Adventures of a masseuse living in Lagos…

Adventure has different meanings to different inviduals, to some people adventure is fun all the way, to some it’s a mixture of fun, excitement, worries, heartaches and some shitty things life showers you with. But to Celeste adventure is encountering risk or bold undertaken and in turn enjoying the experiences that follows. In her final year in University of Ilorin all Celeste could think of is doing something for herself in a city like Lagos, where no one cares about the next person other than themselves. Everyone finds some kind of means to survive. The economy of the country was bad since the prices of crude oil was falling and so she thought of leaving Ilorin to come back to Lagos to fight for her stomach. So she decided to move to Lara’s place her oldest cousin and a single mum living in Ogba not far from ikeja., she decided to stay there because going home wasn’t an option, since her mother believed that she should only consider getting a job when she receives her university degree. And geography wasn’t a course of study that intrigues her much. Lagos was an entirely different place from Ilorin but she thought she knew Lagos well enough since she spent her early years in the ikorodu, the outskirts of Lagos. But the truth is she has no idea what was in front of her, she never went out alone all through her time in Lagos without the help of a personal driver
So the idea of jumping and shuttling buses was
something she wasn’t used to, but that was her new life now.
Being 23 was a big step for Celeste the thinking that she’s an adult now and she needed to gain her independence. She decided to check online for spa jobs and she found one, such a big deal for her, she said to herself ” finally I can make my own money ” but she was yet to go for the interview. It was a mobile massage service, she called the number linked to the advert on “” the website for job seekers and then a man answered the call and called himself ” kalakuta” and then told her to come to Ikeja for the job interview. She was excited but at the same time overwhelmed, she started to panic later at night when she thought about the Employers name “kalakuta” who bears that ; she said to herself, “I hope he’s not a scam”. Before going for the interview she made up her mind not to pay any kind of fee if she was asked to. The next morning by 10 am she went for the interview, on getting there she saw other applicants at the reception then her confidence melted like ice thrown in hot water. It came to her turn and on meeting the employer ” kalakuta ” she was bewildered. She imagined a huge, tough looking, scary guy. But then her imagination chose to fail her. He was an average height handsome, good looking man. And then the confidence that traveled decided to take a Stoll back to her, so now she could talk boldly without fear and stammering. He introduced himself and then asked if she had any experiences and she said ” well I’ve been doing this for about three years now” which was a lie she had only been a mobile masseuse for a year. But then when Rita her favorite cousin who claims to know exactly how things work in Lagos , was prepping her for the interview. She told her that you need to act like you own the job, take control say you’ve been doing this since you were a baby. But well she knows that saying she has been a masseuse since she was a baby wasn’t going to earn her any job. She decided to say something a little less dramatic. Well after the interview kalakuta asked for a massage to know how good Celeste was, so she started an hour session she wanted to give him a relaxing massage but he said it made him sleep off and that if she noticed he had a “erection” and then he told her to aviod the nipples area when she’s giving a massage and that Nigerians believe that massage is some form of punishment, so whenever she massaging a client she should punish them. Celeste was a bit flustered because she felt the point of giving a relaxing massage is to relax the nerves, but then she insisted she would give a deep tissue to most of her clients that don’t have any preference. But then she just told kalakuta “okay I will do just that, I’ll make sure I punish them”. And then he said ” yes, exactly do just that! That would work.” Afterwards he talked about the payment method and she said per session is fine, so they both agreed on 5000 naira if she pays for her transport and 4000 naira if he drops her off at the client’s. Celeste was quite happy with the deal so she went back to her cousin’s and shared to awesome story.
Since she was to resume work the next day, her boss (kalakuta) called her for a job in Springfield hotel at the airport. Kalakuta sent her the address and the name of the client, being her first job with kalakuta mobile massage company she was quite nervous because she didn’t want to ruin it. So she took a bike to the hotel because she was running out of time for the appointment, the appointment was for 3:30pm and it was about 3 pm already. On getting there she asked at the reception for Mr Ashyira at room 419. And then she was asked to use the elevator to the 4th floor, she was glad that she got there at exactly 3:30pm and she gave a soft knock on the door with a sticker saying ” Room 419″ and for a second it seemed weird to her that a room number will be “419” because in Nigeria “419” was a term used for fraudsters and scammers. Within a split of a second the door was opened by a short , stunted looking Indian man. He introduced himself as Ashyira and she did the same by saying “I’m Celeste and I’ll be your masseuse for today” and then Celeste started the one hour massage session. What got her astonished was the fact that Ashyira went stack naked in front of her and immediately she looked in another direction, she was a bit shy ; she just wasn’t ready for that. And then when she did that he asked ” are you shy” and she replied ” no sir”. And then she started the one hour session, Ashyira preffered to watch football while having a massage rather that listening to classical music. He has a nice hair ; Celeste thought to herself. And then Celeste kept asking if the pressure was enough or not, rather than punishing “since he’s not Nigerian ” she thought to herself.. And besides Ashyira wanted a soft and tender touch. He kept compliment her that her hands were soft and then he told her she could sit if she wanted to, she said “thank you sir”. After the full body massage he started complimenting her waist saying ” you have a lovely waist please can I see it” and then she replied” no sir, you can’t” he then started begging, saying if you offer me a little something I’ll give you something valuable in return”. And she was like what!! So he said I want a blowjob she said I’m really sorry I don’t offer such services and he asked for a hand job, went to his safe and brought out 25,000 naira. Celeste was baffled at how badly he wanted a hand job replied saying “no sir I don’t offer such services “. And then he said ” I’ll make it 30,000 naira ” posed his naked body in her face and started begging for a hand job but she refused saying “I’m a married woman” she lied to him. And then he said “who cares no one will know about this”. But she refused again he was furious gave her the 13,000 naira for the full body message and the she walked away. But she was so irked and filled with fret, all Celeste could think of was is this what she was going to go through all the time since for her first job she had to massage a pervet. But then she also thought about the money, how it would have been quite useful. But she knew she wouldn’t be happy after the money is all gone, and the urge to want to do it again will arise. She consoled herself with those thoughts. Afterwards she went to her bosses office and gave him his share of the money Kalakuta was excited as always whenever he’s given money and then back to her cousin’s. When she got home and narrated the whole event to Rita, all Rita could see was the money celeste waved goodbye to. And she said to celeste ” how stupid are you to let go of that much MONEY” But she said to Rita” why would I, that’s fucked up”

