grOWInG uP

Growing up I had it so soft, tender and basically everything was at my disposal, it couldn't seem any better. My friends were equally comfortable, so it made for a picture perfect scenario, where all soft-like 'very' young minds just sit together to reason animation and satisfy 'confectionery' desire; no alcohol allowed at the time. All I needed to do was 'wake' every other thing was be taken care of. 'Don't bother son, we planned today since' all that care and pamper allowed for a conscience driven approach towards life, as the orientation was tender. Parents ensuring our needs are sponsored from academics, to attires, to financing trips. Ensuring all our worries are absorbed and discarded.


That's what threaded in our genes. That's the platform our mentality was built upon, that's why we're almost always totally dependent on them(parents) Some inter wove so fiercely that at 30+years old they still say 'my mummy' Its not our fault we're this grown and we still need mummy and daddy; well Mummy mostly, but That doesn't mean we are not as smart as can be, or that they cannot put in work where necessary. Its just this way because the system we found ourselves allowed that our parents took absolute care of us and never allowed us lean on any one else. So when the parental security is lifted it takes a lot of mental hard work to balance life independently. That's the stage THEwriter is in now, attempting to wear the Man's trouser and take up Manly responsibilities.

Growing up was fun also because there was room for everything, and the sweetest part is THEwriter wasn't responsible for his own misdeeds, or inaction, and watching me and my sibs grow up the in way and manner or God and morality, fused with 'street orientation' is worth the memory THEwriter preserved in his 'redEyeDiary' No lie, i enjoyed growing up as a child, playing in the Streets of Area 2, going up and down the stair case with total disrespect for energy was fun.

I miss growing up, and been Young.

Thank You.

@pokesville

comPLEX

What's the idea, concept or point telling somebody you love him, you'll care for him, hold him highest over and above all in his face, and then go behind his back to say you don't send him, and that the guy is just all over you. With your friends around you can't say you love him, you can't say anything good of him, you'll be lying he just wouldn't let you breath, when the real signal you give him is sure GreenLight. Do you really truly love and care for somebody you are ashamed of before your rather 'unfine' friends? Well feeling inferior before peers because of spouse is understandable; I mean if my Girl isn't up-to-date with the basic dictates and requirements set by modernization then I have a right to feel uncomfortable. Its a Right I have. But the truth is why not just reveal? Tell your spouse you admit you Love that 'baby am sorry but we can't go together, save for, if you'll stay in the car because you don't have that charisma of my Man' or you can say 'sugar-pie when we arrive don't speak to anybody, especially my Father, so you don't Fall my hand' that'll be better as the other person involved will accept his/her Fate. But if you refuse Sir, she'll continue to feel needed and respected. No wonder your friends treat her like puke, nothing she does or says amuses them. That's traceable to the manner you have placed her before others. Fool, you don't know people will address your spouse the way you regard and present them?

That's why he has become your 'father's driver' instead of your father. WoW!!! Picture a scene he realizes he is 'father's driver' instead of father. Now your own very own Kid sis is now a niece because of illegal Attire, and history has it that the dress that relegated her to niece was worn by you; then as legs and chest grew longer and bigger you were force to release it to her. Now she is your Aunts daughter just till your Friends leave.

Your hustling Brother has become a cousin, what is wrong with your Bro remaining your Bro? Where have you placed yourself? LoL, most hurtful is THEwriter is 'just my guy' because commissioner's son is around. I thought we could be perceived as a couple.

You are damn right I'll start a new life independent of you when I know you see terribly less of me. Truth is we weren't designed for each other. Our futures simply collided, then Lies and Love brought us this far. Yeah you lie to me they are jealous of our union, you tell them am just been managed.

THEwriter believes 'that which cannot be said is that which one is afraid of'

Boo you are simply perfect for me, and trust a brother, am cool with you too. But if am below your expectation then you can kindly face gutter.

