Diary, can you say "Whoa!"? Of course you can't, silly. You're just paper. But I love you anyway, because if you weren't here, I'd have no one to tell what happened. Yes, something happened.
Remember how I told you I had an audition for a commercial? I didn't get the part! Those good-for-nothing, no-brained ass wipes, turned me down! What?! I'm not pretty enough to sell toothpaste?! Ugh!! Dammit!! Needless to say, I was quite pissed. So, I sat on the sidewalk in front of the building and just let my anger boil.
I mean, I so don't get what's going on! I always get what I want! But daddy wouldn't not marry that tramp, and now I couldn't get a stupid part in a dumb commercial. I just sat there on the sidewalk for what seemed like forever, thinking over my now pathetic life. What's life if you can't get what you want at the snap of your fingers? I miss the mansion, and the maids, and the cars, and my credit cards. *sigh* My poor babies. I'm sure they miss me too. And I think I even started to cry a little bit.
Well, diary, fret not! For I have been rescued from the dump we were residing in. After I'd sulked for a reasonable amount of time, I tried to get up off the sidewalk, and I bumped into some idiot who couldn't watch where he was going. His coffee spilled all over me!! Who drinks coffee in the afternoon?! Who?!?! Fortunately, a nice gentleman calmed me down before I freaked out majorly. He took me to go get a change of clothes, and I told him our story over lunch.
Maybe not our story exactly. I may have fibbed a little. How little is "a little"? Well, I may or may not have told him daddy is dead, and his second wife tried to kill me because she was jealous and wanted everything in the will. What?! C'mon!! I don't even know how that story slipped out! Honest. But I couldn't stop once I'd started, so I continued. Hammed it up a bit. Told him she'd even sent assassins after me several times since I'd left, and I've been moving from one motel to the other to survive (at least it's kinda true). Sweetheart that he is, he decided to take me in.
So now, we have a comfortable room in the most adorable house I've ever seen (after daddy's, of course). He has 3 other house mates, and they own a talent agency together. Would you believe it? They're getting me a part in an indie movie that's about to go into production. :D No, I don't think we need to discuss what I have to give them in return, do you? I mean, it's not like I'm the first. Everyone uses what they have to get what they want (I'm learning very quickly.) As far as I'm concerned, all the world needs to know is that these really nice, slightly good-looking fellas took me in and helped me out. Yes, that's what I shall be writing in my tell-all book when I get around to it.
Looking forward to bigger things *giggle* and bigger roles in bigger movies. Will write later. Gotta go take care of some...stuff :)
*Snow* xx
31 May, 2011
27 May, 2011
My Despair
Free-falling into the depth of despair
No strings holding on, no safety net
For once, I forget all my inhibitions
I'm just me. Completely free.
And as empty as the space all around me
I want to pour my soul into a glass
Stir it up a bit. See what becomes of it.
These shadows, they won't let me be.
Persistently hovering, haunting me eternally
Dark clouds over my already dim existence.
Trapped in my freedom. Escape, a distant dream
A fantasy. With non-existent schemes and plots.
And so I fall deeper still. Further down the hole.
Uncomfortable with the knowledge that this hole, I did dig
And now, my heart's pounding. Getting closer
I just want it to end, to all be over
But what I want doesn't always matter
I'll take what I'm given, or go on without
This is the point I feared but longed for
The darkness, so much more than welcome
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I really don't know what to say about the above poem. Been going through some ish lately, and this is the best way I could let out some frustration. So, you can leave your thoughts below if you like. I'd love to see them though.
PS: I am very aware it doesn't rhyme.
No strings holding on, no safety net
For once, I forget all my inhibitions
I'm just me. Completely free.
And as empty as the space all around me
I want to pour my soul into a glass
Stir it up a bit. See what becomes of it.
These shadows, they won't let me be.
Persistently hovering, haunting me eternally
Dark clouds over my already dim existence.
Trapped in my freedom. Escape, a distant dream
A fantasy. With non-existent schemes and plots.
And so I fall deeper still. Further down the hole.
Uncomfortable with the knowledge that this hole, I did dig
And now, my heart's pounding. Getting closer
I just want it to end, to all be over
But what I want doesn't always matter
I'll take what I'm given, or go on without
This is the point I feared but longed for
The darkness, so much more than welcome
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I really don't know what to say about the above poem. Been going through some ish lately, and this is the best way I could let out some frustration. So, you can leave your thoughts below if you like. I'd love to see them though.
PS: I am very aware it doesn't rhyme.
25 May, 2011
Who's Got The Poison (Part 4)
I know some of you missed Part 3 last week, and that was partly my fault. You might want to go back a few posts and read it before reading this. Or, you could just click here. Ayyt. Now, Part 4...Please enjoy.
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He stroked the head on his chest gently with one hand, flickering images from the television lighting up the otherwise pitch-black room. Her warm, naked body pressed up against him, awakening his most primitive senses. She had basically turned his body into a bed by placing one half of her body on his - an arm across his midriff, a leg intertwined with one of his, forcing it to have direct contact with that beautiful, warm haven he so desperately craved. There really wasn't any point in denying it anymore. He wanted her. His free hand moved under the duvet that covered them, and roamed freely over her naked body, allowing his mind appreciate the silky texture of her skin. Every crease, every curve his fingers explored excited him more.
His thoughts went back to the night he'd first seen her. That night at the club, when her beautiful bikini-clad body had moved on the pole with flawless fluidity and enchanted him. Tony was no stranger to bars and strip clubs. Far from it. He'd seen, fondled, and , on the rare occasion, had very intimate relations with more than any male's fair share of strippers and pole dancers. But she was different, and he couldn't place his finger on why. She wasn't the best dancer he'd seen, but he felt pulled to her by an inexplicable force. He let out a low laugh. And to think I didn't want to go out that night.
Indeed, Tony had been dragged out by his friends on that particular night. He'd just relocated from Lagos, and his friends were eager to celebrate. He, on the other hand, had just wanted to relax at home with a movie, they were having none of that. And so it came to be that Tony wound up at the club that night, and had his soul captured by the dancer. Images of her tripping flashed through his mind, and goosebumps rose on his skin as he recollected what it had felt like to hold her for the first time. He'd actually been waiting for her to re-emerge from the rest room, and was hoping to somehow get her attention when, fortunately for him, she'd taken a tumble right in front of him. Of course, that hold was nothing compared to the embraces they'd shared these past couple of days, but it her touch had sent sparks shooting through his veins anyway. But he couldn't have his moment with her then. She was stunned, recovering from the adrenaline that he knew had flooded her mind. He'd watched her as she retreated to her booth, and all night.. At the end of the night, he'd gone through great lengths to acquire her number.
He felt her shudder and pulled her closer. He was happy to have her. The month and half they'd spent together had been glorious. Her appetite for life was contagious. They'd seen every new movie that was out, eaten at almost every restaurant, and she'd managed to drag him to the amusement park and convince him to get on several rides with her. Something he did not envision himself ever doing again. But he loved the days they just stayed in and cuddled the most. She was so petite next to him, wrapping her in his arms was too easy. They could just sit or lie holding each other for hours. He remembered when he'd first kissed her. She'd insisted they take things slow, even though she had no problem whatsoever with them stripping down to nothing, and in the instant his lips touched hers, he felt the hesitation. Tasted the fear and uncertainty. He understood.
He inwardly cursed whoever had made her so emotionally reserved. He'd learnt to wait for her to be the one who initiates their make-out sessions, and they had been few and far between. Every kiss was restrained, every touch met with rigidity. She was slowly loosening up though, thank God. But he wanted more. Sometimes, he played with her while she slept, using his fingers just lightly so she wouldn't wake, but he'd never gone further than that. He'd been tempted more than once though. He'd almost given in to the lust on a night when she, probably in a some sort of semi-conscious state, had responded positively to his touch, raising her hips to meet his seeking fingers, and moaning lightly. He'd lost his mind bringing her to climax that night. Watching her reaction had been nothing short of magical for him, and he longed to make her feel that way when she was awake. Even now, his fingers circled the object of his desires.
He paused when she stirred. He wasn't quite sure how she'd react to his actions. She'd probably be pretty upset. Fuck! His thoughts were interrupted by a low sound coming from her direction. "Temi? Are you up?"
Temi simply took the hand that had stirred her awake and guided it back to where it's attention had been only moments ago. "Don't stop." was all she said.
Ans that was more than enough for him. Rolling her unto her back, he let his fingers work; stroking, teasing, and taking the occasional plunge. Her moans growing as she squirmed and twisted on the bed. As the realisation that this was a rare occurrence and would probably never happen again hit him, he decided to take a chance and go as far as he could this one time. His lips found their way to where his fingers worked, and he tasted her for the first time. His mind had just began to bask in the joy of the way she felt against his lips, when he felt her stiffen. On any other day, he would've have stopped and returned to merely cuddling her. But this wasn't any other day. His tongue worked furiously alongside his fingers, lapping up the juices that now flowed freely, stopping at intervals to nibble lightly and suck on the clit.
