Burning Emotion II

Ever since her mother died when she was 12, Angela had vowed to always live openly and honestly, just like her mother and the tattoo on her inner wrist reminded her of that promise daily. Now as she lay in Chris’ bed and traced the outline of the tattoo slowly, she tried to remember where all the secrets and lies had begun.

She remembered when Chris had offered to drive her home that day, the first time they met, so kind of him. Mr. Ayodele had gone to ‘eat’ at a nearby booker but they both knew that by the time he got back he’d be too high to drive in a straight line. So she had agreed, and she hadn’t objected when he asked to come inside to use the bathroom. “You know, you really are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.” He had said to her, she blushed fiercely turning red under her dark skin. “You should give me a call sometime, I’d love to help you out with that application.”

That was how it all started and it wasn’t long before Chris started dropping her at home everyday, with her fathers’ approval of course. As far as he was concerned Chris was a bright young man with promising prospects, and also the reason all his daughter’s recent applications had been met with great news. Truth be told, he was slightly in awe of him, and so was Angela. She loved the deep tone of his voice, how his fingers moved whenever he was thinking, like he was tapping out his thoughts and most of all how his lips felt the very first time they kissed.

It had escalated quickly; starting first with what she thought was an accidental brush on her breasts. Chris had apologised but she hadn’t minded, she wanted to feel his touch on every inch on her body, and so she initiated the first kiss, just like she had played out with her friends from school a dozen times. He stepped back and looked into her eyes, asking her if she was sure this was what she wanted. Nodding, she closed her eyes and kissed him again, delving into the sweet, soft lands that were his lips. He kissed her back this time and she felt the passion burning in her stomach. Undoing the first three buttons of her school shirt, he said to her “Don’t tell your dad, he will surely have me fired.”

That was two months ago. Today she is in his bed, still half naked and not entirely sure what just happened. There is only one question on her mind “Is it still rape if I a part of me wanted it and relished it?”




                                                                                                                                                                
Hi there readers! So i blame the turn on this story for far too many episodes of Criminal Minds! Hope you guys are enjoying it so far. What do you think of the characters? And of Angela's disturbing thoughts at the end? Please use the comment box to share your opinions, I'd love to hear from you!

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Forgive or Forget?

Hey guys! So I'm sure we're all familiar with the 90's classic "The Best Man" starring Taye Diggs and the oh-so-sexy Morris Chestnut, and if you're anything like me, you've watched it more times than you care to announce to the world.For the poor poor souls who have missed out on watching this epic movie the plot is simple. Boy meets girl, cheats on her lots. As revenge, she sleeps with his best friend who is also the best man at their wedding and it all unravels through an unpublished book that the stupid best man wrote (the guy for try cool blood till after the wedding!) Anyways, this movie always brings up debate and of course the topic of debate is always "What would you do if your boyfriend/girlfriend cheated on you?" and more specifically with your best friend! *shocked face* Have you ever found your beloved entwined with someone else? Or are you the cheater who was caught? *dum dum dum* I would love to hear from you so vote below and use the comment box to share any thought and/or stories. Feel free to remain anonymous :)

What would you do if you caught your best friend and significant other together?

Burning Emotion

Okay so a couple of days ago I went to see Daley, an R&B-ish singer, live in Manchester and he was AH-MAH-ZING I must say! (Download his mix tape “Those Who Wait” for free and give him a chance.)

Anyways, his lyrics always ring so true to me but this inspired me to write a short story:

“We spend emotion, it’s the currency that we burn to get love in return.”

I don’t really know what it’s about yet tbh but read on and we’d both find out soon enough!

Angela was 16 when she met Chris, the dashing young entrepreneur. It all started at her father’s office, he was the CEO of a multinational company based in Abuja. She stopped by everyday after school to bring him lunch and tell him all about her day, they were close like that. Her mother passed away when she was 12. Cancer. Devastating to their entire family. Her dad had always been her whole life, and she was his.

