BEAUTY: Something About Her Eyes

Hey y’al! Its SugaRush 🙂

This is the second part of BEAUTY: The Trilogy.

The Third and Grand Finale of the Trilogy would be up on MONDAY

Without Further Ado, I present…

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Something About Her Eyes

Written by: @Lady_Aivory_
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THE PARTY
Idris sipped his wine, scanning his environment and enjoying the feeling of eyes on him. Sylvia had not told him she had invited him to a gathering of the most important figures in Ibadan. Some girls passed by in swimming suits winking at him suggestively. It looked like he was going to have a lot of fun in this town.
One of the ushers passed by and he signaled for her to come to him. She obeyed. “I want another bottle of this wine whatever it is called. And where is Sylvia? I can’t seem to find her.” He knew she could barely hear his voice above the loud pop music that was playing.
“I won’t get you another drink sir.” The usher replied with a straight face.
“Huh?!” he felt he probably hadn’t heard her right with all the music so he repeated himself again. “I said get me a bloody drink. And get me that Sylvia bitch!”
“I said I won’t get you another drink sir. You are already drunk.” She stomped off.
Idris felt he must have been dreaming. Did a damn waiter at Sylvia’s party just refuse to get him an extra drink? Was she going mad? He scanned for her around the party but didn’t find her. If he found that damn waiter he would wring her neck for speaking to him that way. Damn, didn’t she know him or didn’t she watch tv? He was Mr. Nigeria for chrissakes.
Already tipsy, he staggered around, letting the crazy music sway him like a moth in the wind. A young lady dressed in an orange attire smiled suggestively at him. He gave her a wry smile, his eyes still searching for his waitress.
Ha! There she was serving another person a drink. He would shove her head into that drink wallahi!
He hadn’t even gotten to where she was when like a blind man exploring the streets for the first time, he fell straight into the swimming pool.

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He felt someone toweling his wet hair. He felt someone singing sonorously about some awesome god. He felt awkward and out of place. And then he opened his eyes.
She wasn’t beautiful but something in her eyes and in the way she sang depicted a sorrow too deep for even him to imagine. He was sure he had seen her face before.
“Where am I?” he asked.
“The premier hotel. You fell straight into the premier pool during madam’s majestic party and scattered your head. You better stop talking so I can finish applying these ice blocks to it.”
“Who are you?”
“Uli.” An usher at the party.”
He was quiet for a while, watching her work in amazement. Then he started singing her song with her and though she told him to shut up at first, they eventually enjoyed singing the song together.
He closed his eyes after a while and went into a deep slumber.

