Musings of an average girl

   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 relationship of sort.  Simple calls, a f

   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.      It had happened in their final year, some 4 years back

    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 advert campaign. Please, don't bid on it. I really need this break". He tried to sound ea

    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. She had briefly toyed with the idea of coming

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 had started straight out of school, went bankrupt, and th

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, his parents laments, "My enemies are at

     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 have devised ot

   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 sides, opened their windows. Some ig

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 couldn't even see that her wait was set too high. Her ass was too big, her hips too wide and

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.       "So, Sandra was raped! My God, i feel so sorry for her. I can't even imagine the pai

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 to stay. A member of her platoon had taken the time to get her a flyer for a house for corps members and they were t

      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 was disrespect to his man of

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