His smell hit her first, that heady feeling you get from a mixture of cologne and cigarettes caused her to turn around, wondering where it came from. Next she heard the footsteps on the hardwood floor, they were brisk, long strides, like an army official. She did love men in uniform. She was already fantasising about what he would look like. Her dad was speaking, saying something about a meeting and getting home a bit later from work tonight but she wasn’t really listening. It was then she saw him as he entered her father’s office. Tall, dark and looking so goddam sharp in his tailored suit. Yea, no. Men in suits were far more dashing than men in uniform. Fixated on his face, she didn’t even notice her father introduce them. “Angela, this is Chris, the newest member of my team. He’s just graduated from University of Jos, he might have some tips for your application. I have to get to that meeting now but I’d see you at home.”

Chris was just one of those people. He had the good looks, the good grades and could persuade just about anyone to do what he wanted with his devilishly silky voice. Chasing girls had always been one of his favourite pastimes but he was growing bored of the current repertoire of girls. There was something about his boss’ daughter though, the uniform-clad girl couldn’t be any more than 18 but her body had the features of a Venetian goddess. He had seen her come in everyday at the same time for the last week and couldn’t get her out of his mind. He put on his most charming voice “Hi Angela, it’s such a pleasure to meet you” staring into her deep brown eyes. She was flustered he could tell by the way she blinked continuously when she shook his hand.

“Pleasure to meet you too Chris.”

TWO MONTHS LATER

“Get out of bed Chris, you’re going to be late.” He loved it when she got all serious and impatient. It was July and the schools had broken up for summer, Angela was free all the time hence the late night/early morning Skype calls, but he still had to work tirelessly. “What’s the point of dating the oga’s daughter if I can’t stroll into work whenever I feel like?” he said in his sleep-thick voice. “The point is that the ‘Oga’ does not know that you’re dating his daughter.” She always tried to say this with as much nonchalance as possible but he could hear the iota of doubt and insecurity that crept into her voice every time.

It had been Chris’ idea to keep the relationship a secret, her father would never approve of his precious angel dating a serial womanizer like him but the secrecy always made Angela feel sick. She hated lying to her dad, he was after all, her everything. If she were to know then, what she did now, she would never have agreed to the terms of this arrangement. 

Through Hell and High Waters: THE HEAD VS THE HEART

Through Hell and High Waters: THE HEAD VS THE HEART

THE HEAD VS THE HEART

So I haven’t blogged in some time, a really long time actually.. I can’t believe we’re already in April and I haven’t even wished any readers a happy new year! (gosh time flies.) Anyways, I wouldn’t go so far as to say I’m back, sadly I’m still in the institute of insanity! But just for today and maybe tomorrow and the day after, I’m here :).

Albeit randomly, tonight I started thinking about how different life would be if we always followed our heads, if everyone always did the ‘reasonable’ and ‘sensible’ thing. Do you ever wonder how different your life would be or would have been if you hadn’t made the decisions you do everyday? Like if I decided to go to university in L'boro instead of Manchester, would I still be friends with some people? Would I be closer to others? Would I have even ever met some people?

It’s always about the head versus the heart for me. No matter how many times I’ve had to make difficult decisions in my lifetime, and my friends would tell you I usually find every decision difficult (I’m working on this, I promise). I always wage an internal war with myself on the pros and cons, trying to be logical using only cold hard facts to draw conclusions and then I sit there, knowing fully well what the logical answer is but still, my mind is not at peace. The logical answer or explanation is always easier to make and in some cases it is the right decision.

What happens when it’s not though?

What happens when logic fails us and things still go haywire even though we had covered all bases?

Sometimes human beings are so tightly wound that they don’t allow their hearts to feel or don’t trust themselves enough to follow their hearts. Don’t get me wrong I’m not saying that the world should become a place full of hedonistic hippies just doing whatever pleases them at whatever time, no one is saying you should be a slave to your emotions, we all have brains for a reason. (Although, some people act like they have nothing but air in between their ears, but each to their own). If we trust in our hearts and in past experiences or advice from GOOD, RESPECTABLE friends then how wrong can we go? And even if we do go wrong, at least we can say we made the decision that we thought was best for us, not one based on social protocol or fear of being stigmatised.

Everyone has been there before, maybe in a dark period of our lives or even daily, completely conflicted in our minds not knowing whether to go left or right. Whenever I find myself in these situations of being completely disheartened I think of my mother, always encouraging me to pray and trust completely in the Lord. A particular scripture comes to mind, Psalm 46 vs 10 “Be still and know that I am God.” And as simple as that sentence is, it carries so much weight and I literally have to stand still and allow the world to pass me by, so that I can acknowledge that my Saviour who died for my sins is still in my presence and He is God. The right answer usually comes shortly after. We must be still, and allow God to work the miraculous wonders he has written for us.

