WHAT DO WOMEN WANT?

I also laugh real hard when I hear this, "what do women really want" thing.The fun in this is how the men look tired and exhausted trying to understand women of which it's not that serious really! One thing to note is that, every woman is different and has her uniqueness just as every man is.

The same way we have our different sexual fetish; some fetish may appear weird to those who don't practice such. I mean for instance, men who love dirty stockings or ladies who love armpit hair.. Honestly, I happen to know a few and probably fallen a victim of one- Interesting yeah? So believe me when I say, wants and needs differ.

If you ask any woman including myself what we want, our typical response is "I just want to be happy" 

Who doesn't want to be happy?

I think what women want is beyond happiness. Because every woman in love with a man who loves her in return is always happy and what makes her happy is just LOVE. Hardly would you find a woman who loves and is loved being grumpy and having multiple moods. Women are the easiest to please. 

Or let me rephrase. Good women are the easiest to please. Every good woman wants whatever her man has to offer. A man who offers the world and deprives his woman ATTENTION has failed. If you love your woman you will do everything to ensure her EMOTIONAL SECURITY that is, she doesn't have a feeling of another woman in your life. When things are going good for you, you must tell her even when things aren't you must have a strong COMMUNICATION process. When your woman brings an issue that bothers her to your table, be it about your sexual life, her work life, her friends or whatever the case may be PAY ATTENTION to her. I am sure every man also knows what a woman would like to have. Study her, her friends, study her body language and pay attention to her needs.

A woman is simple.

Now I ask, what do men really want? 

Love? Sex? Multiple women?

Because a woman can give a man all he wants- love, sex, attention, emotional security, food and peace but he still finds one woman out there to behold.

So fling in your responses and lets share ideas right at the comment box below. 

What Makes Me Special?

I am special and I know it.

So, either you or anyone swallows that, the status remains the same- That special girl.

Beautiful and smart is gold; Smart is silver and Beautiful is bronze- I have gold.

Personality as peaceful and transparent as that new mirror sitting behind my cupboard.

The presence of me as still and gentle as the blue sea with the bright sun wearing a cap over our heads.

Every of my words just right for the perfect occasion; to cheer, to comfort, to love, to hurt and to make peace.

My tongue as sharp as a blade, cruel as a polar bear, just when my emotions are bitten.

But,

Freely I give myself to that person that my heart points a finger at saying “awesome”.

Who can blame a heart hungry to love and be loved- only the devil.

In the end,

Should my heart be wrong?

If I get hurt

Or should it not have been what I was searching for?

I’d do something as simple as resume searching

Gather my horns and never forget my strings to strike the cord.

Eyes so sharp, antenna’s so active the signals come in strong.

Ready to breathe new air and create new waves.

It definitely hurts,

That it won’t be you I’d be kissing all night long

Your body nicely grinding against mine would all be memories

The fizzling I get when you whisper “do you like it” would be some other sexy guy all up in my bed

Telling me, “how do you like it” “Do you like it this way… or that way… or- “

My genuine happiness won’t be for you anymore but for him that understood what I felt for him wasn’t ordinary.

For him that cherished my smiles, complaints, openness and my moments.

For him that was proud to flaunt me to the whole world.

He is proud to have me just while you weren’t.

He understood my love needs and that’s why he had me.

It was nice to have met you.

The Cost of Unfaithfulness

I have been through a thousand years, a thousand times and ten thousand heart breaks in my lifetime.

From the very moment, my best friend and I graduated from high school and had to split for understandable reasons to the moment my friends did better than me at homework because I wasn’t all that geeky, down to the very moment I met him, all I ever wanted was honesty.

Things do happen and I understand.

Bella and I had to split because I couldn’t afford the school her parents wanted for her. I scored 2/10 all the time just because I rather write love poems than stay up doing homework. He didn’t want me anymore without a reason but an action.

He said- “it’s over”

Bella broke my heart when it was certain we couldn’t continue for 4 years after 6 years together. My playmates at school got me jealous with their excellent scores and every hand giving thumbs up.

For if he had grown to love someone else, or he had feelings for another girl, or maybe he saw something better for him, I could have understood. If I wasn’t what he wanted anymore, if I wasn’t just enough for him he should have told me. My option was to let him go and be happy and I’d be. I would have tried so hard to win him and if I failed I would help him pack his bags to be where his heart belongs because then I wouldn’t deserve a man who doesn’t want me.

