious about Victor Schmidt’s life as I was. Check back  3 days time for chapter 2…. Feel free to hit the like button and leave your comments below πŸ’žπŸ’ž


Life is Eccentric.

​Growing up is sometimes filled with delusions and dreams, some of which are fulfilled and well for others, we realise that our minds have failed us.

It is so funny now to remember that we all thought we were welcoming victory all the days of our lives. Or perhaps there is nothing funny here at all, and it is only that victory itself happens to be the identical twin of defeat.

You know, always having a glass of wine with victory is sometimes bland. What’s the fun in routine? What happens to the quinessence of life – the concept of learning and getting better in every areas of our life?

Moreso, life will always strike a balance – some lose, some win. The truth is, defeat should be felt and victory should be mourned but defeat should not be regretted but learned from, though many at times we are livid at ourselves and situations that we blame for defeat.

But then these are times in our lives, that we understand that life is not always what we want it to be and that essentially, life is eccentric.

I leave you be…

 Words of seamless’may.


Grow OR stay stunted

​Why is there so many religion and very little love?

Why do we exist in an environment where there’s so much technological advancement and people still live in pain?

Why do we consume ourselves in the vague and shallow things and we forget the things that really matter?

So tell me why are we so consumed in ourselves that we don’t care about the next person?

Tell me why we spend so much in the love for money that we neglect our true selves.

Are we so entangled in the urge of being another, that we imitate the wrong things just to be accepted in the society?

 We sell our true selves for a penny just to be accepted by the people who care very little. Why?

  Money buys very little, it only gets you materials, it doesn’t get you love, affection,care then tell me why should you bury yourself for that. Money buys the temporary, money doesn’t define you. It is necessary, but do not sell yourself for money it brings so much sadness, pain, depression, regrets are the worst.

Learn to love, LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! 

YOU can love but you need to start with yourself, love yourself then you can love others! Love freely without expectations, sincere love is when you care freely without expecting anything in return from the one you care for.

 The Answer to our shallow society is love, love yourself today genuinely. Love isn’t being selfish it’s being selfless. When you understand the word selflessthen you can truely love freely.

 I know it’s hard! Oh God its hard! We live in an age where everything is staged. There’s so much bitterness in the world, so much hatred, so much pain, so much conflict. It’s sometimes consuming to be around all that. I get you.

But! But! It starts with you, it starts with how you treat the one next to you. It starts with how you respond to the next person. Smile at someone sometimes, you never know who you just saved doing that. Don’t forget to hug someone you see in pain.

  You can save a life doing the most little things. A change starts with you, starts with me, starts with us. It all depends on us all of us. If we decide to see the world in a positive direction or decide to remain a plant with a stunted growth.

  I leave you be….πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’ž

It’s honestly do not have any title for this. Just me talking.

​ I just finished a bottle of wine, I’m still sane. I’m just thinking, thought it was going to make me feel better. But only made things clearer. I have lost, I have fought, and I have survived. I have being confused, I have loved, I’ve been hurt a lot but I still didn’t stop believing. At some point I felt I have no match I’m just one individual different person. So what?

 I have scars, some you can see. Some you can’t. I let people in, I shut some people out. But there is something that we all struggle with sometimes, the fear of the unknown. What is tomorrow like? Can you keep pushing? Can you be a better person? In time all that answers itself. I lay on my sofa and I think, why do we dwell in our own sorrows. 

  Many people thinks it’s stupid to quit my massage job and be a caregiver, but I think its my own way of smiling after the sunsets. Agh! That beautiful view, you know at 4’O clock when your carpet is warm but cool. Damn I love the sunset!  

  I love every oppurnity to.help, because i have learnt that people leave whether you like it or not. So why not do it, and not live with regrets. Being a care giver is my own way of making a mark. My own way of feeling alive, useful. My own way of making a difference. What’s yours? It could be anything, it could be paying someone’s cab fare when they never expected it, or telling someone how beautiful they look today. Or what you admire about them. You could save a life without knowing. If you ever have a chance to help someone. Help! You don’t need to know them. You don’t need to get anything physical in return. You don’t need to over think about whether or not they really need help. You can’t say, you honestly can’t say, if you had the chance to help someone and because of your fear of being cheated or wanting something back, you don’t help you’ve wasted colours. Lots of it, and you’ve turned off you’re light and so some place is dark because of you.Because of your assumptions. If you can’t be happy at the moment it doesn’t mean any other person shouldn’t.

  Everyday before you close your eyes, ask yourself, what have I done today, this week, this month?  Have I changed a life positively, with my thoughts, words, actions. I’ve I made a positive difference. We’re not perfect so it fine to sometimes, to want to be extra extra careful. But the world is not just about you, I give to beggars when my heart wants to reach out to them. What if the person, was deceiving me. So what? How would you have been sure anyways. Here’s one simple truth, if you where in a position to help someone today. Perhaps mentally, physically, emotionally, psychologically or in whatever way and you don’t. You have wasted life, you have wasted hope, you wasted faith and you probably did change a life, only NOT positively.

