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Unscripted

  Good morning pips, It’s my birthday, yay! A new year begins for me. Anyway, in the spirit of the season, and cos it’s moi day, I’m releasing a short novella today for all your reading pleasure. I’ll appreciate your feedback anywhere, just lemme know what you think of the story.   Without so much…

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Collide

It happened naturally Long walks, awkward stares, first kiss Our journey to a glorious end A wonderful beginning The collision of bodies A new level, a new chapter of our story We filled the blank pages quickly Days turned to nights and nights became shorter As frenzied we merged as one Never letting go, we…

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Long Walks

Beauty with the beholder lies Was the tale spawned But without sight I found you beautiful You were my miss world, the prettiest of ‘em all Barbie had nothing on you, even snow white was a distant tenth And I was your most handsome None with me could compare On pedestals, our lives we placed…

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First Kiss

So, we kissed The joining of our lips together The urgency of our tongues Intertwined in chaotic frenzy Speaking words that would never be understood Unintelligible groans that chronicled our story For obvious it was, the desire: That was only the ‘prologue’ of our book Holding hands and giggling Our love song started With stares…

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Define Us

So I sang, with lyrics beautiful I serenaded She smiled, giggled and slowly walked on My heart stopped, I fainted for a brief while She rushed to me and stood there confused. Wondering, Am I the man she desired, would I complete her? My eyes opened in mischief, She realised her folly late, she had…

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Introduction

Like Olamide, I have this irrational urge to start by saying: First of all: introduction, I’m a novelist and a poet. Some prose too, mostly a mood thing I depended on an unseen muse Who whispers softly in my ears Atop my bed she comes to me With words and pictures she shares Intimate snapshots,…

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Regret

Here I sit The words fail me I stare at the blank pages before me And it reminds me of the emptiness you left. My pen is ready to write, The page is opened for words Yet my mind freezes at the thought of you Like it froze when you stood up and left. So,…

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