Temi's moaning grew louder, and her breathing more urgent. Her body had surrendered to this man who'd taken up residence in her soul, and she'd lost all control. All these feelings....she'd only ever felt something close with one other person. She felt the tension building up inside her. Her voice failed her. She could only manage a whisper "Tony..."
He felt her body rise as she exploded in his mouth and around his fingers. And then she went limp, the walls around his tools pulsating as she continued to squirt more liquid gold. He slid his fingers out and rolled unto his back next to here. She was still whimpering. "Come here, baby." He said, bundling her into his arms, and holding her body against his. He held her like that, rocking her until she went back to sleep.
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He stroked the head on his chest gently with one hand, flickering images from the television lighting up the otherwise pitch-black room. Her warm, naked body pressed up against him, awakening his most primitive senses. She had basically turned his body into a bed by placing one half of her body on his - an arm across his midriff, a leg intertwined with one of his, forcing it to have direct contact with that beautiful, warm haven he so desperately craved. There really wasn't any point in denying it anymore. He wanted her. His free hand moved under the duvet that covered them, and roamed freely over her naked body, allowing his mind appreciate the silky texture of her skin. Every crease, every curve his fingers explored excited him more.
His thoughts went back to the night he'd first seen her. That night at the club, when her beautiful bikini-clad body had moved on the pole with flawless fluidity and enchanted him. Tony was no stranger to bars and strip clubs. Far from it. He'd seen, fondled, and , on the rare occasion, had very intimate relations with more than any male's fair share of strippers and pole dancers. But she was different, and he couldn't place his finger on why. She wasn't the best dancer he'd seen, but he felt pulled to her by an inexplicable force. He let out a low laugh. And to think I didn't want to go out that night.
Indeed, Tony had been dragged out by his friends on that particular night. He'd just relocated from Lagos, and his friends were eager to celebrate. He, on the other hand, had just wanted to relax at home with a movie, they were having none of that. And so it came to be that Tony wound up at the club that night, and had his soul captured by the dancer. Images of her tripping flashed through his mind, and goosebumps rose on his skin as he recollected what it had felt like to hold her for the first time. He'd actually been waiting for her to re-emerge from the rest room, and was hoping to somehow get her attention when, fortunately for him, she'd taken a tumble right in front of him. Of course, that hold was nothing compared to the embraces they'd shared these past couple of days, but it her touch had sent sparks shooting through his veins anyway. But he couldn't have his moment with her then. She was stunned, recovering from the adrenaline that he knew had flooded her mind. He'd watched her as she retreated to her booth, and all night.. At the end of the night, he'd gone through great lengths to acquire her number.
He felt her shudder and pulled her closer. He was happy to have her. The month and half they'd spent together had been glorious. Her appetite for life was contagious. They'd seen every new movie that was out, eaten at almost every restaurant, and she'd managed to drag him to the amusement park and convince him to get on several rides with her. Something he did not envision himself ever doing again. But he loved the days they just stayed in and cuddled the most. She was so petite next to him, wrapping her in his arms was too easy. They could just sit or lie holding each other for hours. He remembered when he'd first kissed her. She'd insisted they take things slow, even though she had no problem whatsoever with them stripping down to nothing, and in the instant his lips touched hers, he felt the hesitation. Tasted the fear and uncertainty. He understood.
He inwardly cursed whoever had made her so emotionally reserved. He'd learnt to wait for her to be the one who initiates their make-out sessions, and they had been few and far between. Every kiss was restrained, every touch met with rigidity. She was slowly loosening up though, thank God. But he wanted more. Sometimes, he played with her while she slept, using his fingers just lightly so she wouldn't wake, but he'd never gone further than that. He'd been tempted more than once though. He'd almost given in to the lust on a night when she, probably in a some sort of semi-conscious state, had responded positively to his touch, raising her hips to meet his seeking fingers, and moaning lightly. He'd lost his mind bringing her to climax that night. Watching her reaction had been nothing short of magical for him, and he longed to make her feel that way when she was awake. Even now, his fingers circled the object of his desires.
He paused when she stirred. He wasn't quite sure how she'd react to his actions. She'd probably be pretty upset. Fuck! His thoughts were interrupted by a low sound coming from her direction. "Temi? Are you up?"
Temi simply took the hand that had stirred her awake and guided it back to where it's attention had been only moments ago. "Don't stop." was all she said.
Ans that was more than enough for him. Rolling her unto her back, he let his fingers work; stroking, teasing, and taking the occasional plunge. Her moans growing as she squirmed and twisted on the bed. As the realisation that this was a rare occurrence and would probably never happen again hit him, he decided to take a chance and go as far as he could this one time. His lips found their way to where his fingers worked, and he tasted her for the first time. His mind had just began to bask in the joy of the way she felt against his lips, when he felt her stiffen. On any other day, he would've have stopped and returned to merely cuddling her. But this wasn't any other day. His tongue worked furiously alongside his fingers, lapping up the juices that now flowed freely, stopping at intervals to nibble lightly and suck on the clit.
Temi's moaning grew louder, and her breathing more urgent. Her body had surrendered to this man who'd taken up residence in her soul, and she'd lost all control. All these feelings....she'd only ever felt something close with one other person. She felt the tension building up inside her. Her voice failed her. She could only manage a whisper "Tony..."
He felt her body rise as she exploded in his mouth and around his fingers. And then she went limp, the walls around his tools pulsating as she continued to squirt more liquid gold. He slid his fingers out and rolled unto his back next to here. She was still whimpering. "Come here, baby." He said, bundling her into his arms, and holding her body against his. He held her like that, rocking her until she went back to sleep.
24 May, 2011
The Diary of Snow White I
Hey Diary,
How have you been? Me? I guess I’m good, but a lot has happened to me since the last time we ‘spoke’. Do you remember Dana? Daddy’s stupid bitch P.A. I used to go shopping with and do my nails with? Yeah? Well, he decided he was going to marry her. OUT OF THE FREAKING BLUE!
Can you imagine that!? So that was why she was being all nice to me. I knew something fishy was going on; the way Daddy used to look at her, the obscene amounts of time they spent together. P.As do NOT spend that much time with their bosses!! And they especially do not hang around the house all the time like she does! I just figured she enjoyed being around me! I mean, who wouldn't? But, appaz, she was just trying to warm her way into our home.
This is all my fault! If only I had been a little more attentive. Just a little more perceptive and observant, I could have stopped this. But alas, the wedding date has been set.
That skinny bitch. I hate her!! Now I miss Mummy L. I mean, this only goes to show that she cannot be trusted, right? She asked me to be her chief bridesmaid. Imagine the nerve!! And yes, you guessed right; I said a big fat NO! Daddy was very displeased and Dana acted like she was sad and all, but I could see right through her woe-is-me act! She’s a good actress, but not good enough to fool me.
I decided that it was my duty to free Daddy from the shackles of this gold-digging whore. I had tried to talk to him before but he just could find no fault in his ‘queen’. Urrggghhh! I tried to call the caterers to jumble up the orders for the food for the wedding; I tried to shred her wedding dress, and even tried to invite and uninvite some guests. Let’s just say that Lady Luck was not on my side. The wedding was to go on as scheduled and Daddy was more than enraged at me. Little Ms. P.A.-turned-wife just kept on crying and playing the victim all through the whole fiasco. Ah well...
I made up my mind that if Daddy wasn’t going to see the light, then I was going to run away from home. There was no way I was going to live with that woman. I knew fully well it was a glamorous life, but the thought of seeing Dana trying to take Mummy’s place just broke my heart. Plus, I’ve always wanted to be an actress. I figured now would be as good a time as any to chase my dream. Better to kill two birds with one stone than kill...ha, I’ve got nothing.
Anyway, as I write this, I’m in a shabby motel in Hollywood. It’s so not what I’m used to but at least when I become super famous, I’ll have experiences to draw on to put in my bestseller tell-all. WOOP WOOP!!
I’m going for an audition for a commercial tomorrow. I’m really excited about it and I hope I get the part.
By the way, I dyed my hair platinum blonde. I’m kinda getting my Marilyn Monroe on right now. Plus, I’m no longer Mackenzie Black. My name is Snow White.
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So, that's Snow's first diary entry. Written by the one and only @nwaokpoechi, who I think should really start blogging again. Thanks for reading. I really hope you liked it. Also, if you missed Cindy's Diary, feel free to use the links to go back.
How have you been? Me? I guess I’m good, but a lot has happened to me since the last time we ‘spoke’. Do you remember Dana? Daddy’s stupid bitch P.A. I used to go shopping with and do my nails with? Yeah? Well, he decided he was going to marry her. OUT OF THE FREAKING BLUE!
Can you imagine that!? So that was why she was being all nice to me. I knew something fishy was going on; the way Daddy used to look at her, the obscene amounts of time they spent together. P.As do NOT spend that much time with their bosses!! And they especially do not hang around the house all the time like she does! I just figured she enjoyed being around me! I mean, who wouldn't? But, appaz, she was just trying to warm her way into our home.
