The Writeventures of Emaleecious

I'm becoming quite regular here...#shinesteeth. But I won't praise myself so much because I am not even predictable anymore. Something tells me deep down that after my self-praise, I will just revert to my old ways... #sigh. May God deliver me from myself.  Did I hear an Amen? How are you doing? Chopping life with double hands I presume? Chop am well. That's the way forward. But no mago-mago sha. God hates false things! Yesterday,  'Toro and myself were on our way to work and somehow the convo shifted to how our parents brought us up. We compared our growing up days to the way kids these days are brought up. What a world of difference!!!! An example- I remember clearly one day when a family friend came visiting. For some reason I can't remember, I didn't go to school. Herself and my mum had a good visit and as she prepared to go, she dipped her hand into her purse and came up with some money for me to use to "buy biscuits" for myself. Of co...

Hello Fam. I trust you had a great weekend like I did? Yes? #high five.....No? too bad...Next weekend will definitely be better. I came here to tell you all about my weekend. It was a whirlwind of activities. I learned valuable lessons too. On Saturday morning, I woke up and just felt like a fight! Seriously, I don't know why, but I needed to get the fight out of me. Who else to unleash it on except my darling T? The poor dude was still sleeping, so I woke him up with a tap. If only he knew what was coming his way, he probably wouldn't have answered me. Hahaha. Anyway, I asked him to please pamper me (trouble dey sleep oo, yanga go wake am). He looked at me like I had lost my marbles. So I calmly repeated my request. I told him I needed to feel pampered. I wanted him to buy me stuff just because, take me out every time and especially when I make a request, cook for me and all that. My husband looked like he was in a nightmare. He asked if I was ok? and I got up in ...

No be small thing ooo! My first comment is that people are wicked shaaaaaa!  Chai! Dia ris God oooo. This morning, I woke up but wished I could just call in sick. I didn't even want to get up from bed at all. So I did what I would do on days like this, called my mum (yep, she just has a way of making me get up from bed). We gisted for a while and she encouraged me to get up and get ready to go to work. I dropped the phone, had a bath and picked out my outfit for the day- A multi-color stripped top and a white chiffon pleated skirt. Then I looked out and noticed it had started to drizzle and it looked like a heavy rain was in the plan. I tried changing my outfit...tried 3 other outfits, but they just wouldn't do, so I picked out this Ankara dress I just had made. Between me and you, its Ankara, but I'm not telling anyone in my office that . I plan to keep smiling if they ask me what it is. Anyway, I had the liver to pick out this outfit for a Thursday because: ...

Hello Blogsville, Hope we had a great weekend? Did you get to read my first attempt at a short story? If you didn't you can read it here- Ikubiela- I really want to hear your comments (as genuine as it gets) so please feel free to use the comment box.  The post below- Samira- is another attempt at a story. Turns out I have plenty stories in my head. I didn't even know until I made an attempt.. Again, please feel free to use the comment box below to air your opinion. ...And don't forget to share it too! Be generous #wink Many thanks, Emaleecious. *********** Samira huddled in the furthest and darkest corner of the room as the footsteps sounded closer than ever. All the way up the stairs as the footsteps got louder, she prayed and beckoned on Allah to save her from the ordeal even though her heart knew there was no way out. Closer and louder, the heavy footsteps sounded in her ears, till the door knob turned quietly. She couldn’t help the whimper that es...

They were obviously in love. Their eyes told the story. You didn't need to ask any question. The aura surrounding them spoke volumes, it was the brightest of pinks. You were around them and all you wanted was to whisper words of love to anyone you thought was dear to you. Their hands were always on each other and they were never far from each other. When they announced their engagement, the entire community was in support and looked forward to the day. Together, they counted down to the wedding day. Theirs was a marriage created on the platform of Eros, woven in time and fortified in destiny. It left everyone thinking about their partners and what it would feel like to be in love like them. With joy, the community woke up one morning to see her rounded belly. She was swollen, expecting a child. They rejoiced with her and she was never short of help. Her compound was swept clean every morning by unknown people long before she awoke. Her pots were always filled with water at e...

Hi everyone. Trust you have been well? I have been a good girl so far. Haven't gotten into any trouble of any sort...even blogged a week ago. That's a major improvement for me I guess. The thing is, the news flying in the airwaves haven't been so good for the past one month plus. I mean the news in Nigeria. Its as if the proverbial wind don blow because fowl yansh don open well well, and make I no lie, the yansh ugly well well. In fact e dey smell because e don rotten join. May God help us. I thought I knew the meaning of corruption, but lately, I have been reoriented. It turns out that it is not even as i thought it to be...its merely stealing. Our defense is weak, our leaders are uninformed and are not ashamed, our people are turning out to be more resilient that I would have given them credit for. Its actually 50 days now since our girls were taken away. This isn't a movie or something. Its real. I can't even begin to imagine being away from loved on...