 I’m writing this to reach out to anyone who might stumble upon this, life is sometimes hard. But it’s harder for some. So touch a life today, stop wasting colours. Hug someone today, tell them they’re beautiful, kiss them on the forehead, a smile can do a lot. If you have a crush on someone, tell he/she. If you like someone tell he/she, if you love someone tell them, there’s no shame in saying it. Don’t expect that they should know, words go a long way. 

 I will never apologize for who I am, I might not show that in person. We all have fears you know. And that bitch makes us weak. But I want to say just one thing. Never settle if you have the OPPURNITY NOT TO. 

 Be happy, be thoughtful, drop that pride sometimes, so you don’t loose someone you can never replace, you’re best friend, you’re genuine love. Your heart. 

  But then you might someday get a chance to love again, to feel alive again ,to live again. If you ever love, like or admire anyone never hesitate to tell them how you feel. Fuck that fear of rejection. Like I said fear is not your friend, neither is he your brother or your companion. Let him go sometimes or he makes you lose what you might never get again. Don’t just let life live through you, live through life itself.

                       I leave you be….

Words of seamless’may.

             ” CONATIVE”…

Will The Rose Grow Thorn’s!!


Love love love! Those words are understood differently, by different individuals from different cultures and different traditions. But here’s the thing “love as they say it is no respecter of  nationality, skin colour, gender,sexual preference” He hits us all one way or the other. Anyone can find themselves in the twist and turn of love. As much as some of us are cynical about it, deep down in our subconscious we want to feel, we want to have a taste of it. We want to love or to be loved. That’s what I think, What do you think?



Six months is long gone and Celeste and Ayman seem so happy together, going on vacations. Loving who they are around each other. Having dinners with family, meeting more family members at dinner parties. She really didn’t think it would be so beautiful, the relationship so real. So mature and so airy. Celeste has always felt that relationships that are so serious are Choky “but this was different she would say”. Lara found them really cute together. Ayman was supposed to come pick Celeste up for a get together with friends by 8 it was 15 minutes past seven when she heard knock on the door. ” oh that must be Ayman! So early” she said as she struggled to lock her necklace round her neck. She walked to the door opened it and while looking down to fix her sandal buckle she said ” babe this is quite early you know, very unusual”. And then she looked up and was stunned at who was standing right in front of her. Michael! Michael! She said aloud. ” what are you doing here she asked”. Michael replied ” Hi Celeste! But would you at least let me in”

 Michael: Thanks for letting me in, and I know you’re angry or confused about how I completely disappeared. But it wasn’t really my intentions a lot happen when I was in Ireland. I was robbed and stranded, I basically lived on the streets that’s why I couldn’t contact you. And then I had to start working in a funeral home to make some money so I don’t loose my admission. But then there was a riot one time, and I was shot I was in the ER for months on life support. So I got better and I couldn’t just think of a life without you that’s why I had to come back to Nigeria immediately. I’m nothing without you Celeste. I feel like my whole life was a mess because you were not there with me.

Celeste:  You disappeared for two years Michael leaving me hanging. I was so lost I couldn’t get through to you any how. You numbers where not available and you never responded to my email’s. Michael I have a good thing going on right now, don’t  complicate things for me. I really don’t need this drama.


Michael fell to his knees, holding Celeste’s feet together. 

Michael: Babe I have never for once stopped thinking about you, I only did breathe properly when I saw your face. You’re still as pretty as you were, still as gentle and gracefully. I can’t imagine a life with someone else, Celeste. Look at me, just look at me I’m walking with a cast around my neck. I’m for real babe and I’ve come back for you.

Celeste:  I’m very sorry all that happened to you, and I really would like to help in any way I can. But to be with you again! Now! Isn’t possible Michael. I’m in a relationship, a really good one, and its fresh I don’t want it darted by this. So all we can be is friends Michael, nothing more. But I’ll help in anyway I can. 

Michael bursted into tears …

Michael: (sobbing) I understand Celeste, I perfectly do. But I don’t even have where to stay for now, you know I have no parents, nobody! Everyone I love is dead expect you. But I guess now I have to accept the fact that I’m all alone in this world. ( still sobbing).

 Celeste assist him up saying….

Celeste:  You’re not alone you still got me, but as “A friend and nothing more”. So stop crying,  I’ll hold your hands through this tough time,  and you can crash here for a while till you get yourself together.


Michael hugged Celeste, and pecked her on the cheeks thanks so much thanks babe.

Celeste: You’re welcome, but stop calling me babe. I don’t think Ayman will like that, that’s what we call each other. You can call me anything else.

Michael: Anything else! Anything else like what, ” babe ” that’s what we call each other. And by the way whose Ayman? Is that the supposed boyfriend ?