BEFORE THE PARTY

It was her life and she was in the middle of it. Her hands and knees ached as she scrubbed the white vinyl floor, the tears from her eyes staining her hard work. Uli’s head throbbed as she cleaned. She realized painfully that she had been cleaning the floors of the Premier Hotel for hours.
“You should forget this and die.” The voice in her head told her. “What’s there to live for again?”
She heard the voice of Sylvia, the hotel manager call out her name but she ignored it, silently praying that she had someone else bearing her name. The voice moved closer. She knew it was calling out to her and yet for some unnamed reason she refused to force out a reply.
“Uli!!” Sylvia’s head popped out from the corner like a ghost. She looked at Uli straight in the face. “I have been calling you. Didn’t you hear my voice?”
She nodded.
“You did! And I’m too small to be answered by the maid eh? You do realize I can fire you for this right?” Uli looked back at her blankly. Maybe she just wanted to be fired. Then she would have a reason to stop living her worthless life.
“I’m sorry madam.” She muttered “I’m very tired and I have a headache.”
Sylvia realized that the girl had been working all day and picking a fight with her would be a sin to humanity, although with the mood she was in, a fight with anybody in particular sounded like a treat. Still angry at the girl, she stomped off, her black stiletto heels making deafening noises on the parquet floor.
Uli quickly finished her work, got dressed in her everyday clothes and headed straight back to school. She was a final year student at the University of Ibadan studying Statistics. Besides being a student, she was a cleaner who cleaned shops, hotels and halls to make money that can see her through school take care of her siblings and keep her alive.
Many people had called her a man of her people in the past, back when her father died in a motor accident leaving her mother widowed with four children. Uli had quickly become the father-figure and bread winner of her family. She had worked hard to pay for her Jamb, pay for her sister’s school fees and even in school she still sent money every month to her family. She had no friends in school and even if she wanted to become a ‘runs’ girl to make money, she was not attractive enough to venture into it.
Her life had become broken over the years, filled with work, ambition and grim memories of a past she wished she never had. She is a maid. This is her life and only she is in the middle of it.
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There was no model in the entire Ibadan that could stand up to Sylvia Eruja, the only daughter of Seun Eruja, Oyo State’s biggest business tycoon and the owner of the Premier Hotel. Sylvia was tall, well-built and beautiful and she knew it. She stood tall among other female models in her area, owing to the fact that it was her face on most of the billboards, television adverts and fliers. Every brand wanted her spotless face.
As the new manager of her father’s hotel, Sylvia threw parties every month for her esteemed customers and guests. She called it ‘The Majestic Party’. This month she put in all her effort to ensure that this party would make a huge impression on all her guests, especially Idris Alli-Balogun, the love of her life.
She had met Idris last year when he had won the Mr. Nigeria contest in Abuja. Even now she still couldn’t take the picture of his sexy abs on stage walking in a small swimsuit for all to admire his gorgeous body. Right then as he came out, she had felt a rush of desire sweep through her, sending cold shivers down her spine and passing tingling sensations in between her legs. It hadn’t been surprising to her when after the contest she walked up to talk to him.
“Congratulations dearie.” She had said, a big grin plastered on her face. Her turquoise gown was slit open at the front exposing her cleavage so she thrust her chest upwards suggestively at him.
He hugged her back as he adjusted his sash. “Thank you very much Sylvia.”
She was taken aback. “You know my name?”
“Of course. You’re a super model. How wouldn’t I know your name?”
Sylvia smiled, realizing that indeed she was a celebrity. “That was a great performance there on stage. I’m sure you impressed the judges. I was pretty impressed myself.”
“I’m Idris Alli-Balogun.” He said, extending his hand for a handshake. She shook him back, blushing openly and feeling her nipples tighten as his abs moved in his shirt. She licked her lips to relief herself.
Later that night she tossed and turned in her bed, thinking about the hulk of a man she had just met. She had given him her card and hopefully he would call her to meet up for a date. Nothing more would delight Sylvia.
He had called her six months after their first meeting, shortly after her father appointed her as the manager of his most important hotel. Feeling completely elated about the call she had invited to Ibadan to attend her Majestic party.
Now, very excited that she was about to see Idris soon, she called her party planner on his mobile. “Francis where you de?”
“On my way madam. I’m stuck in this Bodija traffic o.”
“Carry yourself here before I change my mind. We have a lot of work to do. I have a party in six days.”
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“My full name is Ulinma Mbanefo. I am 21 years old ma.” Uli watched the fat woman scribble into some yellow-paged book. The scowl on her face stayed there as if it was part of her genetic identity.
“Have you worked for this hotel before?”
“Yes ma. I clean and assist the matron every weekend.”
The fat woman snorted. “We are looking for ushers for this year’s majestic party not cleaners. Didn’t you read the notice?”
“I did ma. Please I can do this. Anything you want me to do I will do it.”
“Besides you are not fine gaan! If not that you have a fine figure small…”
“Please ma. I can do this. And you and I know that not many girls are applying because of the low pay this year. You need me more than I need you.”
The woman looked Uli over, realizing that the girl was right; they needed her. This year the new manager has spent less attention to the ushers. Anyways no matter how plain the girl looked, a little make up here and there could hide all the unpleasantness. She passed her the form on her table. “Oya sign here and add your phone number. Usually we do a screening but now there is no need for that.”
Uli signed happily. In six days she would make enough money to pay for her mother’s hospital bill.

AFTER THE PARTY

“You broke up with Sylvia? Guy you de craze?”
Idris winced at the pitch of his friend’s voice. Kola’s eyes now could swallow both Jonah and the shark. “She broke up with me cus I screamed another woman’s name during sex with her.”
Hiss. “Its that university girl abi? So that rat is now more than our supermodel girlfriend. I tire for you o”
“Guy I swear I don’t know what is happening to me. I can’t get that girl off my mind. It feels more like I’ve been shot a bullet in my brain.” Idris fiddled with his new android phone, trying to take his mind off the conversation he was having.
“Okay whatever. Call her and apologize.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want to mehn. I’m tired of the babe sef. She has nothing else to offer me except that her beautiful face and her hot body. I have had enough of her being stupid; it’s sickening.”
“Wake up, bro. Na your university babe fit offer you something abi?”
Idris gave a deep sigh. “She smart and thoughtful. Beauty isn’t everything, you know.”
After Kola left his house, Idris lay down on his couch and pondered to himself. There was something about Uli that kept tugging at his mind. It wasn’t her beauty because to most people’s standard, she had none. Her face was boyish and had lines that marked how hard her life had been. Her hands were rough from scrubbing floors and cleaning toilets. In her eyes one could feel her pain, the cries from her soul, and the essence of her. The way she spoke belied her age and social status. She knew something about everything. And God, when she smiled that smile of hers, the scar on her riding above her cheek, he felt his heart race to all the wrong places.
He hated the fact that he thought about her every now and then, even when he was supposed to be working. He hated the fact that after his first chat with her she had left without a trace. He longed now to talk to her again, to reach out and stroke that scar on her face, to reassure her that everything would be just fine. He wanted to hold those hands and promise to rid them of suffering. He had never felt this way before and this new feeling felt rather unreal, like a dream he would soon awaken from.
He knew that she was a student at the University of Ibadan. She said she was studying statistics and she stayed in idia hall. He knew that with a name like hers, it would not be so difficult to find her.
And so, that sunny Sunday afternoon, Idris like an excited school boy took off in his new Sedan, determined to find Ulinma the girl that had stolen his heart. He would find her and he would keep her.
Something about her eyes assured him that it would be the best time of his life.