This is all my fault! If only I had been a little more attentive. Just a little more perceptive and observant, I could have stopped this. But alas, the wedding date has been set.
That skinny bitch. I hate her!! Now I miss Mummy L. I mean, this only goes to show that she cannot be trusted, right? She asked me to be her chief bridesmaid. Imagine the nerve!! And yes, you guessed right; I said a big fat NO! Daddy was very displeased and Dana acted like she was sad and all, but I could see right through her woe-is-me act! She’s a good actress, but not good enough to fool me.
I decided that it was my duty to free Daddy from the shackles of this gold-digging whore. I had tried to talk to him before but he just could find no fault in his ‘queen’. Urrggghhh! I tried to call the caterers to jumble up the orders for the food for the wedding; I tried to shred her wedding dress, and even tried to invite and uninvite some guests. Let’s just say that Lady Luck was not on my side. The wedding was to go on as scheduled and Daddy was more than enraged at me. Little Ms. P.A.-turned-wife just kept on crying and playing the victim all through the whole fiasco. Ah well...
I made up my mind that if Daddy wasn’t going to see the light, then I was going to run away from home. There was no way I was going to live with that woman. I knew fully well it was a glamorous life, but the thought of seeing Dana trying to take Mummy’s place just broke my heart. Plus, I’ve always wanted to be an actress. I figured now would be as good a time as any to chase my dream. Better to kill two birds with one stone than kill...ha, I’ve got nothing.
Anyway, as I write this, I’m in a shabby motel in Hollywood. It’s so not what I’m used to but at least when I become super famous, I’ll have experiences to draw on to put in my bestseller tell-all. WOOP WOOP!!
I’m going for an audition for a commercial tomorrow. I’m really excited about it and I hope I get the part.
By the way, I dyed my hair platinum blonde. I’m kinda getting my Marilyn Monroe on right now. Plus, I’m no longer Mackenzie Black. My name is Snow White.
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So, that's Snow's first diary entry. Written by the one and only @nwaokpoechi, who I think should really start blogging again. Thanks for reading. I really hope you liked it. Also, if you missed Cindy's Diary, feel free to use the links to go back.
23 May, 2011
League Of Used Pants
MTN
I'm here to talk about a seemingly illustrious club of service providers in this country, henceforth referred to as the League of Used Pants or LUP.
Of course, this club couldn't be made up of eateries, or salons, or transportation agencies. No, that would have defeated their main goal of frustrating and ass-raping every single Nigerian.
NEPA/PHCN - Founder, CEO, pioneer, everything sef of this club! Ehn?! Since I was a child oh!! I swear, I honestly believed 'NEPA PLC' actually meant 'Never Expect Power Always Please Light Candle'. And I was a smart child! It's true jhor! I was effing smart! What else was I supposed to think when we would be without light for about two weeks and then finally get about five hours of light as compensation? Everywhere!! I lived in several places growing up. So I know it wasn't just a one-place thing. Then, they decided to change name. To try and disillusion the public. We refuse to be misled just because Problem Has Changed Name!!
NTA - I would like someone to explain to me why this station exists. As in, me I get that we need to be informed and all oh! But haba!! Every five minutes, Network News. I don't blame them. It's because their owned by the government, that's why they feel like they can do whatever they like. The people I pity the most are the ones that actually pay for their programmes/events to be aired on the station. Me, I've told my mother already. In the event that I die, God forbid, please my Call to Glory can be done on any station but NTA. That's how halfway through, they'll cut it and start showing Network News or Things Fall Apart.
ZENITH Bank - These people have proven to me that it is indeed possible to do guy for someone on top his/her own money. As in, no jokes. I don't understand how I will want to withdraw money from MY OWN ACCOUNT, and one loof will tell me I can't because the passport in my mandate is old. They didn't expect me to grow?! The people that work there are just devil-spawn fagglings. In EVERY branch I've been to, it's the same lousy, nonchalant, attitude from the employees. And people keep going back. Myself inclusive. I do it because there are no queues. There are no queues because they are making almost every customer wait for one daft reason or the other.
MTN - Where do I even want to start with these people? They have physically, emotionally, and mentally abused the vast population since they got here. I remember how excited everyone was when they came oh! But now, just look where we are. The worst, I believe, is their data bundles. If you like, pay for a whole month or a whole year. They will decide when you can browse and for how long. You want to download something? Pele. Wait until midnight. Your BB signal is on GSM? Ehn, it happens once in a while. Just be patient. You want to tweet? *rolling* Please, have seat. And they keep trying to fool us with promos. But if you pay close attention, you'll notice your credit vanishes almost without notice. The smart ones know what they mean when they come on TV and sing "Everywhere you go.". They sha tried by reducing BIS fee (bribery). NB: MTN is next-In-Command after NEPA.
I believe those are the major league players, but they aren't the only members. There's Water Board, Glo and GTB. I heard through the grapevine that Skye Bank and Etisalat are trying to get in as well.
Yes, people. These are the people that are destroying our happiness. We must strike and take preventive action from now on! I suggest all of you using MTN throw away your SIM cards with immediate effect and automatic alacrity. I heard airtel has some really good offers.
The time to act is NOW!!!
PHCN/NEPA
18 May, 2011
Who's Got The Poison? (Part 3)
Temi raised her hand to shield her still sleep-filled eyes from the glaring light the television was emanating. They'd fallen asleep in the sitting room again. Temi often wondered why they bothered renting a two-bedroom place when they hardly ever used the bedrooms. In fact, they shared one. Kemi had broken up with her boyfriend soon after they'd rented the flat, and was too depressed to be left alone. As a solution, Temi had moved into the room with her, so she wouldn't feel so lonely. Months had passed, and Kemi had moved on, but Temi still stayed.
She glanced down at the floor. It was taking her eyes forever to adjust, but she didn't need perfect vision to be able to make out Kemi's still unconscious, half-naked body beneath her. She reached down and trailed a finger slowly along the exposed flesh. In the time they'd lived together, they had grown accustomed to stripping down in front of each other and walking around the flat in the bare minimum, and Temi had become quite fond of Kemi's body. Well, she really loved seeing her naked, but she didn't look bad in this beautiful black ensemble either. Her fingers lingered just above the top rim of her bra, drawing playful circles on the skin around it.
Her mind wandered back to the events of the previous night, and earlier that morning. It was all a bit fuzzy and images flashed around without a coherent sequence. She remembered all too clearly how she'd almost embarrassed herself and her family name by tripping, and then, clear as day, she saw his face again. his lightly bronzed face with it's chiselled features, and those eyes. Even thinking about them now, she felt like she was swimming in the depth of the blue. She dug deeper and managed to recollect what it had felt like when he caught her. No doubt his arms were strong, she only wished she'd been able to feel them herself. Her thoughts drifted from, but never completely abandoned the stranger. Deborah. she thought. So sad about her death. And for her mangled body to be found next to the trash cans behind the club....
Her chain of thought broke as she felt Kemi stirring - She'd started mumbling incoherently and tossing mildly. Temi knew this meant she was having a nightmare, so she dropped down next to her, and cuddled her from behind. Stroking her hair as if wiping away the bad dream, in an attempt to ease her.
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Kemi could feel the warmth of Temi's body against hers. Or was that just the heat building inside her? The stroking had woken her from a dream she couldn't remember, but was glad to be away from. However, she wasn't quite ready to open her eyes. To leave Temi's nurturing embrace. She'd missed being held like this, especially so close. The heat was fast-building within her and she cursed her alcohol-induced state of lust. She needed to douse the flames that were slowly consuming her on the inside.
She could still feel Temi's hands on her, but they'd moved from stroking her hair. She hadn't even realised when the hand that once played with her had trailed down to the skin just below the rim of her bra. She moaned inwardly when the finger traced an imaginary line down the centre of her torso. Hell, why not? she thought to herself as the finger continued to dance on her skin. I'm horny enough. But how do I play this?
Attempting to open her eyes was almost a wasted effort. They still felt heavy from the night before, and would only open enough to give her a partial view of her surroundings. Slowly rising so that she was in a sitting position as well, she carefully avoided Temi's gaze as she reached down and held the hand that was igniting her, slowly guiding it up to her breasts. She slid one hand behind her and unhooked her bra. Letting it fall to the ground between them, fully exposing her full, firm breasts. Only then did she make eye contact with Temi, inviting her, pleading with her with her eyes. She could see the hesitation in Temi's eyes. They'd only done this once before, on a high-trip, and they hadn't spoken about it ever.
As usual, the stillness, the silence, and the waiting was starting to irk Kemi. She inched closer to Temi so there was barely any space between them, took both her hands, which had fallen limp at her side, placed them on her breasts, leaned in even closer, and then whispered "I need you."
