Musings of an average girl

It was an unlikely encounter, really.      Stella was a bubbly girl. She was one of those who entered a room with their mouths first. She was short at 5"3 in that skin tone group of neither dark nor fair. She had a pleasant face that never really crossed to being pretty, but was saved by having a smile that transformed her face from pleasant to gorgeous, enough curves to show she was female but not enough to make anyone stare. The truest compliments paid her were, "you are such a pleasant girl", "you such a friendly person" and "there is never a dull moment with you".     After running her mouth, she just manages to make off in one piece as she never quite provokes you to anger with her jests. She was one of the "ple ntious " masses who get affected by the slightest increase in the price of fuel and garri. She was on her way from buying said garri, standing by the road side waiting to get a bike when Pascal's car splashed mud all ove...

Isabella couldn't believe the reality before her eyes. How long was forever, really?    "I lo ve you forev er and a day more" he had said and she had believed him whole heartedly, believed every word. Forever had turned out to be a very short time indeed. He had seemed so sincere as he uttered those words and there went her trust. She had trusted him with her life, loved him from the depth of her soul. Why would he promise to be here forever and just up and leave? Did the promises shared mean nothing to him? Did he not care the situation he was leaving her in? How did he ever expect her to cope? He was her life, her pillar, her therapist and more importantly, her rock. And now? She's been left adrift at sea with no land in sight? Where does she start from?     Broken didn't begin to capture the state of her heart right now. She had really believed him when he said he would be with her forever. So forever was just 23 years, 9 months and 17 days? Cos that's ho...

I'm so sorry i left you guys hanging. Life got in the way in the form of depression and i took up training for a skill. however, i am back. The last installment for the scarred series would be available soon enough. And i am planning on writing a werewolf romance. Yay, or nay? Do drop your preferences.

    Its been a week since the incident in Blessing's house and she was still in perpetual night. It was as if the sun set and refused to rise. The complete lack of an apology from Melvin didn't help her pride at all. So, she had meant nothing to him? Or maybe she had served her purpose. She never should have branched out into advertising. The company was doing well before. But the need to make Melvin acknowledge her one way or the other was too great. She had to propose ridiculously low budgets to get the jobs they bid on, but the other areas of the company made up for the lack of profit from advertising. She gave a self-depreciating laugh. This went against all she thought she was. She was a modern confident woman who didn't need to play games to attract attention, Yet here she was. It seems when it came to Melvin, she didn't know herself at all. She had deliberately made stupid business decisions because of some misplaced hurt. And to what end? At the end of the day, ...

    i didn't know I had so much audience o. Is that not what it is called? People watching you. Really, I didn't know it was this bad! ahah! See me, see case o. Okay, let me explain.      Over the weekend, i attended my friend's baby naming ceremony. Me na, with my 'sumarty' , was helping to share the food, (throways face) and even carried the babies of other mums when they needed the help. Then, it started.      "Your baby is soo cute" she's smiling.      "oh, Its not my baby, i'm helping the mother. She's busy"      "Oh", she said.     You will be surprised how much emotions can be packed into one syllable - Disappiontment, scepticism, sadness, questioning your ability to reproduce, and most shocking of all, anger. Yes o! They are angry that you don't have a baby of your own. Is it their born? Ha! I shrugged it off.      When i wasn't carrying a b...

   Happy New Month, everyone, and welcome to August. The month of Grace and Favour. It can only get better.    Oh, and watch this space, something good is coming.

    Daughter of former governor of Delta State, Orode Uduaghan-Okpu turned 27 today. The mother of two shared these stunning photos along with some inspiring words. "When Strength Matters!! (Another Year today)," she writes Through the pain I saw grace Through the sorrow I saw joy Through the hardship I held on to faith Through the sleepless nights I saw peace Through the heart breaks I became love Through the sadness I learnt to smile Through the fire I kept it cool Through the storm I became calm Through the betrayal I grew loyal Through the hurt I saw healing Through the surgeries I saw Restoration Through the battering I gained strength Through the mistakes I found a path Through the shame Identity came Through the fear I found courage Through the lies I saw the hidden truth Through the gossips I learnt silence Through the brokenness I gained Myself Through it all He wrapped His arms around me and made it all better. Jesus made it all Better. ...

