NOW, THE PAST AND THE FUTURE UNDER A SHOWER.

It's 5:33 PM and rain drops are crashing on my window.
I'm in the shower where I often think the most clear and the world often spins slow.
Big Brother's wedding is in a lil' bit, all I can think 'bout is what if it was me getting hooked for life.
David Asikpata Omoighoje found a woman and he found a wife.
It sends a shiver down my spine and now I know probably how big brother must be feeling.
Alittle nervous I suppose.
A life long commitment whom no one can oppose.
The water takes a journey to the bathroom floor via my torso and I begin to imagine my own wedding.
I don't really dig it big, but it's her day so lets bang the drums and make loud sounds.
From the altar I gaze upon the aisle and behold she emerges in flowing white.
If the choir could sing EdSheeran's perfect it would magnificent, I'm by the altar in a burgundy suit with black lapels thinking to myself that my queen is indeed a beautiful sight.
I'm focused on her and somehow the congregation fades away.
In my head am reciting my vows, hoping to spit 'em like a rappers bars when I finally say 'em.
It is such bliss which I can't just waste with just any miss.
My mind drifts to the women who would probably point to me and say I led them on.
I put it all on the table before we went ahead to do what thou wilt.
For most of them I'd probably say it's a shame our love went on tilt.
No fault of mine that's why I always tried to keep it real.
Like a highlight reel it all flashes in front of my face.
She who would point fingers at me forgetting we were often cut up by so many states.
We desired each other and of cos we were knee deep on something akin to what y'all call love.
She always thought she was in the boat alone, and I like a puppet master joyfully pulled her strings.
I guess at my wedding that would all be in the past and like Prince Harry I'd joyfully invite my ex-es without bad blood.
The reception gonna be lit and something tells me by that time I'd be into roses for some wierd reason.
Dance Dance Dance Season.
I sure hope she can rock the dance floor else that would mean I'd be taking two trophies home.
It's 6:13, I am fully clothed now, legs crossed on my study table.
I can solely conclude now and this is in no way a fable.
Love is sweet and weddings are always beautiful.

HIS SISTER, MY ADEOLA 4

'Wetin this boy find come sef'

As much as I tried to keep my cool, she could see me trembling.

'Dave, what's wrong'

'It's Segun, he says he's at my busstop...coming to my house'

Diary of a Poet 6

Never Alone
There's a place inside of me that wants to dream,

Diary of a Poet 5

Enveloped inside the fog of her own brain
Memories of happiness and sorrow come in waves
Tear ducts overflowing and never depraved
Tears filled with hate and blood stains
They stream down her cheeks to the corners of her mouth
Creating a cycle of swallowing them so they reroute 
Some churn forever never making it back to recascade
Creating an ocean filled with tidal waves
Slamming into each other creating chaotic sorrow bubbles within
Floating through her veins and crawling beneath her skin 
Finally rupturing and spilling the salts of hate and pain
Salts that forever line the shores of the beach made up of black grains
The ocean takes these grains of black back out to be set free
Free to release the hate that's deeply embedded in her fearless sea

HIS SISTER, MY ADEOLA (PART 3)

The past few weeks has been the best of my life!!!
Who knew that Adeola could be so humorous, my insides swelled with the urge to se pe fun segun... But I couldn't rain curse words down on my future in-law, God just save im nyash walahi.  

I hadn't seen her since our encounter at 'Alhaji's house', but it seemed like we saw daily, all thanks to the internet and of course Meister Zuckerberg. I really needed to see her soon, else woe may betide me.

DIARY OF THOUGHTS

I love a woman but I fear her the most, she could put me on toast, she could shut down my boast.
The texture of the fabric of her mind is indeed amazing, demonic and angelic, an irony in flesh and spirit.
I'm fascinated by the way her mood flickers.
Some times she kicks ass. 

DAIRY OF THOUGHTS

I watched you go, now I see you come back.

I watched you learn your lesson, but before then I watched you leave with all of your things in a napsack.
My brain gave me no reasons for your actions, even after I had put it on a ransack.
Pitch black is all I see when I think back.
Back to the time when we frolicked. 

Diary of a Poet 4

Racy in purple lace draped across her bare skin
Caressing her womanhood inviting him within
Robbins tied around her like a present to unwrap
Purple lace that see through showing off her swollen slit
He slides it off her shoulders letting it wrap around her waist
Slowly anticipating just how sweet she's going to taste
Untying the white ribbons as they slide between her thigh
As she feels his passion begin to rise
Then she sits on top of him eager to please
As she slides her wetness across his throbbing pulse with ease
Taking a new position of sitting on her knees
As she taste her own sin with the mixture of his leak
Then of excitement that builds up between his legs
The she cleans him off with her throat and a slightly messy gag
As the pressure starts to build, he's about to let go
Let go of his liquid love inside me as it flows
Then they lay together enjoying the warmth of their mixture
A forever love that's a flesh combined liquid elixir

HIS SISTER, MY ADEOLA (Diary Entry 2)

.....