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Temi just sat transfixed, holding Kemi's gaze. She couldn't completely believe what was happening. It all seemed a bit surreal to her. She hadn't forgotten that one night. When Kem, under the delusion that they were both high,i had completely and utterly surrendered herself. She'd enjoyed every touch, every bite, every sound. She'd explored, feeling and tasting to her heart's content. And when Kemi climaxed, she did so mentally as well. The morning after, they'd both pretended nothing happened. They'd just fallen asleep next to each other naked was what they'd said to each other teasingly. Now, months later, here Kemi was. Asking.
Her hands, eager to enjoy every bit as mush as they could, were already working on their own. She took Kemi's nipples between he finger and fondled them, rubbing and pinching lightly, all the while watching her face for any reactions. She pinched one nipple a bit harder, and watched Kemi inhale sharply, and her eyelids close as her face relaxed. She pushed Kemi back gently, until she was back in a lying position, spread her legs so she could kneel between them, and then she leaned in and took one nipple between her teeth, gently nibbling and licking as she rubbed the other one between her fingers.
She could hear Kemi's breathing getting deeper, feel the heat beneath burning to escape. She ran a finger along her sides, marvelling at the curves, traced the outlines of the little underwear she had on, and then slipped the finger inside the garment. Another gasp from Kemi. Temi's finger was welcomed by sticky warmth. She loved the feel of it, longed to taste the wetness, but it wasn't time. Instead, she lifted herself a bit so she was towering over Kemi, whose eyes opened to meet hers, and leaned in for a kiss, but Kemi turned away. Of course. No mouth-to-mouth. So, she focused on the neck instead, kissing and nipping lightly, while her finger was busy below, stroking the walls, and playing with the entrance, but never going deeper.
Kemi's moans were becoming more urgent, and her body was moving more excitedly. She arched her back and raised her hips in an attempt to get Temi to go deeper, but Temi was in control. "Relax love." She whispered into Kemis ear as she nibbled on the lobe. She knew how wild this made Kemi, and the amount of juice pouring out of her further confirmed it. She decided she couldn't torture herself anymore, and trailed kisses down Kemi's body to the pulsing treasure below. She yanked away the piece of clothing that shielded her from her prize, and admired the beauty. Kemi arched once more, beckoning to her....and then the phone rang.
She glanced down at the floor. It was taking her eyes forever to adjust, but she didn't need perfect vision to be able to make out Kemi's still unconscious, half-naked body beneath her. She reached down and trailed a finger slowly along the exposed flesh. In the time they'd lived together, they had grown accustomed to stripping down in front of each other and walking around the flat in the bare minimum, and Temi had become quite fond of Kemi's body. Well, she really loved seeing her naked, but she didn't look bad in this beautiful black ensemble either. Her fingers lingered just above the top rim of her bra, drawing playful circles on the skin around it.
Her mind wandered back to the events of the previous night, and earlier that morning. It was all a bit fuzzy and images flashed around without a coherent sequence. She remembered all too clearly how she'd almost embarrassed herself and her family name by tripping, and then, clear as day, she saw his face again. his lightly bronzed face with it's chiselled features, and those eyes. Even thinking about them now, she felt like she was swimming in the depth of the blue. She dug deeper and managed to recollect what it had felt like when he caught her. No doubt his arms were strong, she only wished she'd been able to feel them herself. Her thoughts drifted from, but never completely abandoned the stranger. Deborah. she thought. So sad about her death. And for her mangled body to be found next to the trash cans behind the club....
Her chain of thought broke as she felt Kemi stirring - She'd started mumbling incoherently and tossing mildly. Temi knew this meant she was having a nightmare, so she dropped down next to her, and cuddled her from behind. Stroking her hair as if wiping away the bad dream, in an attempt to ease her.
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Kemi could feel the warmth of Temi's body against hers. Or was that just the heat building inside her? The stroking had woken her from a dream she couldn't remember, but was glad to be away from. However, she wasn't quite ready to open her eyes. To leave Temi's nurturing embrace. She'd missed being held like this, especially so close. The heat was fast-building within her and she cursed her alcohol-induced state of lust. She needed to douse the flames that were slowly consuming her on the inside.
She could still feel Temi's hands on her, but they'd moved from stroking her hair. She hadn't even realised when the hand that once played with her had trailed down to the skin just below the rim of her bra. She moaned inwardly when the finger traced an imaginary line down the centre of her torso. Hell, why not? she thought to herself as the finger continued to dance on her skin. I'm horny enough. But how do I play this?
Attempting to open her eyes was almost a wasted effort. They still felt heavy from the night before, and would only open enough to give her a partial view of her surroundings. Slowly rising so that she was in a sitting position as well, she carefully avoided Temi's gaze as she reached down and held the hand that was igniting her, slowly guiding it up to her breasts. She slid one hand behind her and unhooked her bra. Letting it fall to the ground between them, fully exposing her full, firm breasts. Only then did she make eye contact with Temi, inviting her, pleading with her with her eyes. She could see the hesitation in Temi's eyes. They'd only done this once before, on a high-trip, and they hadn't spoken about it ever.
As usual, the stillness, the silence, and the waiting was starting to irk Kemi. She inched closer to Temi so there was barely any space between them, took both her hands, which had fallen limp at her side, placed them on her breasts, leaned in even closer, and then whispered "I need you."
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Temi just sat transfixed, holding Kemi's gaze. She couldn't completely believe what was happening. It all seemed a bit surreal to her. She hadn't forgotten that one night. When Kem, under the delusion that they were both high,i had completely and utterly surrendered herself. She'd enjoyed every touch, every bite, every sound. She'd explored, feeling and tasting to her heart's content. And when Kemi climaxed, she did so mentally as well. The morning after, they'd both pretended nothing happened. They'd just fallen asleep next to each other naked was what they'd said to each other teasingly. Now, months later, here Kemi was. Asking.
Her hands, eager to enjoy every bit as mush as they could, were already working on their own. She took Kemi's nipples between he finger and fondled them, rubbing and pinching lightly, all the while watching her face for any reactions. She pinched one nipple a bit harder, and watched Kemi inhale sharply, and her eyelids close as her face relaxed. She pushed Kemi back gently, until she was back in a lying position, spread her legs so she could kneel between them, and then she leaned in and took one nipple between her teeth, gently nibbling and licking as she rubbed the other one between her fingers.
She could hear Kemi's breathing getting deeper, feel the heat beneath burning to escape. She ran a finger along her sides, marvelling at the curves, traced the outlines of the little underwear she had on, and then slipped the finger inside the garment. Another gasp from Kemi. Temi's finger was welcomed by sticky warmth. She loved the feel of it, longed to taste the wetness, but it wasn't time. Instead, she lifted herself a bit so she was towering over Kemi, whose eyes opened to meet hers, and leaned in for a kiss, but Kemi turned away. Of course. No mouth-to-mouth. So, she focused on the neck instead, kissing and nipping lightly, while her finger was busy below, stroking the walls, and playing with the entrance, but never going deeper.
Kemi's moans were becoming more urgent, and her body was moving more excitedly. She arched her back and raised her hips in an attempt to get Temi to go deeper, but Temi was in control. "Relax love." She whispered into Kemis ear as she nibbled on the lobe. She knew how wild this made Kemi, and the amount of juice pouring out of her further confirmed it. She decided she couldn't torture herself anymore, and trailed kisses down Kemi's body to the pulsing treasure below. She yanked away the piece of clothing that shielded her from her prize, and admired the beauty. Kemi arched once more, beckoning to her....and then the phone rang.
17 May, 2011
Cindy's Diary III
So, this is the finale of Cindy's Diary. It's a tad bit longer than the others, but I hope you enjoy it.
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Diary, I want you to know that as I fill in this entry, my face is like ^_^ the whole time!! I'm doing cartwheels!!! (In my mind, of course) Also, I will be walking down an aisle in a couple of minutes!!! And not just any aisle! I'm getting married!!!!!
Okay. *deep breath* Lemme backtrack.
After the ball, life went on as usual. Well, usual for me though. I was quite content with my one night of ecstasy, regardless of how abruptly it had ended. Cleaning, cooking, and all those other insufferable chores didn't seem so hectic anymore. Didn't even mind the talking mice anymore. There was a melody in my heart I thought had died along with my father.
Of course, I had to hide my new-found cheer from 'them' lest I be questioned. I do NOT do well under pressure. But, dumb and dumber weren't helping. They kept going on and on about how much fun they'd had at the ball whenever I was tending to them. I'm guessing in an effort to agitate me. I almost burst out laughing on a particular day when they were having a ludicrous argument about which one of them Duro favoured more. And when they cursed the girl he danced with all night (the light was dim and they were all the way at the back, so they didn't get a clear view of her), I did my best to hold back a smile.
Mother, on the other hand, had become more withdrawn after the party. You see, the hag had her hopes set on hitching one of her hatchlings to the billionaire's son. Ha! Such misguided delusions. If she'd bothered to ask me, 'I' could've told her it wasn't gonna happen. Save her the emotional torture. Anyway, imagine my surprise when she returned from town smiling. Not at me, of course, but actually smiling. I nearly choked on air when she called up the stairs for the two, and announced "You two have a chance to redeem yourselves!"