Celeste: Michael! Michael! Stop being so melodramatic. Okay! Just shut it, I’m still very overwhelmed by all this. Give me a break. 


Celeste walked to the refrigerator grabbed a bottle of orange juice and opened it. When she heard a knock on the door, Michael being closer to the door opened it. And said ” Hi how may I help you”. Ayman replied ” ooh hi, I’m Ayman. I’m here to pick up Celeste “. Michael gawked at him, with a smirk on his face. ” ooh so you’re Ayman , nice to meet you” he said shaking Ayman. “Come on in Celeste has been waiting for you”. 

Celeste: who’s that! Who’s at the door Michael!. Ooh hey babe. You took so long today. ( Celeste said to Ayman)

Ayman: huh! Michael huh!  The runaway guy. He finally came back. Exclusive! ( Ayman sad sarcastically).

Michael stared at Ayman smiling, and thinking of how much fun it would be to compete with Ayman. Michael has always loved competition, he always looks for every avenue to evince to the world that he’s just the perfect guy. Show off business is he’s passion and drive. He’s always prepared for a show off, and never misses he’s lines. Always keeping to the script. Which he of course wrote himself. 

Celeste: Yea, babe. This is Michael my ex, erm… A lot has happened. Can we just head over to my room, I want to speak to you for a second. ( Celeste said to Ayman).


Celeste excused herself saying…

Celeste: Hey Michael, I’ll be right back. Make yourself comfortable.

Michael: I sure will. 


Celeste walks Ayman into the room, and bolts the door. ” Hey babe, I’m so sorry for all this drama, I really didn’t know he was going to just try to walk back into my life. He showed up today, saying all sorts that happened to him. How he’s been robbed, and spent time in the ER” …

Ayman: (sighs) huuuhhh! Well what is going to happen now, are you thinking of going back to him since you were technically married to him?Where does that leave me Celeste!

Celeste: I don’t know Ayman I’m so confused…

Ayman: You don’t know? That’s all you’re going to say Celeste! I don’t know? Celeste we have an awesome thing going on, unnecessary drama ruins everything. Dont let it dart this.

 Celeste: Baby we’re going to be fine, I probably just need some time to think. I can’t push him away just like, we where married even if we were only together for 3months before we lost contact, but then we dated for 3years. Now he’s homeless injured and lost. I cant just abandon him. But I’ll try to figure this out. And I promise not to get you so darted.

Ayman: Celeste! What happens when I run out of bandages. What happens when I’m only bleeding and left with no bandages. Who would fix me Celeste! That’s my problem with drama, that’s what it does Celeste, it confuses and saps you off all you your energy. And probably leaves you with nothing but regrets. I’m in love with you Celeste and that’s why I’m even saying so much. Ordinarily I wouldn’t, unnecessary drama kills Celeste. It kills the mind. Celeste you know what being with you does in my life, everything you do makes me smile especially when you talk so passionately about politics or how myopic humans can be. I just love everything that makes you, YOU. And I really want you to stay, but if this drama continues I probably might just take the highroad because drama makes me loose myself. I don’t want to ever be that man.

Celeste: So you’re saying you’re going to leave me!

Ayman: Is that the only thing you picked out from what I said, really Celeste! 

Celeste: You’re not the only one who finds this difficult, confusing and dramatic. I didn’t say I was going to leave you. And you’re already thinking of walking away Ayman! Just like that! 

Ayman: Celeste you’re over thinking this, I’m the one who feels powerless here. You still married to this guy. And you’ve known him longer than you have known me. You technically still belong to him. So I’m so soo… I don’t even know how I feel right now.

Celeste:  I think I just need some space and time to think. He’s going to be staying here for a while, he has no where else to go. Which makes everything super complicated.

Ayman: Why would you agree to that? To him staying here Celeste. Does Lara know about this?

Celeste : Not yet, but I’ll tell her soon.

Ayman: Okay, I’ll give you all the time you need.we’ll talk later.

Celeste: Ayman! I love you. And If I was left to choose I would always choose you.

Ayman: Well, life huh!

 Ayman walks out of the door, he’s eyes were now so teary. He walked to the living room, Michael tried to say goodbye but Ayman ignored and drove off.

Celeste leaned on the door, gradually fell to the ground and broke down in tears. She cried for a few minutes, went to the bathroom washed her face and went to check on Michael.

Celeste: Hey Michael, sorry for taking so long. Here’s the keys to the spare room, there’s food in the kitchen whenever you feel hungry. Make yourself comfortable. I need to be alone for a while please do not disturb unless it’s life threaten.

Michael: Hey Celeste, are you Okay? I’m here if you need to talk.

Celeste: I’m fine thanks, if you really want to help. Give me some space.

Michael:. I sure will, I completely understand.

 Celeste left for the room jumped on her bed and fell face down on her favourite feather pillow. Sobbing. And she thought to herself, “do I choose a guy I had met in only six months, and feels like my soulmate over  someone that was supposed to be my husband for years.”

