Vero - Prologue

“Vero, please attend to table five, remember to tell them we have a variety of exotic wine,”

said Tunji.

“Yes sir,” answered Vero as she picked up the menu from the dark mahogany table placed in

front of the bar. She strutted in her usual demeanor towards the fifth table located in the

center of the room.

The three gentlemen in fancy suits who sat on the table seemed engrossed in their discussion.

They also looked familiar, like faces from her forgotten past.

It's Been A While

Hello there!

It's been a while since we wrote up on anything! That's mainly because life got busy and I, personally, had a few disruptions in my life.

New city, new dreams, new projects. Hmm!

New stories start from today! Have a blast.

The Face of Happiness...

An impressive space illuminated with colorful lights

For sore eyes it was a wonderful sight

Made to dazzle, (and indeed it did)  yet, not nearly as bright

nor beautiful as the Lady in White!

Shimmering splendor she personified

magnificent and gracious, radiant and glorified

many adjectives apt to add... but what had me satisfied...

Her happiness, for all to see, came from deep, from deep inside

I have heard many a tale, 

told by males, the in-betweens and females.

the wonders of love they all regale

that melodious feeling... beside my ears, a nightingale 

My friend was happy, yes She was.

Her smile genuine, extended, Her lips abuzz.

Her eyes alight, She made this obvious;

The legend was true, Love is Glorious!

I raised a glass

a toast to pass.

Eternal happiness, Love and a long life of class

the finest things, twins, fulfillment and pizzazz!

Adventure to look forward to,

A home to build... so much to do

together in unison, forever they do.

Happy married life to both of you!

To Feminy Damify, A lady I call Friend,

Who saw me when there was nothing much to see.

Whom to this day is worth her weight in gold.

Cheers to you

From deep within,

Your credentials are flawless, You deserve the very best.

K.

My First Title

“Vero, please attend to table five, remember to tell them we have a variety of exotic wine,” said Tunji.

“Yes sir,” answered Vero as she picked up the menu from the dark mahogany table placed in front of the bar.

She strutted in her usual demeanor towards the fifth table located in the center of the room.
The three gentlemen in fancy suits who sat on the table seemed engrossed in their discussion. They also looked familiar, like faces from her forgotten past.
“Hello gentlemen, good evening. My name is Vero. Please what will you like to…?”
“Anita?” asked Obinna.

Her face turned red. She could not believe it. A million questions flashed through her head- Obinna was supposed to be in the US, his mother said he would never come back, he said he would never hurt her again…What was he doing here?

“Pardon? My name is Veronica, not Anita sir” she retorted.

With that he pulled her left-hand and turned it side-up. The scar was there. The scar from the 12th of October, 1986, when she struggled for the knife in his hands just before he brutally murdered her lover.

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"Love Me!" Came A Second Too Late.

Hmmm….so this is the Tasha babe everyone keeps telling me about, well she’s quite good looking, I thought to myself. Anyways, I will get to know her more within this 2 weeks program. For now, I better concentrate and prepare for the rigorous course work ahead.

O boy! This same S.U babe back in university is the real definition of beauty & brains o. I mean, this is basically all I have always wanted in my woman, very intelligent, ambitious, enterprising, engaging, playful, godly, caring, motherly, charismatic, beautiful, hot & sexy and above all, a charming smile that causes me to smile from the abyss of my heart.

Gosh! I can’t believe I’ve finally met my dream girl and I’m excited to be so in love. Friends, colleagues and even my boss who is very critical, gave me a nod to pursue.

But can I endure the rigors of a long distance relationship? date a colleague, who is also from a different tribe??? In reality, these are questions I never asked myself. Eventually, upon further considerations, the answer to these questions was YES!!!

For far too long, I held it tight (forming hard to get) but like a canister lid I blew it all open to start the New Year. But sadly, it came very late. Regrettably, my dream girl just got into another relationship 14 days (just 336 hrs) earlier.

Why do bad things happen to good people, I asked myself. I am left to reminisce those golden moments - the gist, the laughter, the pictures, and the sand of the beach. Sometimes, it gets hard but with the memories I shared with her, I’m happy I truly loved and as such loneliness disappeared.

In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take, the relationships we were too afraid to have and
the decisions we waited too long to make.

To be there for you always, to be true, to radiate love, and with a chance for two to make meaning of
their lives. I AM JOHN (the lastma) AND THIS IS FOR TASHA.

Morale: Life is too short. Time is irredeemable and never perfect. Fall in love and shout it from the rooftops, never leave it late. Just do it!


Post by Nues.

Sneak Peek

Slowly, slowly.

Soft breeze, brown eyes.

Dark lips, smothering cigar.

Broad chest, healing wounds.

Hold me, hold me.

You bad, I want.

Too bad. You sure?

You know. I know.

Red flag! Red flag!!

Not so bad. I'm in love.

Ride or die. Die you will. (lol)

Bumpy! Bumpy!

Braapp! Braapp!

Rain drops. Eye wet.

Not from rain. From heart.

Broken teeth. Purple face.

Glitter! Glitter!!

Maybe gold. Maybe not.

Sneak peek. Won't kill.

Check! Check!!

Real Eyes Realize Real Lies

I was telling a friend the other day, that I prefer those who openly show their weaknesses and are not afraid to be sincere about who they are. I've met the Buddhist, the Atheist and the Agnostic , I think they are truer than you, my brother.

They won't stab you in the front with a broken cross. They won't change their mind one day and tell you "God changed His".

I prefer those who tell you they can't and so they don't than those who promise "For better, for worse, my love will remain" while asking another for her room number. I prefer those who puff their cigarette openly to those who sin in the privacy of their walls only to judge the former in open.

When they say "I love you", please run away. They come with their bag of trouble! Run for dear life.

I segregate not based on beliefs. Life segregates based on what settles after the stirring. They look you in the eye and lie to you, and tell you you were imagining things, meanwhile, even whistling Bingo knew you had just been fooled.

It's a confusing world where grey means black and white, literally. What a tragic joke nature has played on mankind! 

When they say "Look into my eyes baby, trust me!", tell them "I rather trust the "pet me" sign on a python than trust what your eyes tell me!"
Rants of a betrayed chic,
Anonymous