The Revolution will be Retweeted

I may not have a million bucks but I sure as hell got 2K and that can do much
2k followers and a couple more by the time you read this 

Believe me when I say this:

I’m causing massive change with this faceless blue bird 

I have various opinions on the things of the world 

I believe in justice for the unjust 

I believe in being the light at the end for the tunnel visioned 

I hate our style of governance and the way things are done

I’m very verbal about it 

What with my verbose extensive knowledge in the English languange I’m ready to trash down anybody who disagrees with my ideas of Patriarchy, atheism and ass eating. 

And since I have flown once or twice outside the country I sure as hell have the right to speak on melanin opinionated topics and modern slavery. 

I’m saving the world with these 140s 

However, I’d rather delve daily in non heroic tasks like…. Perhaps, I don’t know eating out your girl 

You know the one you’re constantly flaunting on your TL 

I’m kicking it with her on the DL 

Definitely to some DL… Yentie Obiaa 

I’d rather do it for the thirsty guys 

Be the lake of ethereal waters that quenches their desires 

Throwing thirst traps each and everyday, accompanied by selfies, of course, on this TL

Once or twice I’ll pick a fight and fight for our right 

Fist in the air with that emoji 

#lovewins #blacklivesmatter #melaninmatters

In a few, I’ll type in the praise on sheabutter and jojoba, but till then allow me to slip into my military gear 
With an armour of data or unending supply of wifi 

I’m superman

I’m the beast 

I’m here for the coup 

This is a revolution

Can you not see these hashtags? 

 Know change has come 

The revolution will not be televised! 

The revolution will not be televised! 

No, the revolution will be retweeted.

Love found in a Troski

Is this how you lads suffer? You see the girl of your dreams slip through your fingers because you can’t fathom the appropriate way to talk to her. 
Tonight, after someone cancelled a meeting on me, I got a late troski home. I didn’t even realise my future husband was sitting in front of me till the troski mate started collecting his fare. 

My heart genuinely skipped a beat. And it’s funny cos a few hours ago I was thinking how long it had been since I had that whole butterflies in the tummy kinda crush. 

Future husband was everything I wanted in updated version. 

He was tall. So tall, even when he was seated in the troski his head was almost hitting the ceiling. His shoulders were broad and looked like they had been carved by the gods. His hair was curly and dark against his dark tan skin. He had small ears and his chiseled jaw was sprayed with a mass of dark curls that formed a beard and look super soft. 

His head rested on the window as if he was tired, as he scrolled through his phone. From the screens reflection in the window I could see he was on the Mashable app which meant he was well read and thirsty for information. 

My raging hormones and flipping ovaries translated that into him being smart and immediately made him more attractive to me.

Then it hit me that he was gonna get down somewhere. 

So I thought of ways to get to know him before he slipped out of my fingers. I thought of throwing a pen so he picks it up for me so I could strike a conversation. But I thought of the distance between him and I, and the pen in question, and how dark the troski was and ruled that out. 

I thought of moving to go sit next to him but that made no sense. 

I thought about getting off when he does just to follow him and say hi. 

I even thought of writing him a nots saying he’s handsome with my number at the bottom. 

I thought long and hard and arrived at zero conclusions and then he alighted, his cute rounded butt poking out as he hopped of the 207 Benz bus. Just like that. I lost the man of my dreams.

See, I’m intrigued and mesmerised because I don’t remember the last time I was attracted several to the member of the opposite sex by mere physical features. I usually crave people for their intellectual abilities and their creative side. This guy… This mystery guy, stole my heart with his shoulders. 

Guys, I respect you. 

Walking up to a girl and telling her you want her number or whatever is not an easy task. I’m sorry if I’ve ever been rude to any of you and wounded your egos, but I suppose that’s just how it’s going to be. I’m not gonna say I won’t do it, I will. I will just deliver the “NO” less harshly, I promise. Stay strong! And Onwards with the confidence to pursue your true love.

(Also drop hints in the comment section is on how I can capture baby boy’s attention next time please. I plan on doing a tutorial on this. )

On that note, if anyone knows any light skin boy with curly hair and the height of a basketball player and shoulders kissed by sirens who lives around Coastal Estate junction on the Spintex Road, let him know he is destined to be mine and I will not rest until he is. Bless. 

– sub goddesses need love too, Ogun cannot do it all, poetic nymphs need capa, Benewaa-sama 

🌞 staying sunny🌞

For as long as I can remember I haven’t been a very happy person. I mean, you wouldn’t know that by just looking at me,or hanging out with me, or even living with me. I’m good at faking shit (orgasms inclusive……-Aaayyyyy) And you wouldn’t know how I feel till I want you to, so I show you. 

I’m used to hiding my feelings. Because I don’t think it’s necessary for anyone else to know. I mean you know then what? It’s not like you can do anything about it. 

I wouldn’t call it depression, because I feel other people’s cases of depression are far worse than mine so I’ll call it  Dark Days. These happened from early 2015 but reached their peak in between February and March. 

I have never felt more alone and sad and angry on my life. I was always scared to go to sleep, because then I would think about all the reasons why I am alone and I have no friends and shit like that. I mean, all my friends suddenly had boyfriends and wanted to be doing lovey dovey-creating memories and stuff like that with them. So I was alone. I have been so scared/ sad that I cried myself to sleep multiple times. I could only sleep if I slept with someone. Shout outs to everyone who shared their small student sized bed with me during that period. God bless your souls. 

And then as if to make things worse, one of my closest friends stopped talking to me. There’s a whole lot of bs attached here. I suppose we were both wrong but yeah that happened. 

I needed to be occupied. Do something. Be somewhere. Get high or buzzed or something to not be in that dark space. It was draining. 

I don’t remember exactly when the realisation hit me, but it did. And I realised I was in control of my own happiness. Constantly feeding my sadness wasn’t going to help. Hell, I was getting like 3 hours of sleep each day and thinking it was fine. That I was fine. 

So I made a conscious effort to actually make myself happy. My mom always says this, “if you don’t happy yourself, who go happy you?” My happiness was in my own hands. I came to understand also that happiness was a fleeting thing. You can’t be happy forever. It’s for a moment, a while, an hour. It was a facade that had clouded us and made us think it was supposed to be forever. So many people try to find it for eternity and end up losing their soul. You know chasing money, girls, power…… 

So yeah, I decided to make myself happy. I responded to everything positively. I started using the sun emoji more because, I dont know the sun is so happy! All the songs about sunshine are good songs if you’ve noticed too. Spreading sunshine = spreading happiness. If you feel sad, try making someone else happy. That lights up a little spark inside that can hold the darkness at bay till the next sunshine.

I was living sunny side up. Or at least trying to. Fake it till you make it, right? 

I’ve not made it. I get sad sometimes about Lord knows what. Most of the time I’m numb… Unfeeling. But the small moments I get to laugh GENUINELY about something or be excited about something or someone, I enjoy it. Every bit of it. Cos if I can’t have the entire sun, I’ll enjoy the bit of sunshine that comes out from behind the clouds. And spread it to everyone else. 

🌞🌞🌞