With Sugary Love…

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A Man’s World, A Woman’s Stage.

Yo! Its Teebabsy!!!

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So I’m hearing ASUU is ready to prolong this strike for 3 to 5 years if they’re demands are not met!!Well what am I waiting for?? I should probably get married then! I might just pop the question this weekend!! Hope He says Yes!!!Lool

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In the interim y’all should keep having a swell time here!!

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Y’all should Anticipate the second post in the Beauty Trilogy featuring on Friday

Also Anticipate on the 7th of August;

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Sexting; The conversation

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Without Further ado,I present to you;

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A Man’s World, A Woman’s Stage.

By: @Teebabsy

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Ever heard that phrase “its a man’s world” Well, I grew up pretty determined that there was no such thing; males and females were alike and would be accorded the same amount of responsibility and accountability. Sadly enough, I discovered in my formative years that the statement was a bitter truth, No greater truth than that Oxymoron.

The society we live in is one where much is expected from girls, sometimes a person cooks up his own idealistic view about how a girl is meant to behave or act in the society but it amazes me that the standard of reasoning drops when it gets to the male counterpart.

What could be the reason for this? I ask myself on a regular. Are we truly the lesser sex like people regard us?? What makes it right for a boy to “bitch” around, having as many girls as he likes. He’s regarded as cool, fly or hot. But when a girl carries out such a feat, she’s termed a “hoe” what makes it moral for a guy to drink, smoke and party? But if a girl does any of this, she’s regarded as not being “wife material”

What makes it okay for guys to change girls faster than the way they change their underwear?? But in the event that its a girl, people are busy taking notes of the amount of guys she’s been with like they would be asked to give account someday. Why is it cool for men to hold very high positions in places of authority but any woman found in such position is automatically called names ranging from “too ambitious” to “power hungry” to “bully” or even “dictative”.

Why do guys have things easy and we the ladies find things more complex?? The answers to these questions elude me.
Could it be due to the fact that since creation, we’ve been accorded “second place” We were made from the ribs of a man, we are two ribs short but this shouldn’t make us any less relevant. We were created to be helpers not mere on lookers but in harsh reality, we’ve been placed as such.

We’ve become actors on the stage called life, playing out the roles handed to us by society. Living out her own ideals about what is moral and that which isn’t.
But who are we really to decide what is right or evil? There is no one with perfect knowledge. The notion of good and bad is a delicate subject matter to be handled with care and caution.

Could it also be linked with the fact that the woman becomes the home maker, the one who is kept in charge of the home and just like the saying, to whom much is given, much is expected?? Could it be the reason that we are expected to be almost perfect having no blemish at all?

Being a woman is no small feat, we go through it all, the greatest pains ever. We have to deal with menstruation, cramps, labour pain, menopause and so much more. It is our responsibility to be the stronger one in relationships and even in marriage, the one who has to be patient, enduring all in the bid to keep her home.

We have to be the ideal wife; The greatest cook, the most efficient cleaner and the “whore” in the bedroom. We have to be ready to sacrifice and put our all into it to make things work.

Would we now say that this isn’t a man’s world?? Are we not just performing on this stage before us called life???

Though its a man’s world, its our own stage as well. We’ve got a pretty good opportunity to make our own voices heard. Our journey is ours to select and ours to engage in. Its up to us and no one else to decide our paths and where they lead us. We are who we are and we have to BE! Nothing good comes easy they say, but with determination anything is possible and just as actors do when a play comes to an end, if we persevere till the end, we would be very proud to take that final bow before the curtains of life fall.

XOXO

With Sugary Love…

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BEAUTY: The Curse

Hey guys! Its SugaRush!