Remember the slipper I forgot at the billionaire's ball? Well, Duro found it. Apparently, he'd tried to run after me when I fled the night of the ball. And now, he was searching for the owner. He'd already been through more than half the girls in our area, and was on his way to the house. The three stooges were beside themselves with excitement. I didn't understand why. Duro was making girls try on the slipper. Their feet would give giants a run for their money.
And then diary, it hit me. Duro was bringing my slipper back! God bless his obviously jobless heart. My spirit soared at the prospect of my slippers being reunited. I had been quite devastated when I realised I'd lost part of the only thing I'd been allowed to keep from that night. I hadn't realised I was grinning from ear-to-ear. And, as I looked at my step-mother, I saw an evil spark in her eye. She may not have realised I was at the ball, but she damn well knew I stood a better chance than those disappointments. I was sentenced to an afternoon of chores in the attic.
I had resigned to my fate when I heard Duro pull up with the convoy he had deemed necessary in his task. I sat by the locked attic door and listened to the commotion downstairs. From what I could hear, they weren't having a pleasant time trying on the slippers. There were grunts and groans, and then finally a crash, followed by someone shouting "The slipper!". I couldn't take anymore. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the master key I'd had made in preparation for when I decided to run away, and unlocked the door. Taking the stairs one three at a time as I rushed to the side of my slipper.
Diary, seeing the pieces of shattered glass on the floor killed me inside. Honestly, I became completely unaware of my surroundings and just sank to the floor. Kneeling, I carefully gathered the shards of glass and wondered what I was going to do with the other slipper now. I glanced up from the floor. They were all staring at me. Duro, his p, the mother, and her daughters. Apparently, I had been thinking out loud. I didn't even care anymore. I just wanted my slipper fixed.
And then Duro recognised me. He knelt next to me, took my face in his hands, and looked into my eyes. All he said was "It's you.".
And now, here I am. About to get married to a billionaire! Well, a billionaire's son but that's just technicalities. I know I don't know him that well, and we just met and all that, but think about it. What other options do I have? I'm being offered a platinum deal here. I'd have to be empty upstairs to pass it up. Empty upstairs, I am not.
Well diary, I have to go. It's time. Maybe I'll get a hang of this marriage thing. How hard can it really be? If it doesn't work out, I have a HUGE divorce settlement to look forward to.
Ever hopeful, Cindy
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Diary, I want you to know that as I fill in this entry, my face is like ^_^ the whole time!! I'm doing cartwheels!!! (In my mind, of course) Also, I will be walking down an aisle in a couple of minutes!!! And not just any aisle! I'm getting married!!!!!
Okay. *deep breath* Lemme backtrack.
After the ball, life went on as usual. Well, usual for me though. I was quite content with my one night of ecstasy, regardless of how abruptly it had ended. Cleaning, cooking, and all those other insufferable chores didn't seem so hectic anymore. Didn't even mind the talking mice anymore. There was a melody in my heart I thought had died along with my father.
Of course, I had to hide my new-found cheer from 'them' lest I be questioned. I do NOT do well under pressure. But, dumb and dumber weren't helping. They kept going on and on about how much fun they'd had at the ball whenever I was tending to them. I'm guessing in an effort to agitate me. I almost burst out laughing on a particular day when they were having a ludicrous argument about which one of them Duro favoured more. And when they cursed the girl he danced with all night (the light was dim and they were all the way at the back, so they didn't get a clear view of her), I did my best to hold back a smile.
Mother, on the other hand, had become more withdrawn after the party. You see, the hag had her hopes set on hitching one of her hatchlings to the billionaire's son. Ha! Such misguided delusions. If she'd bothered to ask me, 'I' could've told her it wasn't gonna happen. Save her the emotional torture. Anyway, imagine my surprise when she returned from town smiling. Not at me, of course, but actually smiling. I nearly choked on air when she called up the stairs for the two, and announced "You two have a chance to redeem yourselves!"
Remember the slipper I forgot at the billionaire's ball? Well, Duro found it. Apparently, he'd tried to run after me when I fled the night of the ball. And now, he was searching for the owner. He'd already been through more than half the girls in our area, and was on his way to the house. The three stooges were beside themselves with excitement. I didn't understand why. Duro was making girls try on the slipper. Their feet would give giants a run for their money.
And then diary, it hit me. Duro was bringing my slipper back! God bless his obviously jobless heart. My spirit soared at the prospect of my slippers being reunited. I had been quite devastated when I realised I'd lost part of the only thing I'd been allowed to keep from that night. I hadn't realised I was grinning from ear-to-ear. And, as I looked at my step-mother, I saw an evil spark in her eye. She may not have realised I was at the ball, but she damn well knew I stood a better chance than those disappointments. I was sentenced to an afternoon of chores in the attic.
I had resigned to my fate when I heard Duro pull up with the convoy he had deemed necessary in his task. I sat by the locked attic door and listened to the commotion downstairs. From what I could hear, they weren't having a pleasant time trying on the slippers. There were grunts and groans, and then finally a crash, followed by someone shouting "The slipper!". I couldn't take anymore. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the master key I'd had made in preparation for when I decided to run away, and unlocked the door. Taking the stairs one three at a time as I rushed to the side of my slipper.
Diary, seeing the pieces of shattered glass on the floor killed me inside. Honestly, I became completely unaware of my surroundings and just sank to the floor. Kneeling, I carefully gathered the shards of glass and wondered what I was going to do with the other slipper now. I glanced up from the floor. They were all staring at me. Duro, his p, the mother, and her daughters. Apparently, I had been thinking out loud. I didn't even care anymore. I just wanted my slipper fixed.
And then Duro recognised me. He knelt next to me, took my face in his hands, and looked into my eyes. All he said was "It's you.".
And now, here I am. About to get married to a billionaire! Well, a billionaire's son but that's just technicalities. I know I don't know him that well, and we just met and all that, but think about it. What other options do I have? I'm being offered a platinum deal here. I'd have to be empty upstairs to pass it up. Empty upstairs, I am not.
Well diary, I have to go. It's time. Maybe I'll get a hang of this marriage thing. How hard can it really be? If it doesn't work out, I have a HUGE divorce settlement to look forward to.
Ever hopeful, Cindy
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15 May, 2011
Winning?
So, there we were. Seated around one of the cafeteria tables discussing our worst and best relationship experiences, as we often did. But that night's discussion focused on an aspect of the relationships we'd never broached before - The Break-ups. Oh yes, talking about our worst and best break-up experiences was truly awesome. Well, for me it was, because I was always the dumper. Actually, there were two of us that didn't have a single story about being dumped. You should have heard us going on about how awesome we were. And our stories were frightfully similar. We never dated the same person for more than a certain number of weeks, and we made sure the break-ups were simple and not over-dramatic.
We, Tolu and I, were on a roll, but someone had to ruin our moment. I don't understand what it is with some people and not allowing people to have their moment? Why does there always have to be one killjoy?! It's so frigging annoying!! *deep breath* Back to the point. One person felt the need to ask, at the precise moment when I felt the highest, what I later realised would be the most heart-wrenching question I would be asked that week. This brat looked straight at me and said "Yeah, I get you guys did the dumping and everything, but think about it. If you're really the ones winning, why are you the ones who end up alone?"
And I did think about it. Why am I the one who's alone? Why am I the one staying up in the middle of the night because I feel something's missing? Why am I the one with a different guy every other week? Why am I the one without someone to have lunch with? Is that what winning's all about? I like to tell myself it's because this is how I like it. But is it? Do I really like to be alone?
Thinking deeper, I realise most of my "victories" were orchestrated by the guy. I haven't seen Star Wars, but I'm pretty sure this could be classified under Jedi mind tricks. He'd do things that would make me break up with him. Or, he'd start a fight and suggest we take a break, knowing I'd rather break up than "take a break". And they'd all say things like "You're perfect baby, it's me I have to work on.", and "I don't want to keep holding you back.", and "The man you marry is a lucky bastard.". Oh yeah? Well, what about you!? You could've been that guy! That's what I was working towards!
I believe one of the worst possible things that you could ever realise is how truly unhappy you are. Right now, I'm not really sure if I'm happy or not.
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Hi all. So, last week was a bit messed up for me. Mostly stuff you don't care about. Back on schedule by tuesday.
Either way, I wrote this piece to try to help out a friend who's really in a rut. I suck at giving advice (I really do) so, I figured you guys could help. I've tried to portray her mindset as best as I can. So, please leave comments and suggestions, and other stuff in the boxes below. I'm sending her the link, and I'm sure she'd appreciate whatever you have to say.
We, Tolu and I, were on a roll, but someone had to ruin our moment. I don't understand what it is with some people and not allowing people to have their moment? Why does there always have to be one killjoy?! It's so frigging annoying!! *deep breath* Back to the point. One person felt the need to ask, at the precise moment when I felt the highest, what I later realised would be the most heart-wrenching question I would be asked that week. This brat looked straight at me and said "Yeah, I get you guys did the dumping and everything, but think about it. If you're really the ones winning, why are you the ones who end up alone?"