My options were snatched the day death came knocking at his door.

Very silently at night, it barged on him.

I can imagine his fear… I can hear him screaming so loud I wish I was by his side that night. I wish we didn’t argue, I wish we didn’t go to bed angry, I wish I hadn’t said it was over between us.

Because I only felt saying those words will hurt him and cause him to say He loves me and won’t leave me. But my words had the devil escort him home. To tempt him in the middle of the night just before morning when I would get a chance to say “I didn’t mean any of what I Said last night”

The devil told him, I had grown to love someone else and that I saw someone better for me. The devil also mentioned that he wasn’t enough for me and would never be and so he decided to go and be where there is peace and love - HEAVEN.

All I ever wanted was honesty? Damn me!

He needed my honesty and I fed him his doubt.

Ever since then, my eyes always told stories that my mouth could never narrate.

I since then, lived in fear, coldness and loneliness. Ran away from home when his parents came looking for me after they found the note he left saying-

“Sonia Riman, I loved you and I never stopped”

                                                                                THE END

WHO I AM TODAY IS BECAUSE I STRUGGLED TO BE ME.

One thing you should never forget about today's write-up is the fact that "Regardless of any human being, you are You"

Everyday, we hear just about how much of a necessity it is to love yourself because it isn't just about who will love you. Trust me, some guys love "anything" but the point is, who will love you just enough? No one ever truly loves you like the way God will.

No one is going to argue that with me I hope because then I would have to call down my God for such individual. Lol

Okay Guys, so today ' talk is about the  Crazy Debby and her hilarious Job Interview. She's here again  I can't assure you it is the last time but...


I LOVE ME,
Simply fascinated by what I have become,
Many times I look stupid to anyone I tell my pain because of how much smile I wear everyday. But that's the fun about being a Debby.

I love me for my scars and my pain.
I love me for being that Softie, for being weak and strong at the same time.
I love me for times I cry and sob silently, chewing my aches and baring my lonely nights.

I love me for loving and caring for the wrong people that I hoped were mine forever.

I love me for my heart breaks, the disappointments and the setbacks.

I love me for the blades that marked my skin and the blood that gently poured out.

For picking up the broken pieces of my heart and making a sweet melody out of it was the most beautiful thing I ever did.

That I was cold, hard and numb at some point for reasons that were overwhelming caused me to be scared to heal, be whole and love again.

But despite everything,

I love me for desiring true love and for believing in it.

I love me for rising above rape and abuse, a story for another day...
I love me for the times memories terrified me, the times I wasn't tough enough to stand on my own.

I love me for the times that I needed to lean on someone, the times that I needed a warm hug and a pat on my back but got none but yet my life did go on.

I love me for my slow songs and deep lyrics.

I, at some point became that emotional "thing", who all she ever wanted was a short-brief kiss on her forehead but got only another reason to grief.

Regardless, I love me for my sensational poems.

I love me for my big heart and the part of me that people took for granted.

I love me for yet easily falling deeply and caring while bracing my hurt.

Oooooooh Yeah!
One thing I'm crazy about? My  Body!
I love me for my body, and for the sides of me I wasn't much comfortable with.

I love me for my changes, my pretty eyes and soft lips.

I love me for my cute big forehead and my not so beautiful feet. lol Cheers to my forehead and that little feet!

I love for me for me why?
Because all of this including my mistakes made me sour cream, amazing, special and a little bit more human than the rest to the world.

For I am a beautiful soul, showcased in an amazing body and guarded by a wonderful spirit.

I AM ME AND NO ONE ELSE.

WRITTEN BY: Deborah Erakpor
EDITRD BY: Jessy Deremi

EVEN ROCKS CRACK- Deborah Erakpor

Hey guys! I told you about Debby and her little experience? So she is just about to share it with you. Lol, Pay rapid attention guys.

Yes! Even rocks are capable of having cracks!

Looking at my life, I can say this phrase was born out of an experience which I had recently. So, sometime this week, I had an interview and I was to meet the CEO of the firm because I had passed the first two stages of the interview. On meeting her, we sat down and the session began.

She asked a couple of memorable questions and in the midst of all those questions gave rise to very insensitive remarks as well as insults. It was like from 0 to 100 in a jiffy!  Ouch! as I sat there in awe and absolutely bewildered by what had just happened.