As Celeste laid on bed thoughts danced through her mind, and  her inner voice cried out ” what really does life have to offer, that I need to sacrifice the only thing that is left in my possession my (self pride) and strip myself of all the things that make me who I am for something that has no life, no breath, no wits.

Beautiful words are enjoyed by graceful people.

Hey guys, I’ve not written in a while because I’ve been working on something different. So I came up a story where I can use my puns as well. It’s about the experiences of a young masseuse living in Lagos. It’s about the good, the irking and the ridiculous things she met along a path. And what makes it exclusive is it’s more of nonfiction than fiction. It has a lot of real experiences in it.

Well I do hope you enjoy reading it. The chapters are going to be in three batches ” Chapter 1a” , “Chapter 1b” , ” Chapter 1c” e.t.c.  sit back and enjoy some playful words…

Love Sunflowerapril..







I lay my thoughts on a stream…*

Why should there be such a need for shrinking the hoping self, and why must so much despair be calmly embracedIs so much protection necessary for life itself?

This blunt puns run through my mindmaybe it’s because some of us have been disappointed a lot and we conclude to be cynics, when by ourselves we fill our heads with beautiful dreams and beliefs. But in reality we stand tall and claim to be cynics, because we feel it’s a lot safer to be a cynic. It’s a lot safer to try not to believe in things everyone believes in so just incase it doesn’t work out,we don’t get disappointed.
We suppress the urge to lovedream big, to have faith in something. But here‘s my thought these days ; though disappointment might be easily bridged, but then there is a whole lot more out thereso therefore there is a chance for faith, there is a chance for love, there is a chance for beliefs.Perhaps it’s just fear, fear of failurefear for heartbreakfear for life itself.
The truth of it all is life is scary at the same time blissful, so let‘s live a little and sometimes leave our cynical side to sleep. And also keep it awake when necessary because, the bottom of an ocean is beautiful but stay too long you’ll drown. So yes, I lay thoughts on a stream but I hope that the negative thoughts are the heaviest so they’ll all sink away and leave me be with the blissful ones.
leave you be….
Words of seamless ‘may.
Word for today – VULNIFIC