And I did think about it. Why am I the one who's alone? Why am I the one staying up in the middle of the night because I feel something's missing? Why am I the one with a different guy every other week? Why am I the one without someone to have lunch with? Is that what winning's all about? I like to tell myself it's because this is how I like it. But is it? Do I really like to be alone?
Thinking deeper, I realise most of my "victories" were orchestrated by the guy. I haven't seen Star Wars, but I'm pretty sure this could be classified under Jedi mind tricks. He'd do things that would make me break up with him. Or, he'd start a fight and suggest we take a break, knowing I'd rather break up than "take a break". And they'd all say things like "You're perfect baby, it's me I have to work on.", and "I don't want to keep holding you back.", and "The man you marry is a lucky bastard.". Oh yeah? Well, what about you!? You could've been that guy! That's what I was working towards!
I believe one of the worst possible things that you could ever realise is how truly unhappy you are. Right now, I'm not really sure if I'm happy or not.
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Hi all. So, last week was a bit messed up for me. Mostly stuff you don't care about. Back on schedule by tuesday.
Either way, I wrote this piece to try to help out a friend who's really in a rut. I suck at giving advice (I really do) so, I figured you guys could help. I've tried to portray her mindset as best as I can. So, please leave comments and suggestions, and other stuff in the boxes below. I'm sending her the link, and I'm sure she'd appreciate whatever you have to say.
10 May, 2011
Cindy's Diary II
Hello! Today's instalment was written by my awesome friend Onyinye. Hope y'all enjoy it as much as I did. Also, you can like to follow her on twitter -» @nwaokpoechi :)
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Damn, damn, damn!! DAMN!!! I forgot my glass slipper at the party. This is just great! If Mother finds out I was there, she will have my pretty head on a platter. Hmmmm. I don’t think she will though. I mean, the slipper cannot possibly be traced to me. Or can it? Chei...I’ve put myself in trouble. Em...I don’t think she’ll find it sha; they’re like a million size eights in this town. Phew!! Cindy, Cindy, Cindy, you have got to calm down. I had better get to cleaning this kitchen and finishing this pot of soup before those daughters of Jezebel arrive.
Ehen, before I forget, those two idiots – Gris-whatever and Esmerugly ...you should’ve seen what they wore. Kai. I was too weak to even laugh. All I can say is that something has to be sacrificed to the gods of fashion to appease for that abomination. They made me help them zip their dresses and shine the shoes on their feet. See the fools discussing on how they would they would charm the billionaire’s son with their grace and good looks. I chuckled. Then they looked at me and said, "Just look at this one. You’re not even going to the party and you have the guts to laugh. Ugly little thing." Ugly? If only they knew. That was when Mother walked in. "Chop, chop girls! We’ve got to hurry. The party starts in a bit." They started hurrying towards the door. I thought maybe I should try my luck, and asked Mother if I could join them later. Big mistake! "Of course not, Cindy. You belong in the kitchen, my dear." SLAM. The door went in my face. Imagine.
I went to the kitchen, sobbing as I was cleaning. I couldn't help but wonder why Daddy would condemn me to such a fate. I mean, how am I supposed to be free from the shackles of these people? Anyhow sha, God dey.
The next thing I knew, one old lady landed in the kitchen, wand and all. She said she was my fairy godmother. I know, I know. Fairy godmother in this day and age? But whatever, she said she could get me to the party and that was all that mattered to me at that point. With the wave of her wand, everything I needed appeared, from a limousine and a chauffeur to a sexy blue dress and a pair of glass slippers studded at the heel with Swarovski crystals. Yes boss! Now that’s what I’m talking about. "Choiiiiiii, Aunty nothing do you!! Thank you so much." I gave her one serious bear hug. She told me to make sure I was back by 12, because by then the ‘jazz’ would have worn off. And then she disappeared, as quickly as she had appeared. Me I just locked the door and left the house in my limousine. Lemme write that again. MY limousine. Ahhhhh...it felt so good to own something so nice, even if it was just for a short while.
But Diary, as we all know, life is not a fairy tale. As I was dancing with the billionaire’s son – his name is Duro by the way – the clock decided that was when it wanted to strike 12 and I had to run to leave the place in time. That’s how I stupidly lost my slipper. Mscheeeew. Nothing good ever happens to me. Ever. Just when I thought we were making a connection. Ah well. Shit happens. Just that in my case, it’s all the freaking time.
Ah ah, is that the doorbell? They’re back already? Drat!! Gotta go get the door. Hopefully, I’ll have time to write again tomorrow. Till then, as always, I remain ever hopeful.
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Damn, damn, damn!! DAMN!!! I forgot my glass slipper at the party. This is just great! If Mother finds out I was there, she will have my pretty head on a platter. Hmmmm. I don’t think she will though. I mean, the slipper cannot possibly be traced to me. Or can it? Chei...I’ve put myself in trouble. Em...I don’t think she’ll find it sha; they’re like a million size eights in this town. Phew!! Cindy, Cindy, Cindy, you have got to calm down. I had better get to cleaning this kitchen and finishing this pot of soup before those daughters of Jezebel arrive.
Ehen, before I forget, those two idiots – Gris-whatever and Esmerugly ...you should’ve seen what they wore. Kai. I was too weak to even laugh. All I can say is that something has to be sacrificed to the gods of fashion to appease for that abomination. They made me help them zip their dresses and shine the shoes on their feet. See the fools discussing on how they would they would charm the billionaire’s son with their grace and good looks. I chuckled. Then they looked at me and said, "Just look at this one. You’re not even going to the party and you have the guts to laugh. Ugly little thing." Ugly? If only they knew. That was when Mother walked in. "Chop, chop girls! We’ve got to hurry. The party starts in a bit." They started hurrying towards the door. I thought maybe I should try my luck, and asked Mother if I could join them later. Big mistake! "Of course not, Cindy. You belong in the kitchen, my dear." SLAM. The door went in my face. Imagine.
I went to the kitchen, sobbing as I was cleaning. I couldn't help but wonder why Daddy would condemn me to such a fate. I mean, how am I supposed to be free from the shackles of these people? Anyhow sha, God dey.
The next thing I knew, one old lady landed in the kitchen, wand and all. She said she was my fairy godmother. I know, I know. Fairy godmother in this day and age? But whatever, she said she could get me to the party and that was all that mattered to me at that point. With the wave of her wand, everything I needed appeared, from a limousine and a chauffeur to a sexy blue dress and a pair of glass slippers studded at the heel with Swarovski crystals. Yes boss! Now that’s what I’m talking about. "Choiiiiiii, Aunty nothing do you!! Thank you so much." I gave her one serious bear hug. She told me to make sure I was back by 12, because by then the ‘jazz’ would have worn off. And then she disappeared, as quickly as she had appeared. Me I just locked the door and left the house in my limousine. Lemme write that again. MY limousine. Ahhhhh...it felt so good to own something so nice, even if it was just for a short while.
But Diary, as we all know, life is not a fairy tale. As I was dancing with the billionaire’s son – his name is Duro by the way – the clock decided that was when it wanted to strike 12 and I had to run to leave the place in time. That’s how I stupidly lost my slipper. Mscheeeew. Nothing good ever happens to me. Ever. Just when I thought we were making a connection. Ah well. Shit happens. Just that in my case, it’s all the freaking time.
Ah ah, is that the doorbell? They’re back already? Drat!! Gotta go get the door. Hopefully, I’ll have time to write again tomorrow. Till then, as always, I remain ever hopeful.
07 May, 2011
No Strings
I shouldn't feel this good. This shouldn't feel this good. Especially not with him.
But it did. My back against the wall, his firm arms holding me up, my legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in, making damn sure he didn't stray too far. Yeah, it felt good, being taken this way. The force of his thrust had me banging against the wall each time, but I didn't care. I could smell our sex in the air, and, whenever he leaned in to kiss me, I could taste him. I could taste myself too, just a hint on the tip of his tongue. The tongue he'd used so skillfully earlier on. I tightened my grip on his shoulders, pulled him even closer with my legs. I never imagined he would be this amazing. I wanted...no. No. I NEEDED him to be deeper. And I sensed he wanted to be there too. His thrust became more urgent. Low grunts mixed with soft moans, I felt him jerk a bit, and then we both climaxed.
I took my time returning to earth from that ecstatic high, and then opened my eyes. He was staring at me. Smiling. Obviously very pleased with himself. "You might want to put me down now. Tony will be back soon, and I doubt he's expecting to see his girlfriend and best friend in such a compromising position."
He carried me over to the three-seater sofa and gently lay me on my back, staying between my thighs. Brushing back some of my hair that sweat had glued to my forehead, he looked straight into my eyes and said what had to be the most ridiculous thing I'd heard that week "I don't particularly care, Ada. I want him to find out about us."
I just laughed. He'd very obviously lost the plot.