Did I forget to mention? She had the nastiest attitude and aura I’d ever seen in my entire life. But despite how tough I am naturally, I left back to my office demoralized, so down in my spirit and I didn’t think I’d have been able to recover for at least another 24 hours. It sank in pretty deep but as a strong believer of resisting negative vibes I picked myself up very quickly.

Now, I want you to understand that even rocks are capable of having cracks. This very experience made me realize that no matter how tough you are, there are possibilities’ of getting hurt by people and that is okay. Because many of them are people who know nothing about your journey or what you have been through, even the ones that do know a bit would do same and it would sting like a bee.

It is not what you deserve but the reality of life.

 No one is above getting hurt or being put down. Nevertheless, being hurt doesn’t mean staying hurt. The fact that there are cracks on a rock doesn’t stop the rock from being a rock. It still maintains its position and stands firm in the ground. True strength does not come from avoiding the hurts, the bad words, the nasty attitude, the rude boss, the cheating boyfriend or the fake friend as the case may be. True strength comes from how you are able to rise above all these and still be you-  Beautiful, Bold and Confident.

What was meant to hurt me, couldn’t hurt me it helped me and what was meant to kill me couldn’t kill me, it cured me.

What was meant to break me couldn’t break me, it built me and what was meant to imprison me couldn’t imprison me, it prepared me.

I won’t stay down and be hurt; I won’t let the negative vibes in because I won’t give another person the key to the drivers’ right to my emotions. If you give them the power to control you they certainly will.

And no one but you alone should have such power to manipulate your emotions.

So let them do their “best” (worst), let them say what they want, you just build a wall and when you get a crack and water comes in? boldy sh shake it off and stand firm, keep your head up, bask in positive vibes and keep it moving because even rocks are capable of having cracks but it doesn’t change it from being a rock and standing firm.

YOU’RE A ROCK!  

Sometimes, we just have to let go off something's that are designed to hurt us and burn our ego. Because when we don't let go? We stay in that moment for years without realizing it. One advice is, Believe in who you are and not anyone's opinion. When you are asked "tell me about yourself" what would you say? Well, I'd say, I am an amazing sexy ass girl! A lover to the core!

What would you say?

Written By: Deborah Erakpor
Edited By: Jessy Deremi

I HATE ME BECAUSE OF MY BOSS

Hi guys!

It's been an amazing week with lots of drama, I am sure Debby has a story to tell Lol. Well, I am sure we all come across several depressing, tormenting and frustrating situations in our day to day life but all we need is to be calm and take control over our emotions. We need to guard our emotions like our gold and silver because it truly is.

The Greatest Power anyone can have over us is the Power of our Emotions. Never let anyone toy with your emotions (feelings)

Speaking of myself? I don't hate me because of my boss but I am pretty sure some cases may differ. It will differ because you aren't  me neither am I to you. It is quite clear that Human Beings are different and we all have different levels of Patience, Absorbance, and Resilence.

It may happen sometimes that we have some misunderstanding with our bosses because of work done and not done, information passed but not received, or many at times their principles of doing things.



But I have a question...
Why would anyone want to influence somebody else's Principle? Somebody else's way of doing things just because we don't like it? We should get one thing right which is, "it is their style"
We can hardly do anything about what someone has decided to be like. But should we then become unhappy because of what they are like?

No!

Let People be free to be what they want as long as they are comfortable in their own skin

That is my belief.
 Not for anything should you hate yourself because who then will Love you? Your Boss loves his life, she also loves her life just get it.

They may Boss you, Toss you but they won't kill you. Form that thick skin to every bullshit and every demoralizing statement because you wouldn't have been hired if they didn't see that awesome potential in you.

Rise up above Words.
But if Words turn to Actions, take your leave.


So from today on?






See you soon guys!

AND SO WE PART WAYS...

I was told it was dangerous to love but above all more dangerous to be in love.

I fell like a baby born to fall and without regrets I soiled in it.

I had never felt a better joy or a happier moment. It was like a moment of fulfillment.

I was warned against things that looked too real to be true that they just might be mere wishes, but I wasn’t listening and so I fell deeply into his coven.

I tried to pull myself out or even find a rescue hand but the more I tried the more I died inside of me.

Ejecting what I thought completed me was my worst nightmare.

How couldn’t he want me anymore? Wasn’t I enough or was I not just good enough. He used to call me his Everything until I became nothing of value to him.

But where did I miss it? And where did I go wrong? He was the symbol of love in my heart.