Celeste was left in a big choosing game, where she can’t have both. Will she be smart enough to pick right or will she be blinded by emotions and be myopic.


Celeste! Celeste! !


All Celeste did was hope, hope that he could see beneath her scars. That he could see her heart bled. That he could see through the make up, mask she wears, through the smile she wears. Through everything. Would his eyes lit up enough to see through her and save her. Or perhaps he’s dwelling in his own pains also.

Celeste! Celeste! Lara called. You have refused to answer me, it’s 1pm and you’ve been sleeping all morning doing nothing.

Celeste: sorry had a bad hangover

Celeste unbolted the door for Lara to get in.

Lara: Hangover?

Celeste: yes! Hangover, had some tequila shots with Rita last night.

Lara: Really! Anyways some guy came looking for you this morning.

Celeste: oh, no. How did kalakuta find where I live? He most have checked the employment records. I am really beginning do dislike this guy, what the hell! Why would he come to my house to ask for money for a job I didn’t even do. He didn’t even care if I was doing okay or not. I’m so calling him to quit I’m done with this job! Hasn’t brought me any luck so far.

Lara: Relax Celeste, I don’t think it was kalakuta at the front porch this morning. Didn’t you say kalakuta was dark skinned?

Celeste: Yes, he’s dark skinned,average height and good looking but then he looks like a money lover.

Lara: Well this other guy is really good looking I couldn’t get my eyes off him and he brought your wal…

Celeste: ooh please! I’m sick of all these extremely good looking stalkers anyways. I told you to stop telling me about them. Tell them I don’t live here any more. The only thing they have to offer is their looks, they’re not very smart. It’s so disappointing to see someone look so handsome and have a numb brain, just so wrong. I don’t want to hear about these guys anymore they’ll only increase my depression.

Lara: Can just shut up! And listen to me and at least let me finish my conversation before you cut in! What is your problem girl?  But wait, did you say you’re depressed? When did this start?And I’m not aware of it?

Celeste: I’m so sorry if I sounded rude Lara, I’m just so sick of everything, I feel like I’ve lost my drive. I’m so scared of doing anything. I’m just so overwhelmed by everything happening lately, and the hangover is killing me.

Lara: Aww; my dearest Celeste come here( Lara hugs Celeste) you’ll be fine, your smart beautiful and intelligent. Life is only teaching you to be strong. Take things one step at a time they get clearer that way. I’ll make you some chicken soup to help with the hang over.

Lara forgot completely to let out the fact that it was Ayman Ahmed who was at the front porch with Celeste’s wallet. Will Celeste ever find out? 

Celeste! Celeste! Lara called. The soup is ready! Celeste hurried to the kitchen in only a towel because she just got out of a hot shower.

Celeste: ooh spicy! Just the way I like it. Thanks Lara you’re the best cousin ever.

Lara smiled and went to her room. It is now 7pm and Celeste decided to go for a walk. When Lara asked ” where are you going?” and Celeste replied that she was just talking a walk.

Lara: okay! I’ll bolt the door behind you. Celeste! Celeste! 

Celeste: yes Lara. 

Lara: It was a guy named Ayman Ahmed that came this morning and he brought your wallet.

Celeste: Did you just say Ayman Ahmed! Same Ayman Ahmed! The proud pilot guy!

Lara: He’s a pilot? I knew that guy was just so dreamy and charming. Sweet! He dropped he’s number, he asked for yours but I said I couldn’t give him without your permission.

Celeste: What! Come on Lara, you should have given him my number.

Lara: No way, you remember the last time I gave some guy you’re number, you went crazy and lectured me about ethics all day. That was why I called you to give him yourself.

Celeste: I don’t even know how I feel, I’m angry and glad. Urrgghh! I hate this feeling!

Lara: Haha ha, you’re having a crush or you like him already! Cool! He’s a pilot! Listen babe, if you don’t want him, I’m so interested I don’t mind the age. 

Lara said with a smirk on her face. Celeste stared at Lara and sighed, her imagination had ran wild of why he really came to see her. Different thoughts ran through her head. ‘ could he be that, he came to apologize and ask me out on a date’ no! ‘ maybe he just came to apologize and drop the wallet’ , ‘or perhaps he cane because he had a burning desire to see me again’. At this time Celeste was lost in thought and had a solemn smile on her face.

Lara: why are you smiling like that? What are you thinking about?

Celeste: Nothing! And I’m not smiling;  Celeste said in a hurry, and walked back to her room, then she went back to the living room to ask Lara for the number. She jump and her bed and cuddle her favourite feather pillow with thoughts of whether or not she should call Ayman. She debated on that in her head for 30 minutes, before then jerked out of her bed and picked up her cellphone and dailed his number.
Ayman Ahmed: Hello;   The calm subtle voice from the other end of the phone said.

Celeste: Hi, erm  ugghh, this is Celeste!