But it did. My back against the wall, his firm arms holding me up, my legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in, making damn sure he didn't stray too far. Yeah, it felt good, being taken this way. The force of his thrust had me banging against the wall each time, but I didn't care. I could smell our sex in the air, and, whenever he leaned in to kiss me, I could taste him. I could taste myself too, just a hint on the tip of his tongue. The tongue he'd used so skillfully earlier on. I tightened my grip on his shoulders, pulled him even closer with my legs. I never imagined he would be this amazing. I wanted...no. No. I NEEDED him to be deeper. And I sensed he wanted to be there too. His thrust became more urgent. Low grunts mixed with soft moans, I felt him jerk a bit, and then we both climaxed.
I took my time returning to earth from that ecstatic high, and then opened my eyes. He was staring at me. Smiling. Obviously very pleased with himself. "You might want to put me down now. Tony will be back soon, and I doubt he's expecting to see his girlfriend and best friend in such a compromising position."
He carried me over to the three-seater sofa and gently lay me on my back, staying between my thighs. Brushing back some of my hair that sweat had glued to my forehead, he looked straight into my eyes and said what had to be the most ridiculous thing I'd heard that week "I don't particularly care, Ada. I want him to find out about us."
I just laughed. He'd very obviously lost the plot.
05 May, 2011
Who's Got The Poison? (Part 2)
We, the workers up here, would like to apologise for not posting this yesterday. We were experiencing technical difficulties that we know you really don't care about. Without any further delay,
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All she'd ever wanted to do was dance. Growing up, she'd sucked at it. At almost everything, actually. Dancing, chores, party games, and even the games she and the other children in the compound would often play, like ice and water, red light, green light, ten ten, and even catcher. Temi was very awkward when it came to any activity that required her to move her body or socialise with other children, she just couldn't quite get the hang of it. Still, she loved to dance.
As the years went by, she'd become more and more recluse. Going downstairs to play with the neighbours became something she did less frequently, opting to stay upstairs reading. Books were her escape. Oh, she loved the books! And she read everything, too. Newspapers, magazines, any paperwork her mum brought home, even books that were supposedly for adults, and she didn't need any help. She picked words up very quickly. Her mind was as sharp as a knife, which is why she always excelled at schoolwork. Her report cards read the same thing every term - "Very gifted academically, but needs to work on her social skills."
Still, she loved to dance. And now, years later, here she was. Doing what she truly loved. The music blaring around her she mounted the platform and started her routine. The club lights flashed on and off her bikini-clad body as she briefly walked around the pole in rhythm to the music blaring around her, then she shut everything but the music out and mounted the pole. The feel of the cold steel against her bare flesh made her feel nothing short of ecstatic. The pole was her lover, and she treated it as such. She worked on it lovingly, executing each slide, spin, and fall with passion. She'd been doing this for so long, she was dangerously close to being perfect at it. Temi was a crowd pleaser, and the best-paid dancer at the club.
She was rounding up her routine when Kemi walked past and smiled at her. She acknowledged the smile with a curt nod as she did a knee spin. During her routine, she'd managed to steal quick glances at Kemi as she sat at the bar. And, although most of her visuals were upside-down, she'd seen the same scene on several different occasions. She knew enough now to know exactly how it was going to end, and she definitely didn't need any extra or special abilities to know that poor guy didn't stand a chance in hell. As she transitioned from a caterpillar into a falling hand stand, she watched Kemi's latest reject leave the bar, looking as down-trodden as any man whose future had been shattered could look. She figured he realised what he'd missed out on. This was good. She dismounted and made her way to the changing room.
"Temi!!!" The high-pitched shrill pierced her heart like a drill. She disliked this part of her job. Having to socialise with the other dancers was a burden she wished someone else could bear. But, unfortunately for her, being sociable was one of the job requirements, and she'd lied to the owner that she was. This girl, Ify, she especially wasn't fond of. The other dancers mostly went about their business, conversing amongst themselves only when there was need to, but Ify was a busy-body. She nodded and forced a smile, knowing deep within her that this would not be enough for Ify. "Temi, baby!!" Ify said again, grinning for no apparent reason.
"Hi dear." Temi finally responded, but couldn't help wishing the girl would just go away.
"I'm fine, oh!" Ify continued in her unusually high-pitched voice. "Sorry, I just came in, so I couldn't see your show. But, did you hear about Deborah?"
Here it is, Temi thought to herself, today's piece of gossip. "No, I didn't." And just as Ify was about to open her mouth, the door opened and she was called out. Thank you, sweet Jesus. Temi returned Ify's wave and proceeded into one of the empty stalls. She still had to make two appearance before she could leave, so dressing elaborately was out of the question. She pulled on a tank and shorts over her bikini, traded her pair of heels for pumps and pulled her shoulder-length, almost-black hair into a ponytail. She walked out without even glancing at the mirror.
The club was filling up fast, and floor space was running low. Temi had to skillfully weave through the crowd as she made her way towards her booth. And then someone rushed past her, bumping into her in the process, and causing her to lose her balance. Luckily, someone caught her before she hit the ground. Safely upright on her two feet again, she turned to thank the fast-acting person that had saved her from severe embarrassment and was instantly transfixed by eyes as blue as the sea. Set in a what she considered to be a finely chiselled face.
"Are you okay?" Her saviour asked.
Oh Lord! That voice. And those eyes! Realising he was still waiting for a response, she composed herself and managed a rushed "Fine, thank you." before turning on her heels and retreating. The image of his eyes, and face - light bronze, and beautifully defined - permanently etched into the back of her mind.
"Aren't you fortunate?" Kemi said, upon Temi's arrival at the booth. "Imagine what would have happened if that guy wasn't there."
"I know!" Temi managed as she hugged Kemi, taking note of the subtle hint of perfume she had on "I don't even want to think about how much of a disaster it would have been if he hadn't caught me."
"Yeah. Anyway," waving her hand like she was brushing away some invisible thing in the air, Kemi changed the topic. "did you see the tool that approached me at the bar? Honestly, I don't know where these people come from!" Temi opened her mouth to speak, but she cut her off "I mean, really! It's like the amount of hideous people on the internet has drastically increased. I might have to look for a new way to meet new guys." She sighed "I don't even want to talk about it anymore."
"Okay." Temi responded "So, what do you want to talk about?"
The waiter brought a tray of shot glasses to the table just as Kemi's face lit up with excitement. Temi knew this look. This look meant there was a very juicy story about to be told. "You'll need this." Kemi said, handing Temi a shot glass "Did you hear about Deborah?"
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All she'd ever wanted to do was dance. Growing up, she'd sucked at it. At almost everything, actually. Dancing, chores, party games, and even the games she and the other children in the compound would often play, like ice and water, red light, green light, ten ten, and even catcher. Temi was very awkward when it came to any activity that required her to move her body or socialise with other children, she just couldn't quite get the hang of it. Still, she loved to dance.
As the years went by, she'd become more and more recluse. Going downstairs to play with the neighbours became something she did less frequently, opting to stay upstairs reading. Books were her escape. Oh, she loved the books! And she read everything, too. Newspapers, magazines, any paperwork her mum brought home, even books that were supposedly for adults, and she didn't need any help. She picked words up very quickly. Her mind was as sharp as a knife, which is why she always excelled at schoolwork. Her report cards read the same thing every term - "Very gifted academically, but needs to work on her social skills."
Still, she loved to dance. And now, years later, here she was. Doing what she truly loved. The music blaring around her she mounted the platform and started her routine. The club lights flashed on and off her bikini-clad body as she briefly walked around the pole in rhythm to the music blaring around her, then she shut everything but the music out and mounted the pole. The feel of the cold steel against her bare flesh made her feel nothing short of ecstatic. The pole was her lover, and she treated it as such. She worked on it lovingly, executing each slide, spin, and fall with passion. She'd been doing this for so long, she was dangerously close to being perfect at it. Temi was a crowd pleaser, and the best-paid dancer at the club.
She was rounding up her routine when Kemi walked past and smiled at her. She acknowledged the smile with a curt nod as she did a knee spin. During her routine, she'd managed to steal quick glances at Kemi as she sat at the bar. And, although most of her visuals were upside-down, she'd seen the same scene on several different occasions. She knew enough now to know exactly how it was going to end, and she definitely didn't need any extra or special abilities to know that poor guy didn't stand a chance in hell. As she transitioned from a caterpillar into a falling hand stand, she watched Kemi's latest reject leave the bar, looking as down-trodden as any man whose future had been shattered could look. She figured he realised what he'd missed out on. This was good. She dismounted and made her way to the changing room.
"Temi!!!" The high-pitched shrill pierced her heart like a drill. She disliked this part of her job. Having to socialise with the other dancers was a burden she wished someone else could bear. But, unfortunately for her, being sociable was one of the job requirements, and she'd lied to the owner that she was. This girl, Ify, she especially wasn't fond of. The other dancers mostly went about their business, conversing amongst themselves only when there was need to, but Ify was a busy-body. She nodded and forced a smile, knowing deep within her that this would not be enough for Ify. "Temi, baby!!" Ify said again, grinning for no apparent reason.
