Fire by Patricia Iroegbu...

She watched him approach.
With his arrogant signature swagger.

She didn't blink so intense was her gaze.

One more step, and he was there, X marks the spot.

He smiled at her in anticipation, She didn't smile back.

Only then did he notice the smell of petrol, and the match stick in her hands.

She struck it...tossed it... and it landed perfectly on the target...

The bright yellow flames finally bought a smile to her lips...


Burn Baby, Burn. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

(c) Trish 2018
IG: @Lovely3sha
FB: Patricia Iroegbu

Fire by Austin Wopara...

It's music to my ears; the snaps, crackles and pops
The sight sets my mind ablaze
As I watch the flames take over
Burning from deep inside you
The desire glowing in your brightly lit needy eyes


By Austin Wopara

Fire by Abby Botsha...

We know, You are reason I do this,

I would also add, to my existence you are the perfect definition,

Cos for you,I would climb mountains and sail the seas.

To my fire, you are the heat, the fuel and the oxygen,

To my hustle, you are my muscle

The glow in your eyes slash with tinder that inspire,

The colourful flare you add to my life is not in doubt,

That warmth in your smile is an element of me in you.                                                                                                                                                                 

Momma’s gonna walk through a sea of flames to make sure you have the life you desire,

Conquer the entire universe and make it your pillow,

I can’t slow down now,

....and I can’t stop,

Just do me a favour and keep being my fire,

Burn Baby, Burn!!!!

Abby Botsha

30/08/2018

IG: @abbybotsha

Twitter: @botshabby

Fb:Abigail Botsha

Happiness...

For the one who thought happiness a destination

A bigger house perhaps..
Maybe another degree thereafter,
Let’s save the trip for a bulging purse
As we rely on a dream atrophying stanchlessly.

Guiding our material amassment jealously,
We trudge on to the price
Fantasizing of a love yet to come;
Love in the future.

Maybe it is Jannah,
With it’s seven firmament of priceless stones
Brimming with high-bosomed virgins,
Where we will waddle away in rivers of honey and milk
Munching thornless juicy fruits, surpassing all seasons.


Perhaps we will dash to the end,
Searching frantically for a finish line that was never drawn,
Hoping on promises yet to be whispered
A love that is merely dangling between lust and fancy;
Only then will we realize all our gods have clay feet

Then we will understand that all the random dews at dawn,
A leisurely walk to the mall,
A poorly planned trip with nights in cheap motels,
The loop-sided smile from the square headed stranger,
The trip to the zoo without a lion;
Are the recollections that occupy your time at the said destination.




#Chioma’sRandomScribbles
#ThinkingAndWriting
#WordsOnDigitalSheets
#WordCrafters

Never Say Never...

We all laughed pretty hard as Audrey made gestures of how her boss totally goes berserk when he was having meltdown episodes while we waited for the cocktails ordered. Eve walked in, without saying a word, lifted her left hand and pointed it towards us and blurted…..I said, Yes!!!!!!

Everyone went ballistic, on her ring finger sat a huge 10 carat, cushion cut, D-colour, VS1 clarity flawless diamond ring, looked like something straight out of a movie, looked like a Lorraine Schwartz collectible. All the girls gathered around her, giggling and congratulating her to which we made a toast wishing her all the happiness in this world.

As the night progressed; Eve went on and on, first about how he proposed discretely …having a quartet sing Major’s “this is why I love you” and she not holding her tears back as he said every word. Then about her relationship with Joshua so far, as I sat across the table and I couldn’t for the life of me figure why she could be so sure, saying things like “He has never broken my heart and he never will”…..Honey, please!!!!! You are definitely gonna get your heart broken. The key lies in finding who is worth the pain and that kind of risk.`I wasn’t even out of my rhetoric thoughts when i heard her say again, “Josh loves me deeply and there’s no amount of time or attention any lady would give him that would make him get sidetracked, I have my game locked down”. Suddenly, it felt like a light switch came on in my head and it sounded like a challenge and my demons retorted, “Lets give this bitch a run for her money”.
Don’t get me wrong, its not envy, I just like to disprove the norm, test fallacies and bend notions.

As I drove home, it dawned on me that I just commissioned myself on a mission; I was estatic, yeah! call me a devil, at least I know my demons, go figure yours! To be honest, I looked forward to it plus I didn’t have a lot on my hands…..seemed like it was gonna be fun. Got home that night thinking, what’s in it for me? To which I answered, The thrill of watching someone fall for you as a social experiment!!!!