Ayman Ahmed: ooh hey Celeste, I don’t even know what to say. Or how to say it. That’s why I really wanted to apologize in person. I’ve been a total jerk to you. That’s so not me, I’m telling you. I guess I was just pissed because it took a lot of work for me to finally Allow myself meet some random girl my mum wanted me to meet.

Celeste: well, weird isn’t it. That I had to be that random girl. And I wonder is there  more to life itself.

Ayman Ahmed: what do you mean Celeste?

Celeste: I mean, so people would feed their minds with thought of the whole event being fated to happen, but honestly I think its just a weird coincidence. You know coincidence happens but the weird ones are so confusing. You know what forget I said anything. And apology accepted.

Ayman Ahmed: thanks Celeste. You know I can’t stop thinking of the fact that if I had met you under a better circumstance, I think we could have really hit it off. You’re smart and beautiful and cool. I’m so curious I want to know what make your brain tick. I’m hoping you’ll give me a chance to get to know you.

Celeste was blushing so hard, her face lit brighter that the morning sun. She instantly wished he could ask her out on a date. Perhaps he already did.

 Celeste: well, erm.. I really don’t know what to say, honestly. 

Ayman Ahmed: I just asked you out on a date girl , say yes! Please say yes!

Celeste: I would only accept a job, maybe it will end up as a date. I can’t say for sure. But that’s the only thing on the table. Are you going to take it.

Ayman Ahmed: you leave me with no other option Celeste, I’ll take it. I’m sure it will be a great time.

Celeste: Okay then pick me up by 6pm

Ayman Ahmed: Pick you up? I thought you said it wasn’t a date. Haha ha.

Celeste: No it isn’t! Fine send me the location I’ll be there by 6pm.

Ayman Ahmed: Definately, I’ll be looking forward to that. Sleep well, Celeste. And see you too.(” hahaha classic girl drama” Ayman thought to himself).

Celeste: okay you too.


After the call Celeste was swoon with joy,” I’m going on a date she cried out aloud, yay!, ooh I need to pick out what to wear, I need to do facials, I need to shave my legs ooh jeez I need to do a lot. Lara Lara! I need some help” Celeste cried out aloud.


It’s a rainy Tuesday, ooh how Celeste loves to watch the rain. The way it washes off all the heat, and the nice lovely calm breeze  that follows, she would say. Its 5pm and Celeste was already dressed, only getting some help from Lara for her heels buckle. It was 5:45


time to be on the move. She said her goodbyes to Lara. 

Lara: Bye sweetheart, have a nice date. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.

Celeste: oh come off it! I don’t really like the guy just a crush, and a crush can be crushed. He sort of has to accept me for who I am and be willing to support me with my dreams before I can go down that road. You know Lara it’s not that simple, I don’t think you can meet someone in a short while and all that can happen. So I’m okay, nothing will happen I don’t like him yet.

Lara: if you say so, but you know you truly can meet a guy and within a short while and you can really like him, if there’s so much genuine love, care and trust. It only takes one thing, being real. If you both are real and true to each other. Don’t be scared to be yourself, if he is real you could connect mentally, emotionally and even physically. Just be real, no need to hide. If he finds that wrong then he’s either a jerk or you’re not just compatible.

Celeste: wow! Never heard you talk like this. Thanks sweetheart.

Lara: you’re welcome and have fun. Love you.


She gets to the hotel reception at the desk she asked the receptionist, ” I’m here to see Ayman Ahmed , at room 60B. Can you help me with that “. And then receptionist told her it was the fourth floor. So Celeste took the elevator to the fourth floor. On getting there, her heart raced as she stood in front of a door with sign “Room 60B”. She knocked on the door, and there he was with that beautiful smile and that handsome face. Ayman on the other hand couldn’t believe his eye’s. So he stood there zoned out, still with that smile on his face. 

Celeste: Ayman! Ayman! Hello I’m still standing outside in front of your hotel room. Are you going to let me in, or you’re just going to stand there gawking at me?

Ayman Ahmed: oh my goodness, forgive my manners I’m just captivated by the way you look, I can’t even move. I can just stay here all night, this is a good view.

Celeste: haha, fine we better call it a night. 

Ayman Ahmed: ooh come on just teasing, come on in Celeste. You look so amazing. Those black, bold beautiful heels and that lovely red dress. And those eyes, damn! Have you come to make me loose control of myself? Haha, just kidding.

Celeste: funny guy, so we should start the massage.

Ayman Ahmed: Really? A massage in those heels. Come on Celeste! Let’s just call it a date.

Celeste: it’s a job first then we see how it goes.

 So he laid on the bed, and she started massaging him and then there was a knock at the door. The room service brought the wine. He offered her some wine and then she had a glass, and then he said to her ” oh, I thought you were going to say you are on some kind of diet” they both laughed. While she was massaging she saw some scars on his shoulder, and asked ” where did you get this” and he replied ” it a gunshot wound from when I was in the Turkish army” . Then Ayman said to her.