    Blessing sat staring at her phone, still reeling from the call she just received. She looked up when her sister Mercy walked in.     "When Melvin comes, please tell him something came up, and i had to rush out".    Her sister looked at her like she had grown an extra head. "Why? You are already dressed, and was just talking about your date, what changed? And i.......... "     As is prevalent in all African homes, a simple look from Blessing killed whatever Mercy had to say.     "Okay o. Hmmph!" She walked out.    Soon, Melvin came in. He was promptly told that Blessing had left urgently because something came up.      "But, her car is outside".      Mercy, who hadn't prepared for this couldn't come up with a response. "Erm, she left with someone, that is someone came to pick her. Yes."      "Well, i guess i will wait for her then". He ma...

   Its been 8 months since they had that talk. Meldive media had won the bid and had been awarded the contract. The Sparkles advert campaign was the whole package since they were launching the product into the market for the first time. And so Meldive had had to come up with an all-inclusive plan that included Outdoor advertising, print media adverts, TV and radio adverts, creation and management of pages on various social media platforms, shows/fiestas in parks and other busy places as well as give aways/prizes.     Its been a very busy 5 months since the campaign began and their efforts had started paying off. They had stopped the shows/fiestas a week ago and sales were still as high and if all went well, they would pull the plug on the give aways in a month's time. Sparkles had established itself in the market and endeared itself to customers.     Surprisingly, in these past months, Melvin and Blessing had developed a kind of rapport, a relat...

   To an onlooker, Tara was fine; she looked as she always looked, hair swept up in a hair do like a bus, she was wearing a smart dress, she even had an automatic smile for any one who waved at her, called to her or gave a greeting. Yes, Tara looked beautiful and fine and okay, Yet, she was anything but.      She looked happy for the couple as they said their vows and joined in the applause when they kissed. Looking at her, one would not know how pained she was. No one would guess that she had once thought that she would be the one reciting vows with the groom or that she had imagined that the bride would be her main of honour at the vow recital with the groom. But, such things happened.     The only way she had managed this far, in the ceremony was by sheer will and excellent acting skills. She was a thespian after all, and those acting classes had come in hand. But so were the two that people were congratulating even now.   ...

    Melvin had thought it would be awkward between them but it was not. The conversation just flowed freely, without being forced. Sure, they were only talking about mundane stuff: family, school, work and such,  but he thought he could still see a glimpse of his best friend just beneath the surface.      They smiled and wined and dined and smiled some more until finally, he could delay no longer. Suddenly, it felt like the planet earth was on his shoulders. His mouth felt dry; his throat, parched. The air was suddenly too hot and if he was wearing a tie, he would have loosened it. Yes, he was that nervous. What if she humiliated him? Made jest of his need, his plea?       "Erm, Blessing, there is something i really want to talk to you about....."        "Yes.......?" It was rude or abrupt. Good sign.        "A favour really. Its about the bid for the sparkles...

    Blessing Kalu was no fragile beauty. She was 5"8, with an ample bosom and wide hips. The entire package had a knockout effect. She was really beautiful. She was big, but not flabby. She was what could only be referred to as sexy and succulent. She was big, bold and beautiful but what really made her irresistible was her confidence. She knew she had beauty and brains. She had the presence that turned men into blabbing fools, tripping over their own tongues. She was sick and tired of men being reduced to idiots in their attempts to impress her, simply because she smiled at them.     But what was even more annoying was that the one man she wanted to affect that way remained stoic and unmoving even when she turned on the charm to the max. Her pride demanded he was affected as a balm to her hurt ego that many years ago.      She walked into the restaurant where she was to meet Melvin in......... 13 minutes ago. Oh, it was deliberate. Sh...

This is a series. The entire story would be too long for one post. Personally, i feel one post stories are rushed as i like to develop my characters. Sometimes, the story takes on a life of its own. So, here goes........________________________________________________________________      "This does not look good, Sir. If this continues, we won't be able to pay the staffs next month".      Melvin heard what David his accountant was saying but he wasn't really paying attention, he was stuck on not being able to pay his staffs the coming month. David was still talking,      "As you know, your savings from which we have been paying them is now completely gone. To pay them this month, we had to get a loan from the Bank, which i told you, was not a good idea".       Yes, yes, he did say it was a bad idea but pride made it impossible for Melvin to sit back and do nothing while the advertising company he h...