I thought if loving less was a risk to losing him, then loving more would have been a way to keep him forever.

But I said- If you ever stop loving me just tell me and let me go. I lost control of everything the day reality was born.

What is reality? Does it really exist?

I have asked myself so many times what exists and what doesn’t exist. And I realized that I exist. My thoughts are real, my feelings are true and my life is a miracle. In my existence, I found the truth behind reality.

Reality like my mind tells me is not what I think but what is true. And what is true is not about how I feel but how things turn out to be. I am not reality, just as reality is not me. And just as I exist, reality does exist too.

Along the way I understood that I can’t make my reality but I can make my wishes. Reality is what effort, time and consistency can dare to forge but reality is the result of things done yesterday, today, tomorrow or the day after.

I may have wished us a forever but reality says; today, we part ways and so our story ends here…

YOU MADE ME TASTE THE DISTANCE

When you told me you had to go, I asked myself " does this always have to happen to me?"

Do I at some point have to feel this ache of letting go or what really is my issue? You don't let me do enough for you and it makes me feel like you don't really want much from me. 

Maybe no one ever expects much from me but I had hoped you'd be different.

No one sees their importance through my eyes but how about my actions are they blind too?

But for how much I am ready to sacrifice anything for you, do you not see it?

A day without you is like a day without the sun.
It's like a torment to my life.
It is a soak of sorrow to my heart.

You'd be gone a week and when you return I hope you wont go again.
This one time, I'd manage.
This one time, I'd endure.

It doesn't look like I can because humanly I can't.
But I'd cope.

SO, I'D WAIT...

You can't control both the good and bad things that happens in life but you van control how you take it. Being away from someone who you care so much about is quite painful but sometimes there is little we can do about it. But one lesson I have learned from this is, if you cant do without somebody for a few days, you should try to keep them forever. "Protect them so much that even sickness won't snatch them away from you" 

Who have you missed so much? Share with us your story :)

I will give anything up for you.

WHEN IT IS YOUR OWN

There is just something sweet and true about what belongs to you. Have you ever had to fight for your baby to love you? I'm quite sure that's a no.

So on the last day of 2016, I went for this cross over service that my sister kept calling pass over (sigh) I'm glad we all made it; so on this night I managed to have this beautiful six months old baby girl fall in love with me. Maybe she was in love with my rumpled dress or my oversized slippers, but only her knew whatever she saw that no able man in that building could see.

Anyway, so we played all through and I made her smile more than a couple of times.

Her mum had walked pass us and had thanked me for helping her handle such a troublesome girl she said. I smiled.

Just maybe her mum only remembered that she needed to change "Chidinma's" diapers so she quickly ran towards us. And just as mama chidinma stretched out her both hands to carry her, she joyfully left me. I mean she walked out on all the sweets and biscuits I had used to keep her longer with me. I sighted both Chidinma and her mum at one corner and I walked for less than a minute till I got to where they were. Just as I tried to play with her, she frowned and cringed towards her mum and I felt so embarrassed and with a joyful face went back to sit.

So what is my point here?

All points I have ever tried to make has always been about this thing called LOVE.

Have you ever been in love? Ever?

Alright. Have you seen the relationship between a baby and his mum or have you watched how a baby giggles when his mum smiles at him? It is such an awesome sight and a wonderful experience.

A baby may have people he likes to play with. But these people are not his first love. They are not comparable with his mum! He likes them or he may even love them but they just aren't his mum irrespective of what he feels for them. And above all? He takes his mum.

2016 I believe should have been a year where we made ALL our mistakes and cried out all our tears. Well because this year isn't a year where we should make more mistakes about this thing called LOVE.

Love is simple so why make mistakes? Love is clear so why go blind about it?

There is something I must point out

"Let your man do whatever he likes don't forget to do whatever you like too"

Mind you, I didn't say let your man cheat so you can cheat as well. What I'm saying is if your man cheats do what you like. You can choose to stay or choose to walk away but that's your decision. Don't burden others to help you make a decision. If what is obvious in your relationship isn't obvious enough to you how then do friends, sisters or brothers have clearer visions to help you make a decision?

So please, do what you want. But don't forget.

Would that baby have left his mum to spend a night with me just because of sweets and biscuits?

So why would your man spend a night with a woman because of breast and buttocks?

Or why would your woman decide to spend a night with a man because of money and car.

Genuine love doesn't cheat and would never lie.