Shield the salt from the rain…*

Children are essential, they are beautiful beings that we produce to re-write our future, to be better than us. They are a product of our existence love and lifehaving a child can make a cold heart warm, having a child can completely change a cynic into a believer. A child creates hope, faith and can completely make a person be swoon about their existence and life. A child is an existence of our own being, and a continuation of one’s history. A child poses as a future, a hope , a better us. 
Children are beings with no worriesalways chirpyrarely sad. They bring light and add colour to our world. But when you have such beautiful creatures and you cannot or refuse to the train them into what you truly want them to bethen you have failed! Whether you have a successful business and you stuck a house full of money, all those material things can fade away with a blink of an eye. What a creature like that deservesis an ocean full of love, and while growing up. when he (she) begins to loose his(her) innocence, because life would strip that off one way or another. Perhaps the innocence fades away because they grow and life robbs them of it, though life gives but it also steals. A thief that’s what life is. A thief that steals with pride, without shame and with authority. As parents we are supposed guardian angels, because most of us has had our own share fair of painheartache and joy. We are meant to stand tall and help guide the young lambsnot make rules all the time or neglect. Some of us curb our kids too much and seclude them from the world, some of us do it out of lovewell while others because of what people might think. But it definately will backfire, for how long can you curb a being not an object and besides one that’s full of life
Also children are our heritage how can you neglect someone of great importance and qualitydue to things that maybe matter but are not important. You neglect your child, because of your business. You threw away an entire estate of gold for a piece of silver. Everyone knows that gold has to go through fire before it glittersso why neglect that for a piece of silver, we all know silver goes through fire to glitter. Some what sense does it make, when after all you’ll be going through the same process. What sense is their in abandoning something that’s worth more for a single piece of silver
Yes! it won’t be easy all the time but we need to take a long look at our lives, and try to balance between the things that are more important and those that are less. Between the things that matter and those that really matter, to learn to differentiate between our wants and needs.
We neglect a gift given with love, for things that can all go away in a secondPerhaps that’s why only a few in this generation have real love inside of them or experience real and sincere lovecompared to past generations. Because we call ourselves parents and we couldn’t care less, if someone that we call our life and our futureis in disarrayJust for our selfish interest, and because we have become so selfish, shallow mindedmyopic and unreasonableUnreasonable because what reasonable person, ignores a being of such great value for a mere objectsNow we spend our time trying to impresspeople who don’t care and forget those that truly care.
Take a look at this generation, and ask yourself how many kidsteenagers are clean enough not to have the stain of guilt on them. Do you wite them, how do you think a lost lamb would act without the help of it’s mother, flustered! That’s exactly how it would actWell, you grown ups, always explain your disgust for how children of this generation has turned out, and you forget that you were once soft mesh of blood bursting through mother holes and yes! You grew with time, but at those times you needed guardiance to grow properly . But then what have you done to prevent this, or change the flustered lives of this beautiful creatures. Than spending quality time complaining and getting livid. What have you done to make a change rather that wite the young and flustered.
Life is short that we know, and so being happy is a necessity. We might be sad sometimes but then life is too short to stay sad. So it is very irking to see someoneso young struggling with life and missing out on the quiescence of being a child and growing up, because of a failed and selfish parent. So I urge you pull off those shades, or jerk from your slumber and open your eyes to the reality which is to “shield the salt from the rain, these young beings are like salt they add taste to our lives, but we all know water can terminate the existence of salt.