Thank You

@pokesville

tRUth HURts

'I love u, and I'll always be with you' I always said, I meant it too, I meant it anytime and all the times I said it. But that's because the concept am referring to, and always referred to is inside you. It dwells in you, piloting your affairs, ensuring you physically act, and verbally pronounce words of zenith importance to me. Because the 'concept' put together events that have caused 'living' memories in the mind of THEwriter. That 'concept' my dear, THEwriter addressed twice above is your Attitude, your character, your words, your approach towards God, your sweet self.

Subsequently, if the aforementioned concept which initially allowed my humble self to direct sweet words, passionate touch and affection to you ceases to exist further in your person, then, that leaves THEwriter with no choice but to detach. Period!!!


I mean how can I fall in love with a Queen and b**tch ends up Irma Grese. I ain't gonna say 'oh love! Why did thou deceive and mislead me?' Naah, I don't play like that. THEwriter means how can He fall in love with you because you carry Him to church, and you pray and stuff; because truth is, a brother needs a praying girl to fight some 'mid-nightFlyingMatters' and then after a few weeks, am the one dragging you to church. Hell no!!!

Before I gave you consent it was all sweet words, telling me why I need you over and above the other Guys; telling me how I'll mean everything to you; now am stuck in your house, addressed as your wife, and you make me realize every passing second I traded my life's joy for your ring. I'd have been better off elsewhere. You used to be this friend that loved me and accepted my way of Life, and epitomized peace, then you transform into a FieryFlamingFurnace emitting heat and discomfort. AM GONE!!!


Truth hurts, but i will slowly transfer everything previously accorded to you to the female who has seen a better reason to be loved. You don't have to change.
You were chosen for a reason, you disappoint me when you stop been the person I fell in-love with. You'll just end up been somebody I used to know.

'Your everything Lies in your Hand, whether Gift or Slap'

Thank You

@pcogitatio

Soothing relief

It is a thought I am in that almost seems like reality. But the content of the thought is reality. THEwriter's mind is lost in this near-unexplainable situation. It feels, seems and looks like a 'heart-door' scenario. It feels like your heart has some sought of door and magnetic force that is pulling and consuming me. The mental image paints a picture of a man that has THEwriter's physique 'falling' into a door, or a room, or an opening which is undoubtedly your Heart. Bubu I see I am been helplessly consumed and swallowed-up; then I watch myself struggling to enter that heart of yours that has some sought of door, or opening. The feeling is difficult to put together in writing. Understand THEwriter is not experiencing a mental situation of having had a fall, and seen or viewed remaining on the ground; no, it has a picture of a continuous fall, or struggle to maintain balance to stand and walk. The man takes a form or shape of a walking Homo sapien. Like strength is insufficient and I am still falling each second I think of you while am still attempting to walk through to my home(Your heart). It draws a picture of my weakness before your person, like a servant before his Queen, also of my constant fear when the thought of losing you infiltrate my head.  

Baby I will never gain the energy to withstand a situation without you. I will never attempt to initiate the process of a debate of leaving or disposing the office of your boyfriend; Cos if I attempt to, Doom will consume me, and even if nature forgives my wrongs, where will I go to? Who is out there waiting to accept me again? Why should I remain blind over the long, sad and unhappy moments I experienced in that sorrowful life I lived during that period without you? Why should I leave you? #Ajuju. My heart softens at the sound of your voice, my blood pumps up when there is an issue with high potential level of causing a divide between us, which might lead to some undesirable consequences. As I type my heart is pounding, the air supply into my nostrils are shortening and limiting. I am gasping for oxygen.  

Your name is frequent on my lips, especially my lower lip, even in your absence, your name is quick to be mentioned to address male or female in all my conversations; means your matters and issues reside in my heart, as the abundance of the heart forces the mouth to reveal.

Baby your person gives me a kind of feeling I cannot decipher, not enigmatic, but surely indescribable. In fact even the 26 letters of the English alphabetical order cannot put together any form of sense or reason to express my inner self.   If I leave you, "The curse words of my mouth will take effect, and my verbal pronunciations will be set in motion which will definitely lead to internal anarchy and total devastation of THEwriter's persona."  

I love you like Mad.  