Ayman Ahmed:  Alright, wait just stop! Celeste my mum was right  I really needed a woman in my life , some that is smart, beautiful, intelligent and above all that we connect on so many level. Celeste we can jumb into different conversations and not be bored. The other day I came to drop your wallet, I don’t even know how I found myself on your front porch. I just felt so stupid for how I acted towards you and I had this burning desire to just see you again. And my mind was left with thoughts of who you really are. I really can’t explain what this feeling is, but I know that you’re someone I would love to be with. Someone that when I’m back from work I want to laugh with and end my day with. 

Celeste sighed, held his hand said to him “ooh Ayman” . And then gave him a peck on his left cheek. 

Celeste: I find you very attractive and can’t explain how I really feel either. But this all moving too fast.


And then she got up, picked up her bag and was on her way out. When Ayman hurriedly ran towards her, pulled her to himself and supported her waist with his hand saying ” Celeste please let me in”  and then tilted his head.

         The End.

Watch out for chapter 5, next week Tuesday. Will Celeste let him in, either ways let’s play with our imaginations.

Love Seamless’may.

Will the volcano stay dormant?…*


Do I get livid at the era, I was born into.

Or perhaps get swoon with joy.

They say as people get older, they learn how to adapt to life.

Do we adapt to the wrong things or man over them.

* sigh *, do we follow trends rather than create our own inventions.

It baffles me why an eleven years old should trend on Instagram or Facebook, for the most appalling things. I wite them not, when the one’s who call themselves parents poses as just a figure head. The name is a title for them, they never act it. Perhaps just a few do.

When we ourselves that claim to be adults, spend time showing off our lies to the world. And because the viewers are not entirely different, they believe and go to extreme measures to be that way. 

All for what “NOTHING”, “NOTHING” , “NOTHING”.

IF you think spending quality time imitating other peoples shallow lifestyle is being trendy, than I would rather remain staid.

Remain Staid and be free, Remain staid and be myself,Remain staid and live my life however I want to, and take responsibilities as an adult should.

So let’s ask ourselves one simple question today! Will the ” volcano remain dormant or perhaps erupt.”

Either ways are we prepared for the outcome. Let us not let our life, hopes and dreams erupt right in front of our faces, leaving us hopeless, dreamless and with sleepless nights. Because if we do not ignore what another thinks you should be like, what the society thinks about the way we should exist. We would only loose ourselves. Don’t waste colours today, there is nothing wrong with being different from the norm. Embrace who you are, and live your life as long as you don’t hurt others,life will accept you and with time the society will. But what would hurt more is having to wear a mask everyday and hiding beneath the shadows, it kills gradually.

 Yes I tell it does kill, your personality, your uniqueness, your joy , your mind, your whole being, your very existence, everything that makes you “you”, everything that makes you who you are.

So please throwaway that mask and let life breathe upon you, allow yourself live a little, give yourself a chance to mark a mark and change lives. 

I leave you be…

Words of seamless’may...
Word of the day ” Labialism”


Drama beats Celeste!

​ Sunsets are beautiful, that subtle glow they give, the soft warmness felt on the skin. It’s so amazing. Absolutely beautiful! Celeste always said. Ooh how I would love to be wedded by sunset, It’s an amazing feeling!

  It’s a beautiful Monday evening, the most busy time of the week. Because a lot of clients do call for massages. And since Celeste is the only one who can give aromatherapy, she gets more jobs on monday. Mondays are great days for Celeste, more jobs, more usefulness, more money. She just loved the act of being useful, and having a well spent day, by making a difference in someone’s life even if its by relieving them of pain. Celeste left for her first job by 4:45pm, kalakuta already sent the details through an SMS, the address lead her to a tall high black gate with brick fenced compound. She knocked on the gate ” who be that” a faint masculine voice asked in pidgin. Then there was an answer at the gate a very light skinned short, skinny man opened the gate and answered ” yes! Wetin you want”, Celeste replied “I’m here to massage Mr Ayman Ahmad”. He stared at her face for a few seconds, and then he gawked at her repeatedly and said ‘ha madam na you! They don they wait for you’ in pidgin English. He let her in by moving aside, and then walked her to the living room. On getting in she met a beautiful plus sized woman with a bindi on her forehead. And then she hugged Celeste and said to her ‘ sweetheart we’ve been waiting for you! Hurry we’re late?