I leave you be…

Words of seamless ‘may…

Word for the day- INCONGRUOUS

Don’t let the “SUN” stay bruised*…

​Violence is any action intended to cause destruction, pain or suffering. It could be physical, verbal or emotional. Who comes to mind when we hear DOMESTIC VIOLENCE? ……….. WOMEN. Although Women are the most common victims of domestic violence, we are truthfully not the only victims

One early morning, I came across a poem pasted on the window of some store front while I was serving the father land. The paper on which it was typed was tattered and rough but the words written on it never faded. And its title; THE IRRITATING COMPANION still stood gallant. Most people there could have easily overlooked it but I couldn’t not because I knew what was written on it but because something so odd couldn’t have passed my curious eyes. The poem goes thus;

Whenever I wake in the morning

That I will set my eyes on my companion

Her presence will often disgust my sight

That sadness and anger will become my immediate plight.
. This has become my often habit

Especially when I have no penny in my pocket

For she will always need money

To make her body as sweet as honey 

And when I will not provide it 

Then she must nag me all night.
I have never liked her attitude 

No matter the weather or altitude 

And she will always plague my life 

With her tongue that will often be as sharp as a butcher knife.
She often compares me to my friend John Bull

Telling me that is bank account is fat

That mine is as empty as a dry pool

Then she would reply to me as a poor church rat. 
For these, I have never been happy 

Staying or being together with her

For her behavior will always be nasty

Making my body temperature higher.
And now I have gone hiding

In a distance far away land 

Where she can never find me 

Or see my face that is now smiling.
I have no clue of who wrote this sad but beautiful poem. But his words are words of hurt, pain and heartbreak. His irritating companion as he so meekly put it didn’t do what every woman should do for their partners; BUILD HIM instead she broke him. Nagging is a form of verbal domestic abuse. And a few percentage of men in the world have to live through this. When words of discouragement and disappoinment are being rained down it kills the Ego be you man woman or child. Hurtful words from those you love knows not who you are. It comes crashing down and crushes your soul. Men are naturally egocentric and when subdued in an abusive relationship it kills their ego slowly. It lowers their self esteem and belittles them. Nobody likes a nagger. Nobody likes to be belittled. We have but two choices, we either MAKE or BREAK our man. 

All men are not the same, some stronger than others. some the tenacity of their endurance knows no bounds and others just simply lack it. Dosmetic violence I believe is a Cycle. GARBAGE IN GARBAGE OUT. Nagging women sometimes dig their own graves. It is just a matter of time before their partner snaps. Some men after being subdued to verbal violence endures and well becomes miserable until he leaves the TOXIC relationship like our ANONYMOUS writer. Others less enduring would beat the living day light out of their partners, with the hopes that they would beat it out of her system or maybe, just maybe it feels good to hurt her back. 

But you don’t nag you begin to say, you love him, you care for him, you support him but still you are his personal punching bag. Beautiful lady, I urge you to get out fast. You owe him nothing, well not your life at least. Some men after being faced with utter frustration at work or outside their relationship they bring it all back in. He thinks beating on his partner makes him strong and more in control whereas He is timid and insecure. He has no control out in the world, He is not happy at work, His boss gives him shit or worst still he doesn’t even have a job. His friends are smater, better looking and happier. Things are not going his way. He is a sore loser, he is angry and frustrated. He comes home and takes it out on you. He sees you and thinks i should have control here, she is weaker(physically ofcourse). He beats on you like the monsters haunting him would go up in flames. GARBAGE IN GARBAGE OUT. Save yourself and get out of the toxic relationship, you definitely can do better.Don’t wait till you have been crippled. Domestic violence is a cycle but it can be broken. Just like a chain, it has a weak link. You just got to get out. And always remember, You are strong, you are smart, you are beautiful.

Domestic abuse can be physical or mental abuse, if you are in a relationship with someone who does not respect your decision, your dream , your opinion. Then why settle for less, why settle for someone who would gradually kill your self esteem. Life is short, it makes no sense spending quality time being unhappy. Whether you’re a male or female, though we might be different in body structure, sense of reasoning. But we all have one heart, one soul, one life. Everyone deserves to be happy, they say happiness is a choice that’s a lie. It is a Paramount , I wasted quality time in an unhappy relationship. And now all I can think of is the time, the resources I wasted. The beautiful people I pushed away because of the sacrifices I made for someone who wasn’t worth it. So I have been an object to a mental domestic abuse it almost killed me. A friend once said that worst kind of domestic abuse is the mental one, because then the scars cannot be seen, and most people suffer in silence. 