As humans, we all unconsciously respond to attention and care, we all suffer from different extents of ADD- Attention Deficit Disorder. Of all the zodiac signs,Leos suffer it the most, they live for the spotlight, for the applause. All it takes is the right dose, just enough for our fix and we fall like a pack of cards and in there; Ladies and Gentlemen - lies my strategy for the mission ahead.

To be Continued…..

Abby Botsha
IG:@abbybotsha
Facebook: Abigail Botsha

Letter to my flying hero...

Still very lonely out here
Still struggling to find a place
Still struggling to be understood
Still struggling  what next step to take

I keep trying to figure
I keep trying to learn
I keep trying seek
I keep trying to find

Where do I go from here
Where do I call you
Where do I hear you
Where do I stand

I want in
I want in so much
I miss you
I love you




IG:Olagabs

Captives...

Captives..


To you the world belongs.
They listen in a language they don't understand
This is their purchase
To which they never bargained

Cast rocks cemented to a choice
To which they never conformed
It's weight grinding them
To a present they did not form

Granted a mantle of the future
Seemingly so long
A past that echos like a broken gong
You are free..
Echoed the preacher from the pulpit
Yet, this they accept for into it they were born..

Wrapped in an embrace of a religion
Each preaching of love,
Each hoping the other be gone
The path to peace they learn
Lives at the end of a gun
For here their lives had begun..

Displaced in a nation
To its hero's they sung
The present is not the future they are taught
As the world sows it's seed of discord
Nurturing it daily in their thoughts..

Captives
To you the world belongs..

Chibueze K. Ezeh



#KrazieChain
#unchainedmusings
#Captives
#Freedom
IG: @unchainedmusings
    : @kraziechain

Roar...

Your roar ain’t loud he criticised,
But I don’t have a full head of mane was my excuse.
Quiet! stand tall, deep breath and free your rage,
Let it run out of its cage.
Let the sound echo in a distant age.
I want to hear hoofs of fear drumming,
Let the mountains and trees announce your coming.
For mother’s would call out to their young,
And babies would seek maternal shelter.
Even the unborn would try to escape from the womb where it’s safer, all out of fear.
Your feet approaches in silence and with stealth. Crushing leaves and twigs dare not make a sound under your feet.
But your voice darkens the cloud of the living as it is accompanied by Cerberus and Hades.
Mark your territory, you do not need to show up.
Train your voice, let it out, let it be echoed by the members of your house.


Mologe Emmanuel Ebi©
#wordplay
#ebimols
@ebimols

Ready...

She was ready..

Looking so pretty in her blue chiffon top she bought from Tiffany and Co last week.
"She had to make this day a memorable one" she kept telling herself.

Bruised from the terrible experiences she had with the different men who had come into her life like snowflakes, Vienna never trusted again. Scarred and terrified of falling for anyone she built an invisible wall in her head, stopping herself halfway whenever she met any guy she met.
It was a disaster in her head.

Last night she had spoken at length with Hans and couldn't help admitting she wanted to see him again at least as he was also one of the men in her life who had bruised her mentally?

Now she was wearing her expensive Chiffon for Hans.. Again.

Would she have the same feeling she had for him once?
Would she hug him when she sees him?
Would she smile?
Would he still be hilarious?
Would he run to her?
Would he want her back in his life?


Why was she going to him?
What was the magnetic force  beneath it all?

Questions!!
No Answers!!!

But she was already feeling some kind of way.

Vienna didn't speak about her intentions much. She wasn't the kind of pretty you could mess with and not get a taste of her rage.
She was never going to be a puppet pulled to every act.
Her intentions were always pure yet darkness surrounded it like a dark cloud covering the blue sky when a storm was brewing.
She had become her worst fear..
Yet, she is who is she.
Beautiful, Loving, Caring, Relentless, Thoughtful, Appreciative, Innovative.. With her dark side, she was still Vienna.

Hans wasn't aware she had evolved into this being that couldn't tolerate crap anymore. He was yet to witness the fury of a bruised soul.
He was still a player...
But she?

She was Unpredictable.


....... To be Continued


#MusingsofanOcean
#KingCruss
#Vienna
#BecomingHer
#Chapter
#Shortstory
#Official_Crussaffairs1

🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻

What do you think would happen when a Dark storm appears in the clouds and it doesn't rain?

It becomes Chilly.

😘😘😘😘😘😘

ViennaVsHans



by Cruss Zoba N'dee©

E go be...