Don't make excuses for anyone.

Your own will stick just as a baby sticks.

I care.

WHY I WONT DATE A MARRIED MAN

He's spying on me

I am not afraid to get involved with a married man even if he has 12 kids or even if he has been married for 20 years or more. All of that won’t scare me or make me not love a man that can give me all I want and take care of me.

The truth is; many women these days look for men who will spend heaven on earth, give them the best, the latest, the most classy but why do they need all of this? I’ll tell you what I think. Today, women, many of them take pleasure in showing off, or letting the world know what they’ve got.” Thanks” to snapchat for actually making this people be who they are not. But that’s not what I’m here to chat about.

The question is if a married can take care of all my needs why then won’t I date him if I claim having 12 kids doesn’t change anything.

I will tell you why…

What if I fall in love with not just his money but with him? What if I love him genuinely and don’t want to continue sharing him? And then he tells me the obvious “you know I am married” or he tells me what I’d like to hear “I will divorce my wife” you really think he’s gonna do that by snapping his fingers? Or you think it is that easy if he is married to a woman who wouldn’t stop praying?

Honestly, why I won’t date a married man is simple, short and understandable. I CAN NOT BEAR THE EMOTIONAL DAMAGE, TORTURE… AND PAIN. I can’t bear to love a man who I cannot have next to me at any time of the day or night. What if I wake up with a terrifying dream who do I hold tight? a man that is cuddling his wife? Or a man that will turn to me and say “tell me about it” because he is mine?

The worst thing to ever waste your time on is a heart that isn’t yours and a home that you can’t have. But then, this man may actually prefer you to his wife for some good or flat reasons and he could decide to abandon the home he has built just to make you happy… But you do not realize that or you haven’t realized yet that for a man to walk out of his marriage he has no sense of value for commitment and he would walk out on you too. Maybe not while you’re still young and juicy but when you turn 30 maybe 40 if your jaz is mighty.

Please don’t pet yourself by saying “it will last” after the struggle to get him because the only thing that last forever is Gods’ will. And it was Gods’ will you dared to break and He will punish you for it. If you’re dating a married man it’s good for you. Ensure you don’t break his home tho just realize the right way before its late otherwise be the super glue in their relationship.

I don’t judge people.

I am not perfect..

MY BOYFRIEND IS A BROKEASS BECAUSE HE DOESN’T LIVE ON THE ISLAND

I need a babe for the night...

Many “young girls” have a very disgusting rude mentality!

Sometime ago I was in neo coffee shop somewhere in V.I and I overhead a chitchat between a group of three girls who walked in looking physically comfortable and well-to-do. The baseline of their conversation was “I cannot date a mainland boy”. I became shocked and confused as I could not relate with the reasons to such conclusion. Lol men have indeed suffered discrimination (and some other women would be ranting about feminism).

I laughed deeply in my head and decided to take a quick mental judgment of what kind of persons they might be. My first bother was “did they come to a coffee shop to deliberate as what kind of man to date?” Or where they expecting some boxed up nigga to walk in and then they fling their interest?

I leaned back to my seat to hear them carefully as they weren’t my front view. I crossed my legs pretending I was lost in search of some forgotten inspiration. Hardly did they know I wasn't only having a cup of coffee.  The lead speaker stressed “Mainland guys are broke”

 HA!

 Not until this confession I couldn’t picture their hurt towards “our mainland men”.

For the first time I needed an extra cup of coffee. This inspiration I was in search of must have been really lost! I made an attempt to get the attention of the waiter to refill my cup as I skillfully took a better look at these girls…

“Oh hello” I said

That I would be ignored I didn’t see that coming. I shook it off. I’m used to the envy of girls, I’m pretty sure it couldn’t have been a guy. Lol

My entire opinion to some girls with this mentality is that it is better you go make a living than to be hanging around the island in search of capable men. How does the fact that a man lives on the mainland affect his income? Or his right to a big house or great ride? Unfortunately many young ladies would miss out on opportunities to get a real man when the only recognized real men are on the island with jobs or without jobs and I’m quite sure they don’t even care to know.

And to be precise, when I say “young girls” I mean mentally immature girls… It’s rather unfortunate that we have grown with the wrong ideas.