Thank You

@pokesville

baDDest BroS

Bros, You see You ba, you are a very bad guy, badder than Wiz-Kid, Skales and Banky combine in your own level. I sabi why you no wan accept my BBM invite, you just de decline, decline, decline. Bros wetin do new phone? Bros if you buy phone new you go die? Bros is anything wrong with receipt, warranty and carton?


Bros na so you de with your man wey just import(arrive) from Bayelsa, wey hold bills(money) but no trips(trips). You just involve am for one fresh, soft P(waka). Una(youBoth) just burst in Si-Va Bed(silver bird) just dive-in Diamond Lounge, just first pop 1 J.D(finewhisky) first for vision. Una just de feel light Jamz; D.J de perform. Frowning faces few, everybody just de smile and tins. Time de advance calmly into the night. Slowly slowly activities de take place. Den based on ABJ boy, and many Kush(NZT) for blood, you wan tidy one Ovaltine(SureGirl) for your man, make Im just de busy with. Sweet boy, you approach one, give am soft game, appropriately apportion swag; She Flow. Bros dis your man babe get friends oh! Dem smile as you carry dia friend go, so you fit still hold one of dem in the interim, but no, na Alomo(OshoFree) you want, na so you waka(walk) go meet one quiet girl de talk-soft for her ear. She just collect your phone to put number, after much persuasion. she press 0703303...the 3 no enter well, she try, try, try; immediately e(it) occur to her say na so her BB wey loss de mental(malfunction) 'OMG, this is my phone'... so as you notice the difficulty in her putting her number you offer to help, unto owner of handheld. She say 'where did you get this phone' your mind cut, chei!!! 'I say where did you get this phone?' See people de look you Bros, na Im she begin shout, de call her friends, say you be tiff(thief). Everybody de look you like MTVbase(mtvbase)


Bros again you no stop, you still go tidy street(illegal) Bros na 2nd Hand phone put you for wahala, wey you go accept invite wey person send, you de feel confi, she put soft-pictures for DP so tey(till) you de get mouth say BBM sure pass 2go. She de send you sweet pictures, fused with soothing voice for voice-note your head don mad; you de ginger your guys say your shawty(girl-friend) confirm pass their own. Say dia own no near your own for anything; Bros you de say your woman wowo(ugly) fresh pass dia women finest. You de see her Ajebo friends de snap with her, so tey your guys want make friends meet friends. Na im you go arrange A.P with shawty for one garden near Leg Qtrs for Apo; you just posi(position) de wait for your first Lady. As you see her burst down from cab, you stand, arrange chair near you make physical conversation, and Love professing commence. All your guys de smile, while dia chicks(girls) de frown. All of a sudden d car wey(that) park dia just reveal 4 coti(police) from no where, ashei(notKnowing) the bebe involve 5o(police) for the matter. The babe begin scream 'officers catch him, he stole my phone' 'dats my phone he's holding'!!! On normal, you suppose just calm everything down unto say you be Big-Boy and kpata kpata(finally) you go sought ekelebe(police) 2k, dem(they) go free you. But your guys first cut-out(run) because dem carry enough exhibit for their body. Hug and possibly Kiss wey you for collect from fresh girl turn sour, as you too gas nack-out(run) based on excess exhibit wey youself carry; because if olokpa(police) hold you, 1: case don change. 2: na you with drugs(NDLEA) go reason the rest. Finally as a Bros, you settle everything, dem free your guys chicks. That one no do you Bros, you still buy another stolen.



Bros why you hate to give-up? Bros na from dere I begin fear you till now. Now my babe phone loss, I send invite to you upon the sure DP wey I put of one Igala model with fine face, and mature smile, you decline. 2months after I try again, with Pastor concept on DP and PM; you decline. I wait 5months to try again, you still decline. So after 8months, before I give up I say make I try 1 lasttest time. I send you invite you accept, I happy scatter. Den without wasting my time, you send me pics of me and my babe, me and my guys, my babe and her Mama. You come send me the baddest(worst) ping 'guy try give-up; this phone don go' na there I kindly delete you.
Which means you study and cram all the contact and conversation before you wipe the phone. Bros iHaiL.

Thank You

@pokesviille