Inspired by the story a friend told me about a politician's daughter complaining about hospitals and poor health Care

Title: E go be! (A poem(or maybe a short story) subtly denigrating political Apathy while pretending to give it reason)

To each his own
Is a philosophy I've always known

Whether I've believed in it or not
Is for me to know, and for you to find out

Truth exists in multiplicity
And life in duplicity

The Rich and the poor

The happy and sour

Did I know this always?
I'm not so sure, anyways

My father you see, an icon he was
And luxury and comfort was all that I saw

A hero he was, a prince of his clime
I wish I had known it was not that sublime

My father you see, was, much to my grief
Regarded by the masses as naught but a thief!

And yet now with passion, I continuously rant
This government! this country! I tire and pant

But do you think I used to speak?

No! Not at all! Well, not before

The passion was born of a future now bleak

For I once thought:

"Money I will have till even three score"

While masses against fuel price hikes
Ferociously strike,

I sit here with friends

Insensitive! Instead of indignant!

ought we not to know, that on us, their future depends?!


Nahhhh! SARS, BAR! CARS!!!!!

What's voting?
When rich men twice my age are on me doting?

And now.....right now

I'm a mother
And this country is starting to my heart bother

My father no longer holds his office
So, my meagre salary will have to suffice

My daughter, my princess!
Will have to life as one of the masses witness......

The only thing constant in life is change...........

One day the pendulum will swing,
Where shallt thou be you haughty thing?



IG: @Ku_darling
© Kufreabasi Eucharistia Offiong

The Heart Breaker...

You think I'm bad
That I am heartless
You think I walk this earth
With no smiles?
That I walk with a dagger
And send souls to hell
Souls of men who dared
To come taste me
Get drunk of the honey
Flowing abundantly from me
Well I'll tell you
The story and how it started
My life and joys
Before I became a heartbreaker

How much I loved him
Gave him all
Changed my name for him
Became double for his sake
Stopped dressing seductively
Made myself old
And warmed his bed all night
How he eats me when he wants
Not minding my feelings
Treats me like trash
Always reminding me where he picked me from

And worse I thought I had seen
Not knowing it was an intro
Other things were to follow
Worse of all
Infidelity!
He brought her home
He desecrated the bed
Her moans rang in my mind
And his happy face haunted my dreams
"Women are meant to be used
They belong to the other room
The kitchen is their workshop
The living room where they hide their head"

Now tell me I'm wrong
Wrong to extract vengeance
Take my pound of flesh
And send souls to hell
Tell me why I should love
Since love means sex
And sex hurts
When it is taken by force

Stay distanced dear men
Run when you see me
Do not get lost in my beauty
For beneath lies death
Death to your hearts
And to the fibre of your emotions
The totality of your being
Consumed in the gal of my hatred
For I take it back
You all will pay
For even though he alone sins
Your blood shall plead atonement

THE HEARTBREAKER
Blessing Kween Chuckson
Facebook : Burberry Kween
IG: @_kweenie_

With all my heart...

I would say
I love you with all my heart.

But that's not quite right.

For I love you with far much more
Than just that one part.

For instance,
I love you with my lips:
They pucker lovingly like filled balloons

I love you also
With my eyes. Like a ruly clerk,
They sieve your frame with careful affection;
Vitalized by every detail.

My ears, too, are full of love.
I can feel them during the night;
Thumping with blood
As you rise and decline
Asleep in my nook.

There are many others.
My eyebrows, so enlivened,
Agitate my face
And my toes, so excited,
Tense in my shoes
As though afraid of getting wet.

Other parts aren’t so conspicuous.
My arms plot in the dark --
They long to swim around your waist
And link us back to breast.

And my fingers, naughty things,
Scheme to tease your dress
Above your pretty knees
And above your pretty chest.

Would you believe,
Even my butt's involved!
Though he’s more obvious
With his dopey, open smile
And cheeky morning breath.

But chief of all my loving parts
Is my un-run soul
Unkenneled, at last,
Sprinting furiously
Next to yours.


Jude Okala©
Twitter:
@IamOchejaOkala
@NookAbuja1

Instagram
@IamJudeOkala
@NookAbuja

My Past...

I killed it!