You are David, right??

Like an oak tree I was rooted to the ground and took an eternity to speak, half of the time I was thinking 'bout what to say, the other half I used in checking her out... Trust me she really looked lovely.

HIS SISTER, MY ADEOLA part 1 (Diary Series)

I texted Segun with haste 'Yo! Seqe send me your sister number abeg na', I couldn't believe I was Thumbing on my phone with that sort of pace. Segun's sister was the object of my eternal fascination and admiration, and my guy 'seqe' wouldn't even have us in the same country talkless of we being within an inch of each other. That nigga a fool I thought to myself, shaply send me this thing ojere.

'BROS NO! ' He texted back in all caps, I laughed so hard because i could feel him fuming at the other end, the internet...isn't it a thing of beauty? We went back and forth, he cursed me out... I whined him and begged him... He cursed me some more.... I increased my begging, we went back and forth till finally he texted 'You be pest, oya show my house for sallah come present your case by yourself'.

Damn! Twas as if santa sent his gift way earlier than scheduled, but i didn't care though, I was gonna go get my woman... Daddy I've seen the house we're going to carry palmwine to. I shuffled through my gallery for my screenshots of her, 'atleast lemme see fine something before I sleep na'. I salivated and admired God's creation for a bit, both in equal measure, Sallah was a week away but in my eyes it was tomorrow... My eyelids fluttered as I drifted into a happy sleep.

Faaaaaaaaasssssssstttttttt Foooooorrrrrrrwwwwwaaaarrrrrrdddddd.

Riiiinnnngggg! My alarm screamed at me as I jumped out of my bed like a criminal being hunted down would. I unlocked my phone and took a peek at the date, D-day I said to myself as I broke a smile. I quickly jumped into my bathroom and had a nice long shower, scrubbing all the needed corners in a bid to obey the boyscout's be prepared rule. In truth I really had sortof prepped myself like I was going for a friggin' interview, but then i uttered to myself 'Oyinbo say to be prepared is to be haveth your cutlass sharpened for battle, TAINK YOU' I really was laughing now, while slipping into some sweet native attire and wore my favourite fragrance #letSomebodyTellAlhajiI'mComing.

I took an uber straight to Segun's house, I couldn't be jumping bus in this climate, 'kent' spoil my swag for no one biko. Uber driver was slamming some Maleek Berry First Days Of Winter shiii... The mood was most definitely right! I got to Segun's house within an hour, alighted from the car, fist bumped the driver, paid and strolled in.

Rinnnnnnng! Rinnnnnng!! Riiiiiinnnnggg!!! 'David how far na, you don reach' Segun's voice filtered through the earpiece of my phone. 'Guy I dey entrance of your house na, you no wan wise ni' I replied with a sprinkle of panic, I always hated waiting.

My Nigga!!, Your father!!... Segun had just reared his ugly head and we were going through the customary greetings and hailings, After all said and done I was given a seat in a choice location meat and non-alcoholic drinks flowed... Alhaji frowned upon alcohol who was I to smile upon it?

Time flew like eagles soaring... Yet i hadn't seen Adeola, Segun was occupying me well enough, gist yapa full ground... The OG Zoza was here, Adekiigbe sef answered present to the attendance... But then... I didn't come here for all of this niggas. Gists continued till like 8pm, at that moment I knew seqe had slyed me, I bent towards his ears and whispered 'Bros i don dey go, you win this battle sha'. He laughed hysterically, he offered to escort me but I was vexed I decided to take an uber home so I can properly wallow in my sorrows.

Uber pulled up and called me, I told him to gimme a second, I hailed my men and bounced out. 

Hey!  'Xcuse me!  I looked back,  Behold Adeola in her infinite beauty. Trust me her beauty soft pass the filmtrick of snapchat filters.

Remember when T'challa said 'I never freeeze' yet he froze. Yup!  That nigga was me... But then actor no dey lose or die for feem, here i was... And here she was... We were both here......

Facade (Funbi's Diary) two

SCHOOL, ME AND SITZWE 

04/08/2018
It has been a hectic curve settling in school academically, this tell why I could not make any entry into to you yesterday, Public school as fun as it is posed is heck stressful and  I am beginning to lose it, my school for sure is torture in its own rights, from the long queues under the sun, IT complacency, long distance walks to get things done, dealing with people and making payments, it is hell!