…..Pinning……

…that moment when you realise that you’ve been played and there’s nothing you can do about it….He has your heart hostage.

Ok guys, remember how I said I was gonna bring you another amazing writer? Well, I present to you, Miss Oyewande Alimi aka Dr. Giggles, aka @wendiealimi. We used to be classmates but I never knew she liked to write. Anyways, this was supposed to be a six part series but you know how plans change….. Too much story. I present to you, Pinning from Miss Alimi. Enjoy.

‘ You told me you were gonna leave her for me long ago’ I whispered as Dotun parked in front of my hostel, He obviously couldn’t see the tears that welled up in my eyes, he leaned towards me trying to kiss me, ‘Habi cmon you know I’m trying so hard to make you my official girl’, He whispered into my ear, softly nibbling my ear lobe, ‘seriously stop please’ I muttered as my toes curled.

Non – Prayer

Preview:

We are not always privileged to meet great people in our lives and when we do, we are often too blind to see it. This post is from someone I consider extremely talented. He is great at what he does and is extremely determined (I know, I know. Too much of the extremes right?! ) He is good like that. I call him banky the rebel. I present to you, Bankole Sijuade Banjo: the writing engineer, the rebel. Enjoy…

What Would Never Be…

As I ended the call, I smiled to myself. Though I had had a long day at work and all I could think of was my bed, I made an exception for today. My buddy and male bff,Lade was around and wanted to hangout and I’ll be drunk if I didn’t hangout with him.

48, Ono Shuaib Close…..

38 Ono Shuaib close……she looked at the address post again and smiled.
“Romoke, romoke, you’re day dreaming again abi”?
She smiled and looked at Lola, her best friend of 3years.
‘Have you ever noticed how smooth the address sounds?’ Romoke asked. ‘Address ke?!’ Lola asked incredulously. ‘Rom, are you ok?I cannot understand your obsession for your house address number’ Lola asked.

The Diva In Me :)

I is kind, I is smart, I is important but one thing I is not is a diva!!! I love clothes, I love to buy ‘em, wear ‘em and I loooooovvvvveeeee my makeup. But does that make me a diva, a fashion stylist in my own right?! I know not. But recent happenings changed that perspective for me.
On sunday, I got tired of my long flowing dress and had no other alternative. My options: men’s clothing.

What ‘The Help’ said to me…..

I hardly have time for anything these days….sometimes I honestly wonder what I do with my time. If I’m not working, I’m cleaning and etc etc. But I’m not here to rant today, I’m here because I finally had some Me time and I decided to take my friend and trusted PC (I call her Ivy) on a movie roll since all I’ve been doing with her is typing anyways. Thought she could use the fun.
So after seeing the movie, I felt a lot of things: anger, sadness, fear and despair. I realized how difficult it must have been at the time to be black. To be in a society that views you as less that human yet relies on you for its growth (re: Aibileen chracter).

Guest Blogger Toh Behd…..That’s Me!!!!! :D

So I guest blogged…..¯\..(•͡.̮ •͡ )../¯ if I put this up earlier. So for the enefit of those who wanna see other pieces of me in my writing (actually, I meant to say my over imaginative imagination) feel free to click, read and comment…..Love thee. <3

http://oyewande.wordpress.com/2011/11/26/diary-of-a-hussular-pt-2/

The Presentation

His palms were sweaty and he could feel his heart beating rapidly. He looked at the six faces watching him and felt sweat trickle down his thigh. They looked intently at the wall where only recently, the projector flashed images and pie charts. He wished they would say something soon so that he won’t keel over from a heart attack. The deliberation session that came after the presentation was over and he was here to hear their verdict. There was an audible sigh from one of the occupants on the table as he dropped his pen and relaxed on his seat, never once taking his eyes off the screen wall. There was a grunt from the head of the table and all other heads turned to face the MD as he motioned for the lights to be turned on.

*Drumroll*

*walks timidly onto stage*
Hi everyone,
I know its been a while since I put up a post. In my defense, I have being going through a pretty rough time personally, plus I kinda had a lot of things on my mind, work included. Still, it is not an excuse to have abandoned thee for so long so to make up for my absence, I have a treat. It will be a blog series….starring different ghen-ghenstic bloggers such as the famous Mr. Lajidwayem: music blogger toh quality

I Don’t Know

I don’t know….
For a very long time this was my refuge
My place of comfort,
No demands, thoughts made for me