Yes call me a murder... Maybe
May have my reasons to
No matter what... I killed, it's dead

It sneaked in on me
It crawelled in when I was weak and tender
No I wasn't  looking
It was from the days of my young

I killed it
You made me do it
You tot me let go
You said it's safer that way
You build all the broken and patched all up

WE did kill it....
You gave me all
You made me feel safe
You tot me to breath freshness
I mean it's all dead now.
WE killed... MY PAST



Nma©
2018
#NigerianWriter
#WordCrafters

I Love You...

You are my song,
You are my life,
The song that keeps playing in my head,
that I’ld never wish to have it stopped.
You are the air I breathe,
You are a necessity, my necessity.
You are my Sun,
You are my moon,
My entire constellation of stars.

I know you love me,
Not parts of me, all of me.
The good as well as the bad,
the crazy lifestyle as well as the hard discipline.
You settle for less than perfect,
make allowances for my errors,
While you make me feel like a star,
Blue blood, Royalty filled with augustness.

Your brown eyes remind me everyday how lucky I am,
How special i must be,
to be blessed with someone like you.
You love my freedom of speech,
and the way my eyes get dark when I’m tired.
You continually remind me that I am enough,
that I am worthy of love without effort,
and that I am beautiful.

I fall in love with you everyday,
Each day unfolds a new experience,
in this journey with you.
Being deeply loved by you gives me strength,
and loving you deeply gives me courage.
Just as true love stories never have endings,
I promise to love you forever.

This love of ours is a friendship that has caught fire,
Its quite understanding with mutual confidence.
It was meant to be, written in the stars and drawn into our destiny
Its loyalty through good and bad times.
To which I say, I promise to love you too,
to give my all to this relationship,
and do all I can to take of You.
Can’t promise there won’t be nights I’ll go to bed mad at you,
but We will work it out, communicate and be true.

I am coming to terms with the fact
that loving someone requires a leap of faith,
and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.
But Who the hell cares? I love myself,
Happy Birthday to Me.

“Beauty is when you can appreciate yourself. When you love yourself, that's when you're most beautiful” - Zoe Kravitz





✒️ Abby Botsha
IG: abbybotsha
Facebook: Botsha Abigail

My Addiction...

I feel your touch on my lips.
Sliding past my teeth
Moving with purpose to my tongue...
Moving all around inside my mouth.
Sometimes you're so deep in my mouth I start to choke and quickly remove you from my mouth.

But like the breaking of the dawn.
It's inevitable.
I must come back to you.
Morning and Evening.
You are my Drug.
My addiction.
The one thing I can't go a day without.
I need you.
My Toothbrush.

✒
Trish
August 15th 2018
10:06pm
IG: @lovely3sha

Love...

Been here before, cos when it rains it pours
Don’t wanna go back to feeling that insecure,
Where I can’t even be myself,
Where it feels like I need you to live,
Where you become a summation of my existence,
Where your approval is my oxygen,
How I prefer to stick around what kills me and fully sidestep my remedy,
This addiction, this dependency, this fixation on you will eventually be the end of me.

How did I let it get to this,
Become so wrapped up in this fantasy,
that feels so right, yet so wrong for me,
How you tear me down and yet make me this amazon,
How to the world I’m a gladiator but with you I’m this feeble invertebrate,
Remains my question every time i get to feeling like this,
Cos when its all said and done,
You are not gonna have any use for me,
On to the next one, cos you live for the gory satisfaction you get from the experiences of your victims.

                                                                                 

My choice at this crossroads,
will either be the death or the life of me.
I know I have to……no, I need to get over you,
But I don’t wanna go, cos I’ve tricked myself and you have successfully influenced me into believing you would die without me, how your life would make no meaning without me and I insist on being your saviour,
Ultimately, time they say, heals everything
More time to me would only be opportunities to languish in memories of how You and I would have been the best thing to ever happen,
Is that your definition of healing?
Well I don’t wanna heal, only the wounded need help,
Cos to me, I am not wounded.
I’m in love.



Abby Botsha©
IG: abbybotsha
Botsha Abigail

Rumours...

He heard the rumor so did I.
My inquisitive mind wanted to try.
My grandma made sure I stayed in line.
Guchian wanma..! Meaning Guccian my child
Don't you know if you eat mango and drink coke you will die?.
He knew the rumor so did I.
One sunny day he was so famished and coke and mango was all he did find.
Ahaps!  Man must survive.
When he was done eating his face was full of smiles.
He then remembered that rumor and now he knows for a fact that it's a lie!.
He told me and I believe him but would I try?????.

Gucci®
2018

Gucci Ayough
IG : gucci_sugar
#wordplay
#wordcrafters
#Rumours
#NigerianWriter