*sigh* I think I’m back. I’ve missed this.

Lots of love and happy new year,

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Amen

Also I’ve been doing some writing! Decided to share with you a little bit of something something I’ve been working on. I don’t really know what to call this piece, it’s not really a poem but kind of is.. you know.. one of ‘those’ here goes:

 Amen

As usual I crawl into bed after daddy’s gone to work,

Lying there together you say a quick prayer for me,

You always want nothing but the best for me.

But this morning you sense something is different,

The “Amen’s” are coarser, quicker with less feeling.

“May the Lord grant you all your hearts desires” my heart breaks.

Now the tears are rolling down hot and fast, completely soaking your silk blouse.

Wrapped in your arms you tell me I’m your beautiful baby girl

I’m 19 and gifted, being heartbroken never lasts too long.

Then why does every minute I don’t hear his voice feel like an eternity?

Every time I re-read the text that terminated us, feel like my obituary?

Okay that’s it for now! Bye! Lol.

How To Please Your Lady

Sorry about the hiatus people! I’ve been dying a slow and painful death in this institution of murder called university. *sigh*. But I’m backkkkk! :) :). (Assuming anyone noticed I was gone in the first place! Lol)

After having a lengthy debate with my friend about his current girlfriend I decided to try and answer the question: “Are girls really insatiable?” From an objective but ever so slightly biased point of view. According to my friend, and i must say i agree, Almost every girl I know goes on and on about how all they want is a good guy who would treat her right and take her places, the only thing girls never seem to account for is that, somewhat unfortunately, boys are human beings as well. One thing that always baffles me (and believe you me I’ve proven to be the Chief Mrs of this department in some situations) is why a girl would 9 out of 10 times pick the ‘bad boy’ that gives her minimal attention, over the sweet over-emotional boy who is constantly flooding her phone. But this discussion is for another day.

So of these 9 girls that pick the ‘bad boy’ we get a range of complaints “He never calls” “He takes too long to text back” “He’s always flirting with other girls” on and on and on driving any and everyone that would lend them an ear absolutely crazy. One would think that the problem is that we get so caught up in this princess fiasco (points finger at Walt Disney and his crew!) and spend so much time looking for a guy that’s already tailor made to our expectations that we pass up on a lot of perfectly good ‘paupers’ waiting to be turned into ‘princes’. The effort it takes to finding the perfect guy is probably more than it would take to turn one John Doe into James Dean. BUT NO! Because even the 1 girl that uses her common sense and picks the sweet guy ALWAYS finds something to complain about “He texts me too much” “He took me out to Indian when I said I wanted Pan-Asian” always always complaining! So why aren’t girls ever happy?

After some consideration, soul searching and just because I can write vast amounts of bullshit and call it my opinion J I decided that one of the problems is that boys don’t listen!! Some of my closest male friends have perfected the art of selective hearing down to the letter, I always respect girls that like them and can deal with them. How can I be on the phone with you, telling you that Indian food makes me feel sick and so on, and then you suggest we go to the Curry Mile (a mile of curry houses someplace in Manchester) for lunch? :/ Wow, some guys just don’t get it. All I ever hear is "Oh girls are over-dramatic, they always expect too much." You KNOW your girlfriend/ side chick/ p is going to get stressy if you take longer than x hours to hit her up. Or if your battery conveniently dies and you feel no need to hola at her even after you’ve seen the texts she sent while she was looking for you. I get it, some boys are just chilled, it’s never a big deal to them, life is easy breezy but then don’t make her feel like she’s being irrational about life! How many times do you need to hear “I hate it when you don’t call me back” to know it’s time to start calling back? Jheez!

Obviously there are some extreme girls who generally expect too much, text too much and blah but just because you’ve known a couple of those doesn’t mean that every single girl needs to be treated with the same aloof attitude that boys have down pat. All you got to do is squeeze her, don’t tease her, never leave her! In other words, try a little tenderness.

Deuces my darlings! OTIS SCREAM

Oh, apologies if you thought this was going to be a sexual blog *bbm cant watch*

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