I urge you, get out of any relationship that makes you feel lesser, physically, psychologically and emotionally. If you think that you cannot do better, that you are nothing without him or her. Well do yourself a favour, take a break for a while meet different people and different culture. Everyone has a match, it might take a while, and it might not be a perfect relationship, but it would be worth it. To feel good about yourself, to be loved sincerely and passionately. Know that life is not always negative, there is a whole lot out there, so decide to be happy and “don’t let the sun stay bruised”

I leave you be….

This article is written by Lima Liaz and seamless ‘may.

Word for the day – Enamé

The flame in the rain*…

Take a look around you, what do you see?

A life full of hope, or a life with regrets, a life full of fun, a soulful life, a livid stream, a pretty hill, a crooked path. What do you see?
I see a lonely Delta ,walking on a crooked path meet a life full of hope and becomes a smiling river. Life is uncertainty that I’m sure of, you never know, a lonely Delta can by tomorrow be a joyful ocean. You really can’t say. 
What path do you see yourself on , a crooked or straight path. But know this, life is not always crooked or straight it can be slanted. The same way not everything is black and white it can grey… Grey, grey, grey she doesn’t stay around much, so maybe it will be sage to pick between white and black. Grey is complicated, sometimes you get tired of her. So yes perhaps sometimes choosing between black and white is the shrewdest thing. Living with “regret” is the worst, sometimes it breeds secret the other half. But then secrets have weight the more you keep, the harder it is to keep moving on. They weigh you down, my defination of a free man, is one who has no secrets or has no one to care about. A man who is alone, a lonely island. But then you don’t find that everywhere “do you”.
Even if we are not so free men, we are still able to make choices. So do not settle for less or regret. Even if you’re so much a rebuked Delta, there is still hope that you can be a plausible Ocean, patience is needed sometimes to build and grow. Though sparks can fly but can flame do the same, and so there are the headstrong flames that refuse to give up because they know what they want. What are you?. 
So sometimes I find myself intrigued by “the flame in the rain”.
I leave you be….
Words of seamless ‘may…
PIQUED – Word for today.

The believe that “the leaves will stay green”…

Takes the power of happiness in your own hands. Gratitude and hope are the two key to happinessbeing thankful for the little you have , for the obstacles you’ve overcomed, the trials and tribulations you’ve survived, and lived and still living to tell.
Hope” believing that even though times are hard or might be difficult. That you will and you MUST survive and breakthrough and it’s all for a little while, that it will definitely get better. Graditude that you still have life in you and so you can still hope for a positive changeSadnesscoldnesslividity,and wite, they all emmit negative energy. The truth is other people you see, that seem fine and happy on the outside, many a times it’s only a mask and they have their own issues too, and they do not feel any different from you, so they are desperately looking for warmthacceptanceloving and less dramatic people to be with especially when their masks wear off. Everyone want to be around people that do not emmit so much coldness, anger, and do not wear their problems everyday, every time, and everywhere. You should try not to be filled with fret all the time or be sardonic, and try not to be irked by other people‘s success. Everybody deserves to be treated nicely and appreciated.
So if you find your self in this situation, get over yourself and “believe“. Most people that are consumed by anger and dole have lost faith and have stopped believing. So at try to at least believe that “the trees will stay green.                                                        I leave you be…

Words of seamless ‘may…

Ebullience“- word for the day.







The leaves go “grey”*…

How does a beautiful, blissful, graceful flower grow thorns? How does that ever happen?
How do we see beauty, love, kindness and still take a stroll with, sadness, pain, wickedness? Is it being human or being shallow?

How is it that we neglect the truth, and accept lies, heartbreaks and dole filled life? Is it being curious or being stupid?

Perhaps we are just designed to sometimes find the wrong things “Plausive” and the good things “bland“.

And why is it that sometimes we try so hard to fight evil and live right, but we find ourselves sharing a glass of wine with evil itself. Perhaps it’s a “conation“.