"Hi dear." Temi finally responded, but couldn't help wishing the girl would just go away.
"I'm fine, oh!" Ify continued in her unusually high-pitched voice. "Sorry, I just came in, so I couldn't see your show. But, did you hear about Deborah?"
Here it is, Temi thought to herself, today's piece of gossip. "No, I didn't." And just as Ify was about to open her mouth, the door opened and she was called out. Thank you, sweet Jesus. Temi returned Ify's wave and proceeded into one of the empty stalls. She still had to make two appearance before she could leave, so dressing elaborately was out of the question. She pulled on a tank and shorts over her bikini, traded her pair of heels for pumps and pulled her shoulder-length, almost-black hair into a ponytail. She walked out without even glancing at the mirror.
The club was filling up fast, and floor space was running low. Temi had to skillfully weave through the crowd as she made her way towards her booth. And then someone rushed past her, bumping into her in the process, and causing her to lose her balance. Luckily, someone caught her before she hit the ground. Safely upright on her two feet again, she turned to thank the fast-acting person that had saved her from severe embarrassment and was instantly transfixed by eyes as blue as the sea. Set in a what she considered to be a finely chiselled face.
"Are you okay?" Her saviour asked.
Oh Lord! That voice. And those eyes! Realising he was still waiting for a response, she composed herself and managed a rushed "Fine, thank you." before turning on her heels and retreating. The image of his eyes, and face - light bronze, and beautifully defined - permanently etched into the back of her mind.
"Aren't you fortunate?" Kemi said, upon Temi's arrival at the booth. "Imagine what would have happened if that guy wasn't there."
"I know!" Temi managed as she hugged Kemi, taking note of the subtle hint of perfume she had on "I don't even want to think about how much of a disaster it would have been if he hadn't caught me."
"Yeah. Anyway," waving her hand like she was brushing away some invisible thing in the air, Kemi changed the topic. "did you see the tool that approached me at the bar? Honestly, I don't know where these people come from!" Temi opened her mouth to speak, but she cut her off "I mean, really! It's like the amount of hideous people on the internet has drastically increased. I might have to look for a new way to meet new guys." She sighed "I don't even want to talk about it anymore."
"Okay." Temi responded "So, what do you want to talk about?"
The waiter brought a tray of shot glasses to the table just as Kemi's face lit up with excitement. Temi knew this look. This look meant there was a very juicy story about to be told. "You'll need this." Kemi said, handing Temi a shot glass "Did you hear about Deborah?"
03 May, 2011
Cindy's Diary
So, this is the very first in the princess diaries series. I'm really just dabbling, so I hope you enjoy it. Any feedback will be very much welcome and appreciated :)
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Oh freaking hell, diary! I am BEYOND exhausted. I know I've been complaining a lot since daddy died, but can you really blame me? These bitches are driving me insane!!! "Clean this!", "Do that!", "Fix this!". Ugh! I just want to shove something incredibly large down their throats!
And that woman! It's bad enough that I have to call her "mother"! She could try to go bit easier on me. Does she think I enjoy being surrounded by filthy, possessed mice?! If I were her, I'd be a whole lot nicer to the person who prepares my meals. You never know what could 'accidentally' get into the meal.
Speaking of mice, I think I might be going insane actually, because I seem to be the only one who can hear them. And they do things. Things animals, let alone mice, should be able to do. I probably shouldn't complain too much. At least it's company.
I'm not even in the mood to rant about those retarded lumps of flesh referred to as my step-sisters. If they were nice enough to me, I'd probably teach them some fashion sense. Hideous creatures. I may wear rags, but at least they're good-looking rags. I actually feel bad for them. They have to be mean with those looks. Who'd want to look at them? And they're attitudes!! I know about self-confidence, but I think they're just ignorant.
I'm working on a plan, diary. One that'll get me out of this hell hole. No more forced smiles, and chores, and especially no talking to mice. I'm going to leave here. I don't care how! I'm going to do whatever it takes. I'm getting out of here, or I'll die trying.
Gosh. So tired. Another day of smiling and working ahead. I'll write again tomorrow. Til then, as always, I remain ever hopeful.
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Oh freaking hell, diary! I am BEYOND exhausted. I know I've been complaining a lot since daddy died, but can you really blame me? These bitches are driving me insane!!! "Clean this!", "Do that!", "Fix this!". Ugh! I just want to shove something incredibly large down their throats!
And that woman! It's bad enough that I have to call her "mother"! She could try to go bit easier on me. Does she think I enjoy being surrounded by filthy, possessed mice?! If I were her, I'd be a whole lot nicer to the person who prepares my meals. You never know what could 'accidentally' get into the meal.
Speaking of mice, I think I might be going insane actually, because I seem to be the only one who can hear them. And they do things. Things animals, let alone mice, should be able to do. I probably shouldn't complain too much. At least it's company.
I'm not even in the mood to rant about those retarded lumps of flesh referred to as my step-sisters. If they were nice enough to me, I'd probably teach them some fashion sense. Hideous creatures. I may wear rags, but at least they're good-looking rags. I actually feel bad for them. They have to be mean with those looks. Who'd want to look at them? And they're attitudes!! I know about self-confidence, but I think they're just ignorant.
I'm working on a plan, diary. One that'll get me out of this hell hole. No more forced smiles, and chores, and especially no talking to mice. I'm going to leave here. I don't care how! I'm going to do whatever it takes. I'm getting out of here, or I'll die trying.
Gosh. So tired. Another day of smiling and working ahead. I'll write again tomorrow. Til then, as always, I remain ever hopeful.
02 May, 2011
Baby Boom
I wasn't gonna post anything today, but I went to go get my hair did (this sounds really cool when I say it in my head), and we (the ladies) all know that the salon is Jist Central. If you do not know this, your salon is dulling and you're paying a ridiculous amount of money for nothing.
Today, there were six pregnant women at the salon. It's always fascinating to me how these talks get started. It almost always starts off randomly. Like someone could ask for a comb and then someone else would go "Ehenn! Did you hear...?!". Don't remember how it started though, but the expectant mumsies decided to discuss their situations.
Lady #1: Pregnant with her sixth child. Hopefully, this is her miracle child. The first five are girls, and her husband and in-laws are quite unhappy. Husby said he loves her oh! But if this isn't a boy, it's out of his hands. She's too scared to go for an ultrasound because if they find out it's another girl, she's out of the house.
Lady #2: She is pregnant because she has nothing else to do. She's a THE definition of a housewife. Her primary functions are to cook, clean and breed. So, she has a kid, waits for the child to reach primary 5 and then gets pregnant again so she can have another kid in time for the former to be shipped off to boarding school. She's on child 4 now.
Lady #3: Her pregnancy was a marriage pre-requisite. Her in-laws would not allow her into their family unless she could prove she was capable of bearing fruit. All the better for her if it's a boy.
Lady 4: Basically the same as #1. Except this is her 3rd attempt and she has already been sent out of the house. She is currently leaving with her friend.
Ladies 5 & 6 were dry jhor. Happily pregnant and married women.
And everyone, of course, was sympathising and giving advice, or telling the story of someone they remember was in the same situation. I didn't say anything because it wasn't my business (d'uh).
But I think it's really amazing that this kinda stuff actually happens outside Nollywood's over-dramatic world. My new hair, I don't like so much, but at least I got jist. :)
Thanks for reading. Feel free to use the comment box below to express any opinions you may have.
Today, there were six pregnant women at the salon. It's always fascinating to me how these talks get started. It almost always starts off randomly. Like someone could ask for a comb and then someone else would go "Ehenn! Did you hear...?!". Don't remember how it started though, but the expectant mumsies decided to discuss their situations.
Lady #1: Pregnant with her sixth child. Hopefully, this is her miracle child. The first five are girls, and her husband and in-laws are quite unhappy. Husby said he loves her oh! But if this isn't a boy, it's out of his hands. She's too scared to go for an ultrasound because if they find out it's another girl, she's out of the house.
Lady #2: She is pregnant because she has nothing else to do. She's a THE definition of a housewife. Her primary functions are to cook, clean and breed. So, she has a kid, waits for the child to reach primary 5 and then gets pregnant again so she can have another kid in time for the former to be shipped off to boarding school. She's on child 4 now.
Lady #3: Her pregnancy was a marriage pre-requisite. Her in-laws would not allow her into their family unless she could prove she was capable of bearing fruit. All the better for her if it's a boy.
Lady 4: Basically the same as #1. Except this is her 3rd attempt and she has already been sent out of the house. She is currently leaving with her friend.
Ladies 5 & 6 were dry jhor. Happily pregnant and married women.
And everyone, of course, was sympathising and giving advice, or telling the story of someone they remember was in the same situation. I didn't say anything because it wasn't my business (d'uh).
But I think it's really amazing that this kinda stuff actually happens outside Nollywood's over-dramatic world. My new hair, I don't like so much, but at least I got jist. :)
Thanks for reading. Feel free to use the comment box below to express any opinions you may have.
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