  Celeste wondered why she said( ‘ we’re late’ who are the ‘we’, it’s only me and I’m right on time so, what’s with this woman! Well weird clients’ she said to herself.) She followed her up the stairs everywhere looked magnificent all white and gold. It looked holy, it looked spotless, she couldn’t even touch the railings, the fear of getting it soiled. Pardon me ” I’m Aliyah, and you are” the woman with the bindi said, ‘Celeste! Celeste replied, nice to meet you ma’am!. So her steps where very gentle on the stairways rather then when she ran up and than the stairs at home. They got to a room and it was painted pink and the interior design had a touch on purple on everything, the pillows the chairs the curtains all had a touch of purple. As they got into the room a woman tall black model looking ushered her in ” you are late” she said, ” and pretty”. And then she said ” come sit, we need to do your Makeup! They’re waiting” Celeste bewildered and said . “Oh come on Celeste there’s no time” just don’t say a word it’s normal to be confused ” said Aliyah. And then the model looking lady did her make up so fast and in 15minutes, Celeste felt like a different person entirely. Dressed up in Sari and makeup with red lipstick. Celeste tried to speak again but she was shut up again. 

 Soon she found herself in another room with two men, the younger looked biracial, average height good looking and looked subtle, and the older man looked a lot like the younger one but skin was whiter and more pale. A help came in with a bottle of wine and a bottle of champagne with a couple of glasses. Celeste being fed up of the whole drama busted out saying, “what is all this, I’m only here to massage, not here for a movie audition”. They all gawked at her a few second and laughed, and the pale looking man said ” wow! You’re lucky son, she just met you and already she’s planning on giving you massages. Celeste was now so confused, “what’s happening, what’s going on! Celeste said,Aliyah replied ” ooouuu! Sassy, I love her already son. She’ll be a perfect wife”. Wife! Did you just say wife!. Celeste yelled in shock. Ooh, dear Ahmad help Celeste with some wine! Aliyah said.
 yelled in shock. Ooh, dear Ahmad help Celeste with some wine! Aliyah said.Ahmad filled the glass with wine, Aliyah handed it over to Celeste. Celeste stared at the glass, took her bag on was about walking out of the room when two muscular huge man, guarded the doorway. Aliyah said ‘dear Celeste I know how you feel I almost ran away too when I met Ayman’s father Ahmad, it’s only natural for the tension to get to you. So I prepared some bodyguard just in case. I see that we are exactly the same ” sweet!”

 Celeste walked back in took the glass of wine and gulped it all, and then nicely reached for the bottle and took a huge gulp of it. ‘Oh my goodness Aliyah, she’s just like you! That’s exactly what you did when we met’beautiful! Said Ahmad. Aliyah replied “yes honey,exactly! I love her already, fierce!

 Celeste thought to herself ( the perfect explanation for this is a movie , or comedy skit a prank by my cousin’s or something. Because this shit is fucking crazy,. So.I’ll play along, because I could be on TV right now, who knows).“So Celeste meet Ayman my dear son he’s a pilot with Qatar airways and so he travel’s all the time that’s why he’s still so handsome and single. But he’s amazing!”Aliyah said. Ayman replied ” hi, Celeste very nice to meet you, hopeful we can get to know each other better’.  ‘nice to meet you too’   Ayman! Celeste replied. Celeste your aunty said a lot about you ‘ Celeste replied‘ really, she did? She said quite a lot about you all too I guess!” Ahmad let’s leave Celeste and Ayman to talk some more! Aliyah said. “Sure honey” Ahmad replied they both left Celeste and Ayman to themselves.

Ayman:I’m half Nigerian and half Turkish! My father is Turkish my mum is Nigerian. 

Celeste: oh, really. Well I’m fully Nigerian?

“Celeste I’m so sorry about all these embarrassment ” Ayman said, “thank God somebody understands, that’s what I’ve been trying to explain to everyone. You did call  kalakuta for a massage didn’t you” Celeste replied. “Oh yes! I understand the act of forcing someone into a marriage because I am in such situation, and I really do not know what’s wrong with that man( Kalakuta) the therapist should be here by now! wait a minute’ Did you just ask if I called kalakuta for a massage!, how did you know about?

 Celeste: That’s what have been trying to tell everyone, but you a keep shutting me up? I’m supposed to be your therapist from Kalakuta!

 Ayman: Oh my goodness! Why didn’t you say anything? 

Celeste: ooh no, I tried, oh I really did try. Everyone was shutting me up, and your mum was crying to me tell me she doesn’t know if you’d fly one day and get lost in world. How she needs hope for you and bla, bla. It was hard to see her cry?

Ayman: really, it was hard to see her cry? How hard was it for you to say ‘ooh sorry I’m not who you’re expecting, I’m just a masseuse here on a job, and this is family business not my concern, my concern is my fucking job’ how hard could that have been?

Celeste: huh? So now you blame me, for being dragged into a confused environment, I didn’t know what was going on! Mr goody two shoes. You didn’t just expect me to go crazy and fight everyone. As a pilot I expect you to be exposed, opened minded and enlightened enough to understand that when you find yourself in crazy situation you remain calm. Which was exactly what I was doing, besides I thought this was a movie or comedy skit, or a prank who something. So please do me a favour and shut the fuck up!

Ayman: really you think, you an ordinary masseuse could be a famous star, just like that! How gullible are you?