REASONS WHY MARRIAGES FAIL- MY MARRIAGE IS FAILING

"Marriages these days do not last. We have no one to blame but ourselves. We are the real issue because I'm quite sure that no one walks into a marriage with both eyes closed. At least Yoruba girls shut one and leave the other. Well except many of us still live in the 1990s  and are still married off by their parents.
Well welcome to the 21st century where we pick the ones that we want.
So why then do we break up if he was the one?"

"I don't love him anymore" That's all we hear, We have made it a norm to just call it off like he was the boyfriend you started dating 2 months ago. Things would most likely change when people start getting jailed for broken homes and ruining the lives of innocent children.

Let me make something clear; We can make our marriages work!

Why do married couples fall apart?

Let me start with the women.
Women have this dirty behavior of "I want to look like a wife and not a chick in my husbands' house" "I don't have time to dress too much I have kids to care for" "My husband won't see me as wife material if I dress this way" To make it worse they share their stories with friends. And i dont blame friends and their advice because every friend would want the best for you. But I blame the wife who goes crawling for advice when you can simply talk to your husband (your confidant) when things aren't okay.

As to address that dirty behavior... Did your husband marry you in deeper life clothings? Then keep it up till he demands a change. He married you with your skimpy skimpy? please don't convert, he didn't ask you to. Why do women suddenly think marriage is a bustop? It is NOT A BUSTOP!
Your man wants you as sexy as he met you and he wants you to still be the market demands. He wants to feel like he got the best woman and that his fellow man would die for.
If you married a Yoruba man, you had better keep your sexy game strong.

Women get married and say; I have to cook, bath my kids, cater for them, blablablabla.... You married your husband and not your kids. Your husband needs to be catered for. Or do you think he married you to just born baby and groom them? If thats the case he is allowed to walk away after all you have groomed the kids. Isn't it?
The way you treat your husband after the birth of kids determines what the end product will be. Your primary aim is to satisfy your husband! Some women carry it on their heads and say "I carried this baby for 9 months" Young woman, he donated his sperm, his every caring person, his time, his love and patience for 9 months. He loved you not to taste another woman for that period. He deserves a standing ovation for keeping his tool under control.
So don't start by ranting and saying I carried my baby for 9 months because he endured for 9 months of temptation.

Women want to look wife material... Madam, he has married you because he saw you as his wife, so don't try to look like one because you are one. You are his wife! Do you know how many side chicks want your man? But he sealed it with you because there is something in you that he couldn't find in others and that's what made you his wife.

So women, I beg you, look smoking hot for your man, keep that fire burning. If your man isn't good in bed you can control him in bed by striking the positions and telling him how you want it. Do not go about telling your friends because it is your marriage and not theirs!!!
Keep your marriage life private because it only gets ruined when you let the external party in. Sex is an act so display it and do not be shy to. If he isn't doing it well, teach him how to.
Dont forget "ACTION SPEAKS BETTER THAN WORDS" Don't start throwing it in his face instead make the move.


Next week we would be talking about the men :)

Could it be nemesis?

What am i not doing right?

I think it is nemesis...

Young and brave with so much confidence and gut

Hard to approach, hard to convince, scarce to find

Irresistibly loved and routinely praised

Heart as strong as a fist but yet. everyone secretly admires

Too right to write a wrong

Happy and cheerful, kind and soft

Dangerous heart breaker, but not by choice

Hot and fine but must I date?



Yes, still brave, gutty and confident

Still hard to approach and scarce to find

Irresistibly loved but hardly praised

Secretly still admired

Sad and bitter, kind and soft

repeatedly heart broken

Hot and fine and so I decided to date


Dating started my history and changed my story

Countless time I've hopped in the wrong hands that I do not think there are still good hands

Hot and fine doesn't guarantee the sweetest guy it only widens your luck

If I were less hot and fine I would have settled down

Or are my standards just too high? Or am I surrounded by some wall of Jericho?


What exactly am I doing wrong?

Sad and bitter

I envy the less sexy and less beautiful

Come teach me your ways I want to learn

Could it be that you loved your man differently than I did?

Come,

Come teach me your ways


Even as much as I am not materialistic

Even as much as I do not demand

Even as much as I cater for myself, they all still walk away or simply just mess up.

Do I then become materialistic, demanding and depending?

Netflix and chilling sport on point


Or do the less sexy do it in a less sexy way that make the guys stay?

Or could this just be nemesis for just being me?

What is my wrong?

A LETTER TO MY VAL

I can't thank you more than I already have...

You are worth my heart praising.