Therese thought of the young girl she had been with a detached feeling. Like she was watching a movie. She thought back to the girl who believed she could achieve anything. She scoffed. Even her scoff lacked fire, and sounded like she was chocking instead. Young Therese had been a strong believer of the world being her oyster. She had had so many dreams. It was a good thing she isn't here now. Therese thought. After several attempts, several singles and several years of trying, Therese had finally given up on music. She had searched for jobs, she was either not qualified, lacked the required skills, goofed at the interviews or older than they wanted. She felt defeated. She admitted to herself, the world was not her oyster.  Now, at what point do start feeling sorry for yourself? When do you stop? When does the self pity start? Is it when the bubble pops? Then you realize that the world being your oyster was just a little bit of an exaggeration. It happens to the best of us. The sel...

   It seems Africans and superstisions cannot be separated. Especially when it comes to the belief that a paranormal/supernatural being was responsible for their woes.   "Why is your face so rough?"    "I don't know o, witches and wizards won't let my face have peace".      Hits foot against a stone, "Jehovah, any plans of witches and wizards against my foot, i destroy!"     A partner whom they love breaks up with them, "Witches and wizards won't leave my relationship in peace!"     Didn't make WAEC, "Witches and wizards in my village don't want me to go to school!"       Watches an horror film, before bed, "i cast and i bind any witch or wizard giving me scary thoughts!" And the actions of witches and wizards goes on and on.       Oh, and another one! A guy gets into the habit of smoking and drinking hard substances, gets addicted and starts misbehaving, ...

     I have always admired the dark skin that is peculiar to Africans. And am a strong believer of 'the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice' but not everyone seem to think that. Interestingly i like light skinned people too. My best friend is very light. However, she was born that way. For those of us that are in the confused skin colour group- not 'black', 'chocolate' or 'fair - its more tricky for us.      You cannot refer to me as dark, however, if you describe me as' that fair girl', you get the side eye. So, i don't know if its the struggle to belong to the light skin group that precipitates bleaching. Yes, we know, call it by any other name - toning, bringing out your colour (as if the colour was one of your internal organs), bleaching is what it is.     In recent times, awareness on the dangers of bleaching had been spread, and the ones not past the stage of reason have become weary of it. And so, the cream peddlers h...

   I should probably start off with a proper introduction of myself. I am a very average Nigerian, one of the "plentious" masses..... And i was an avid supporter of the 'PMB' group. So much so, that my house became a venue for political debates. As my mum still remembered the tyranny and dictatorship of 'PMB' during his military regime. I was quick to point out that this was/is a democratic government and there would be no room for dictatorship. In my most delusional moments, i may have said Nigeria needed an iron fist at the reins for a change. Don't look at me like that, i said may have said, ahah! Oh, and the mantra, 'Change'! My anthem became, "We need change, Nigerians are tired! We need change!" yes, o, it was that serious! The elections happened, and change it was!      And the first thing baba did after being elected was to decree that a certain media house was banned from ever coming to any outing, press conferences or briefi...

     A wonderful Sunday morning. "This is the day of my breakthrough" "Amen!" We all sit in the bus that is to take us to our breakthrough venue that day. A wonderful man had been kind enough to provide a bus to take everyone to church without them having to    pay anything.       The past weeks, a middle aged man who had/still drank too much, causing him to look so old, sat by the 'window'. He would open the 'window' and ask anyone who complained about cold, (usually everyone) if they were the ones next to the window. The previous week, yours truly, had complained about cold, asking that he reduced the opening. He said he couldn't understand how i can be cold when i am not next to the window .      On this beautiful morning of my breakthrough, someone had beat bros to the window seat, so, he was behind me. On our way to the breakthrough venue, he complained about window and demanded everyone close to the si...

As part of a road safety campaign in the Australian state of Victoria, Melbourne, sculptor Patricia Piccinini created a model of what a human body built to survive bad car accidents would look like. The model named Graham features a huge chest, inflated head, extra nipples and absence of a neck. Piccinini drew from the knowledge of trauma surgeon Christian Kenfield and road safety engineer David Logan to build a body that could withstand a high-speed crash. Graham's huge chest and extra nipples are meant to mimic air bags and protect his rib cage. His lack of neck rules out broken bones and whiplash, while his flat, fatty face is designed to protect his nose and ears. The padded up chest with airbags between each rib protects his heart.Graham also has thicker and tougher skin to shield and reduce abrasions and road rash. Graham's features also come in handy if he is a pedestrian. He has strong legs allowing him to jump out of the way of oncoming cars, and...

