Shiny things around my ankles. Slippery but sure, Soft, wet; strong. Ropy moisture around my wrists. Reed-thin but durable, Reliable; tried and true. Bound, gagged, cuffed. Trapped, caught, tricked. Blessed, cursed; bewitched. You've got your tentacles all over me. P.S. I'm dedicating this to Dude, Dudaayyy and young Master Puffington. May love-tentacles forever bind y'all.... Continue Reading →
Once upon a time, when I used to read, I'd stick myself in a book and not come out till I'd caressed the back cover and lovingly hugged the front to my bosom. Once upon a time, when I used to laugh with my head flung back; my entire being carrying the effervescent joy carefully,... Continue Reading →
DISCLAIMER: This is another post straight from head to blog. You have been warned. So sometime in the recent past, I was invited to a party going on not too far from my house. In true Joy fashion, I promptly resolved not to go: I would rather lay curled up in a... Continue Reading →
23-02-2008 "So, how did that make you feel?" "Well, obviously... sad. And a bit tired." "Tired? How do you mean?" "Let's face it; you have a bit too much of something and it begins to lose its initial appeal. I mean, at first, all I wanted to do was 'go with the flow'. If... Continue Reading →
I recently promised the guy in question that I would finally man up and post this, even though I wrote it ages ago. Enjoy. 22-01-2010 Intrigue. That's the word that comes to mind for me; it was intrigue at first sight. We were at the zoo. I was waiting for my boyfriend, staring down at... Continue Reading →
My dad died when I was six. Well, six and a half; I was big on halves then. Anyway, he died. And whether as a result of too much TV or an already over-active imagination, I used to "see" him sometimes. Always at night. Always in dim-lit rooms. He would just stand there, half-smiling; male... Continue Reading →
Kogi State NYSC Camp Batch "A", 2008 It had been a long Tuesday afternoon. They'd all been on various queues since morning, pushing and shoving and hissing at each other. He was vaguely conscious of her standing in front of him. There was a fresh surge of complaints and grumbling and shoving and suddenly, her... Continue Reading →
Talk is cheap(they say) and they lie. Talk is talk; not everyone can. Words don't hurt(they say) and they lie. Talk is talk; and pierces the soul. But talk(being talk) could all be lies Untrue words; a dime three dozen. It's the talk unheard that seals the kiss.