Celeste: you’re just a proud arrogant man, I’m so filled with fret having to exchange words with you.

     At this point Ayman and Celeste are staring at each other in confusion, there is so much angry, confusion, eeriness in the atmosphere. The yelling from the voice attracted the attention of Aliyah and Ahmad. Aliyah busted in saying

Aliyah: Is everything alright we heard yelling.

Ayman: Oh, mademoiselle Celeste please do the honors and tell my sweet mother what the fuck is happening?

Celeste: You’re rude and stupid?

Aliyah: what! He’s a Royal you don’t use such words!

Celeste: That’s it all of the areallsick, I’m out.

  Celeste tried getting out, but the body guards stopped her. She yelledat them and started hitting them both on their chest to get out of her way.

Ayman: let her go, she’s a fraud!

Aliyah: What? What do you mean.

Ayman: oh, yes! Mum she’s an ordinary masseuse. She WS supposed to come massage me. I ordered for a massage at kalakuta’s and she works for him.

Ahmad: A masseuse! This is a Royal family my son will never stoop so low?

Aliyah: I’m so confused, I I I iiii…short of words.

      Celeste where red confusion and maybe tears, the embarrassment and unnecessary drama was too much for her to handle. She had never felt so belittled and lost. Her purse fell as she struggled with the body guards, she knelt on the floor and hurriedly pack her belongings into her purse.And ran down the stairs at this point she didn’t care about how graceful the stairways looked, or how careful she be with the wall not to stain them. She spanked her feet in a hurry on the stairways and touched the walls as she ran down the stairs. On getting down stairs she met an indian looking woman in  the living room arguing with the gateman, telling him how much the family is cursed. How are niece got into an accident because she’s being matchmaked with Ayman. And throwing a huge amount of money at him telling him she doesn’t want to be in a possession of a cursed money. And storming out of the house, the gateman hurriedly picked up the money and kept some on his pocket. He stoodup, stared at Celeste with a wide smile on his face saying in pidgin ” madam na condition make crayfish bend”( an adage in pidgin meaning in this context that “it’s because of my situation I’m stealing”). Celeste shook her head and walked out of the house. Getting outside the compound she stopped a motorcyclist and said to him. ” Take me home!, I say take me home “.

The man on the motorcycle stared at her with amusement ” na wa ooh, madam I don’t know your house ooh”.( really! I don’t know your house)

Celeste :I don’t care, just get me out of here now!

Motorcyclist: no walaha( no problem).

  Celeste left the premises and headed home, she stopped over at a liquor store and bought herself a bottle of tequila( silver). Got home played her favourite playlist mostly songs by “End sheeran” and “Chain smokers”. And then she said called her drinking buddy her cousin ” Rita” and Rita loves alcohol, the excitement on her face when she saw the bottle if tequila they danced and had shots finishing the whole bottle. To Celeste dancing has always worked for her, it has been her own way to letting out emotional, mental stress, confusion, sadness and hurtful feelings. 

 They both got drunk and blacked out, grnnnhh!grnnhh! Her phone rang.

It was morning, she managed to open her eyes but the call had cut off by then. 10 missed calls, all from kalakuta. “Celeste where’s my money, how can you not deliver my money or have you ran away with my money“… She couldn’t finish reading the text the light of the phone was getting to her eyes. She was having a really bad hangover.

Grnnh! Grnnh! Her phone rang again, it was kalakuta she picked the call. 

Kalakuta: So, you didn’t hear your phone ring? Sine yesterday you haven’t delivered the money? What is wrong with you? Is it because I told you you’re the best massage therapist I have? Don’t let it get to head? Give me my money? I need money. Because if you don’t bring the money today… 

  Celeste throw the phone underneath her pillow, and let the call on while kalakuta was still talking.

that man is such a girl” she said to herself.

 At this time the door bell rang, Lara answered to door and Alas! It was Ayman. 

Ayman: Hi, I’m Ayman Celeste forgot her wallet. May I see her, is she home?

Celeste, Celeste, Lara called. Celeste got up went to her door and bolted it.Mumbling to herself ” for goodness sake I have a hangover and I want to be let alone, is that so hard to ask, I’m sure she’s called me to help her make breakfast. I’m going no where”. And then she went back to sleep.*

Why do we keep wasting colour’s, we don’t have to be the same, we all don’t have to be good at the same things. Uniqueness is beautiful and should be embraced. 

All colours have their ways of affecting moods, and leaving a message and a combination of them brings beauty into light.

There is no fun in wasting colours, no fun at all!

There’s not much to learn on a plain white board, not much on that I tell.

So why waste colours and consume yourself in living like others and imitate the lifestyle of another. And burying what makes you “you”. What makes you different, what makes you unique, what makes you who you are!

If you’re one of those who have found it a norm to waste colours, change your lifestyle today. It sucks being lost in something that changes who you are for the worst or gets you stuck on one spot.

Stop wasting colours today!!

I leave you be..

Words of seamless may