     Tammy stared at herself in the mirror. She could still see them in her mind's eye.     "oh, i love your smile, it just brightens up the place!"     "Such beautiful skin. What cream do you use?"     The guys when they attempted at being charming.     "Wow! You are gorgeous!"     "You are Beauty, personified!"     "Girl, you are perfect!"     Oh, and the ones the ladies whispered when they thought she couldn't hear them.     "How does she manage to be so said?!" Ha! Would that that was true.      "She captivates everyone! Including my stupid husband!"      "she must have had surgery, no one can be that perfect!"    Tammy grimaced. Then scowled. Were they so stupid that they couldn't see that she was so fat? Or that her nose was a tad to big for her face? She hissed. Stupid people. They ...

I sat staring at the beautiful face of Mercy Johnson as she smiled at Kenneth Okonkwo on the screen but my ears were tuned to the conversation of the two males behind me.       "No mind her! You come guy room to read for night, na you first go school". He laughs.       "But, Christian come really rape her?"       "He no rape her! Ahah! They made love!"       "But you said she refused him, struggled till the end, and cried all the way home".       "Guy, na wa for you o. You no know how all these girls dey behave? Na jonesing na. She want am. No be rape!"     I was so angry, i was boiling inside. I was sure that if i opened my mouth to speak, words would not come out but fire. Yes, like a dragon! There goes another rape victim who "got what she deserved".     This took me back to a similar conversation between two girls. ...

Written for my very own Sunshine. This is fiction. It did not happen.................... Yet! 😊😊😊😊😊 ____________________________________      She had promised she would not cry. Why would a grown woman be crying 'erniehow' because her husband would be gone for a fortnight? But, while it was just two weeks, it would be the first time they were spending a night apart since their wedding 3 months ago. She walked into their living room, and like magnet, her eyes were drawn to their wedding pictures. Theirs was a simple wedding with just one twist- they said their vows at dusk, just when the sun was setting, as if smiling down at them.      She smiled.      Her handsome, thoughtful husband.      Her mind drifted back to how they met those 2.5 years ago.    It was the start of her National Service, posted to a state she had never been to, no hope for a place ...

      Daniel was a good enough chap, he was smart, handsome with a biting sense of humor. He was an inch or two taller than short, but didn't quite make it to being tall. He was a nice chocolate complexion, with straight white teeth, that produces the perfect smile. He was with an organisation, earning a reasonable salary, he was quite comfortable.    Then, Daniel found Faith. He was invited to a church by a lady he was interested in, and suddenly, he was touched, and went forward for the altar call. Since then, his life has never been the same. He prayed 5 hours each day, wore nothing more than material trousers and dress shirts, and never looked at 'sisters' to avoid temptation.      He had joined the club of those who quote their pastors but never the scriptures. Before talking for 5 mins, he was sure to have said "my pastor said" 3 times. He would fight you for saying his pastor's name without the preceding honorific, as it w...

I stare after Tara as she storm up the stairs. I knew the shock i felt was written on my face but it seemed i couldn't control myself around this girl. I, Dexter, who was so composed around every body else, can't seem to be able to do anything other than smile nervously when around her. Of all the things to have said to her this morning, i could only manage an "hey, you". This mumbling klutz, is what she has reduced me to. I see her and all my perfect pick up lines escape my brain; all of my practiced speech stay clogged up in my throat. Ugh....... , can you blame her for snapping at me? I would be irritated with me too, if i was subjected to witnessing such stupidity. Oh, but she is beautiful, and God, that smile! I could stare at her all day. Well, that, and my favourite past time, but that's not the issue. The issue is finding my tongue around her.... And i can't help wondering 'what is it?' What is it about her that makes me lose all my finess...

I'm thinking. . . . . "You are quiet, not at all like me, it would appear that your sense of humor is dead. You are not gorgeously good looking, earth shatteringly handsome or unequivocally cute. You lack the self assuredness and confidence that others exude. I doubt you would know what to do with me if i indeed give you me (not that you've asked)". . . . . I feel myself getting angry,. . . at myself..... "I am not this girl, i do not pine for a man, reverse is always the case, because i am beautiful and smart, with a heart stopping smile that is contagious,........ So, what is it?!..... What is it about you that makes me want to throw caution to the wind? What is it about you that makes me want to dance in the rain even if i catch my death of cold? What is it about you that sends my heart into overdrive every time i hear your voice or see your smile? That cute one sided smile, that's a little more than a slight lifting of your lips? Oh, and when that happen...