These questions have no exact answer because, there are times we find ourselves in a state of dilemma. Curiosity is a natural human drive. Many a times we design some sort of defense mechanism to curb our human drive. But then what happens when curiosity kills the cat.

Then we are left with faith, one of the least realistic patterns of life. Those that believe in God or gods ask for some kind of miracle, those that believe in will power hold on to it, those who believe basically in the concept of good and evil, hope for a change, those who believe in philosophy find a reason to stay strong. Everyone relies on their faith or whatever they believe in, to make them stronger. Faith helps sometimes because it gives hope, though when it’s abused there is no moving forward.

Yes, life is confusing sometimes and the impossible sometimes become the possible. But that’s the fun in it, not being able to predict everything. Though It sucks sometimes, when things don’t work out as you’ve planned them to. But then it’s life, somethings remain mystical, and we are married to thoughts of how “the leaves go grey“.

I leave you be…

Words of seamless ‘may…

“CONATION”- word for today…

Beneath the bookshelf*…

Can you always have your wayCan you runaway from all your pains, dole and heartache?
Is it ever possible to always choose your fateIs it reallyPerhaps for others, the dreamers. The ones who have the urge to evince to the world, that they’re are in charge. But if you are truly living in reality you would concede to the fact that, that’s false living… Because if we truly always choose our fate things would be a lot different I tell you.
But then knowing all is bland, isn’t it. Some of us are very expressive because it made us feel free, you know “light“. But here‘s the irony of it all. No one is truly free, we are all bounded to a phase of life, at a particular period of our life.
If everyone is truly free, why can’t everyone always choose if they die or live both in mind and bodydecide who to trust and not be deceived, to be loved or hated, or choose to be rich or poor.. Motivational speakers will tell you being rich or pooris a thing of the mind, that doesn’t apply to real life situations, why isn’t everyone RICH. You see, there has to be a strike of balance. You could try to change your situation, we have a freedom of choice to an extent. But life would always happen and certain things would seem very unfair. And we can barely do anything about it , and that’s when we get that, no one is truly free
But then barely is enough, to come to terms with circumstances,and deal with situations we find ourselves in. Barely is enough to start all over or make a positive changeBarely is enough to be hopeful for a better tomorrow and, work towards it.
So therefore we realize most times that our true essenceworth and place in life are sometimes hidden ” beneath the bookshelf          

I leave you be...

Words of seamless may.

“VEHEMENT” -word for the day…

Why wite fate*….

Sometimes I get angry with life for existing in this judgemental and shallow world, and era. I strongly felt life would be a lot easier if I existed in the era when things that really mattered mattered. But then the same me get grateful for existing when something awesome happens, or I meet someone terrific.

It is not true that the world is exactly shallow and sick, nor is it true that the world is beautiful and perfect, basically it’s just a little bit of everything.Though I know that we all might concede to the fact that there are indeed good times and bad times, but there are normal times when things stay sane and stable. It sucks not to be in control sometimes, but its okay not to be in control sometimes, it’s okay not to happy sometimes, it’s alright to be sober, sad, or depressed sometimes.

But it is not okay to stay in those situations, it is not okay not to move on and let you life remain stagnant,and so many drama, favour and goodies walk over you and by the time you jerk back to reality you discover that you just missed the bus. That would suck wouldn’t it, you might console yourself and say you’ll take the next bus, but then you do not know if that would be forthcoming. It is not okay for you to do nothing, you need to evince a place in life, quit being a “FLOTSAM” .

Yes life is not always what we want it to be or doesn’t always appear the way we want it to. But then there are is Something called “moving on” it’s okay to be livid with life, because of the situation we find ourselves in or perhaps because of the way our lives have turned out to be. But it is not okay to STAY livid. So life is what we make of it. Being happy or sad is not a choice, but staying happy or sad IS.

The truth of it all is Time is a Quinessence of life and it never baised, he would keep moving irrespective of whatever reputation or status you occupy. Some people say time can be bought, but only for a while you see, only for a while. We sometimes believe that things are fated to happen, but then ” WHY WITE FATE “for your existence. She’s only a Soldier who follows orders, but then we are an army 

I leave you be…

  Words of seamless may.