If you hadn't been here, I would have been on my bed with the lights off

But you have given me a reason to be out there with the best smile

Many relationships ended but ours just crossed the hurdle

We are going another mile and we would get there

You are a beautiful lover, the most amazing man with the biggest heart

Thank you for having me



XOXO

BEING BLACK... BECAUSE I'M BLACK

Being black, I'm a looter

when I'm trying to survive

Being Black, I'm a murderer

while the white boy is psychologically disturbed

Being Black, I'm not beautiful

Rather I am an associate of violence

Being Black, I am never obedient to the police

I always refuse to comply

Being Black, I am the scape goat for the police to torture

Even when I have committed no crime

Being Black, I am never right

My opinions don't matter

Being Black, I should swallow any unfair treatments

Because the judge wont hear my story

Being Black, I have no rights, I am no human


BUT BEING BLACK

My opinions are as important as the white boys'

I am not ugly and I'm not a looter!

I am not a murderer did the police accuse me so?

I am not violent! I am not violent!

So why should I be the polices' target?

I should have equal rights same as the white boys'

I am Black, and I am human.

I should voice out threats and I should be heard.

I should not just be tortured

But my opinions don't matter...

I can't change me

so,

STILL I REMAIN BLACK


BY: OLADIMEJI DOYIN

EDITED BY: JESSY DEREMI

THE SEASON OF LOVE- ADVICE FOR VALS DAY

So today, the whole world celebrates love.
Both those who mean it and those who don't deserve it.
Those who value it and those who give it up.
But if you mean it, then make it special, make it so beautiful that you want to do it again.

Appreciate the moment cause it could be gone in a whisper of smoke.
Butterflies, the person that gives you butterflies might just be the key to your long sought happiness.

Kiss longer, smile deeply and let today be carved on your hearts for eternity.
For those of us that haven't found love yet, do something to take your mind off the fact that you gonna be lonely af on this day.
Block out all mushy mushy around you and you could still have a swell day.
And if you don't believe a day should dedicated to love or don't believe it exists like me?

Just remember one thing; "na who love don epp?".

By: Cheedywyz
Edited by: Jessy Deremi

HOW IS LIFE AFTER DEATH?

Someone asked… Is there life after death?

My careless response was “I think so”

I pushed further and I said “when people die their spirits rest in Abraham's’ bosom till Gods’ judgment comes upon them”

I said some people’s spirit do not rest.

But she thought… If that is the case, is she prepared for the life after death?

She looked me in the eye and said “If death comes now, where would you go to?”

I told her “I’ll go to hell”

From that day on… her life changed!

Everything about her changed that very day.

Had I known she was preparing her after life, a place to rest when she is gone.  

What happens to the dead?

Do they have a home?

Do they have a place to rest?

What happens when you’re ejected from the ones you love to a place where you have no one?

Are the dead lonely?

Can we still reach out to our lost but yet still loved ones; at least to keep them away from boredom?

Or maybe at least cheer them up?

If death steals away our loved ones, does death still have the right to take away our communication? 
How do we hear their cries? How do we know when they need us?

What happens after life?

Will there be another life?

Has the dead gone to begin another life? 
Are they ahead and we the living lagging behind?

What happens after life? “She asked”

But if only I knew she was gone for long…

Written by: Jessy Deremi

Inspired by: Cyndy Ernest

                     www.thejanuaryexperience.blogspot.com

VALS DAY IS HERE- WHAT HURTS THE MOST

It’s so sad not to have someone to call your own

It’s so sad not to watch others flaunt their gifts and you're forced to wear a smile

It’s so sad to be dumped a night to vals day

It’s so sad to hurt and smile

It’s also…

 So sad to be broke

So sad to lack confidence

So sad to try hard

So sad to love without the ability to maintain

Girls… It’s time to be understanding and be grateful. It is not your birthday so stop demanding and making wishes. Guys are not your godfathers or godmothers. Stop pressurizing them. Val’s day is to share love not time to get new flats in lekki. It’s not time to get a new ride. Stop chasing these men.

Guys… It’s not time to fall sick or lose interest. Do not be the one to break up with her because you can’t meet her ridiculous demands. They are ridiculous! Stand your ground, do what you can and let her walk away if she demands. O boi it is not her birthday!!! It’s a day for love to be shared.

A dose of love wont bite!

VALENTINES DAY IS SPYING ON US SO WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU SHARE WITH YOUR LOVER?