Today we premiere; BEAUTY: The Trilogy

This is the first post of the 3part series. The second post in this trilogy would come on FRIDAY

Without further ado, I present to you:

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BEAUTY: The Curse

Written by: @bettybakins

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I sat on the stool in front of my full length mirror, my hand on my cheek. I stared at my face. I had just come out of the shower, I had an appointment to keep, but I sat facing the mirror and stared deep at my face, and I felt empty, I felt worthless.

I was angry, my conscience judged me, I didn’t have inner peace and I wondered for how long. How long ….how long will I continue to be this way? How long will I do this?
My memories mixed with the pain I felt made me angry.
I searched for solace…none. No one to tell my problems, no one to share my burdens with, no families, no real friends, nothing that brings me joy.

I thought to myself “Is this life?”
I smirked at my self, my inner calmness answered me “Yes! The life you choose for yourself”.

I remembered that night, 3 years ago, I went to a party and came home late, I saw my mum sitting there and waiting for me. I didn’t know what to do, to turn back or just face my mum, I was outside for almost 5mins before I decided to finally enter given that there was no where to go.
I entered, and pretending like I didn’t see my mum and went for my room.

I heard my mum shuffle on her seat “Tobi get back here!” She shouted

I jumped and reluctantly turned back and smiled, “Oh! mummy I didn’t see you”

My mum stood up swiftly and in a flash, she slapped me,
“So you still have the guts to lie to me ehn”
“Tell me, you this useless child, where have you been?!”
“And what in heaven’s name are you wearing?!” She spat at me in disgust.

I looked down and didn’t answer her. She slapped me the second time, as if she was trying to hit her questions into my ears. Before long, her inner karate and ninja self came on, the mortal combat began. I ran out of the house and I never came back…3years ago.

Beyounce’s voice singing, “I was here” interrupted my thoughts. I looked around, it was my phone ringing. I checked and it was my darling for the night, I sighed and answered the call

“Yes baby, how are you?”
“Yes, I’m fine darling”
“I’d be there in a bit”
“Yes alright, bye take care”
I hung up, and got into the business of making up.

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I looked at my face again, and smiled. One word to describe me, “Beautiful”.

I was ready by 12. I picked my car key and  drove out. I was somewhere around VI when a traffic light stopped me, while waiting , I turned and looked at the lady in the car on my left side.

I’d describe her as beautiful.
I looked at her again and looked at me, I imagined her life like mine. When I was 10, I realized that my beauty was my downfall. My lesson teacher put me on his laps, and began roaming his fingers into the places I now use frequently. All through this confusing, interesting yet scary experience he kept saying “You are too fine, I can’t help it” as if he was trying to give a logical explanation for his actions.
Not so long after, my uncle did the same thing, he too consoled me by saying, “You are a beautiful girl”.

Men of all ages, wanted to please me, they wanted to make me happy, wanted to be seen with me. It was like my presence around gave them an extra edge against the society.

By 15, I began to use my gift to my advantage, getting what ever I wanted. And I haven’t looked back.

I am a slave. I’ve been a slave, a slave to my beauty, a slave to my body, I’ve practically worshiped my self, my face because I know  when I smile the toughest of mankind melts. My beauty is my weapon. I fit into many social circles that are not for me. Men and women worship me, my word is law.

Is the fault mine or the society that chose to just value me based on no other standard? Would it have been a lot easier, if I wasn’t cursed with this? Would I have made better choices, if I was plain?

I drove into the hotel, I had a million dollar deal to sign. As I got down, my phone beeped, a text message;

“Baby, I’m waiting for you”

I quickly brought out my make up bag and re-touched my make up. I paused for a while and looked at my self, so beautiful on the outside yet so ugly on the inside, flawless on the outside and so much flaws on the inside.
My beauty is my plague. I felt a tear drop.
Its not my fault, its my makers fault.

I clenched my fist in firm resolve,
I walked into the hotel, to see my darling for the night, Alhaji.

With Sugary Love…

BITCH OR MISUNDERSTOOD???

Hey Y’all, its Teebabsy!!!

*dodges all items being thrown at me*

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I know you guys are pretty upset with us but we are here to make it up to you. We are sorry for the leave of absence! We are back now!

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It seems like this strike is going to be on longer than expected but let’s keep our fingers crossed!!

As for me, I’m getting as much sleep as I can and eating well too!! In the meantime, y’all should get ready for a swell time here! You know how we do it!!

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We have sizzling new posts for y’all to keep you entertained! So fasten your belts and enjoy the ride! Y’all should anticipate next week Wednesday:

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Beauty: The Trilogy
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Anticipate also on the 7th of August:

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Sexting: The conversation
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Today’s post has to do with stereotypes! There’s much to do about stereotyping others!! So many people have views and opinions about others; the way the dress or even how they live their lives! Some derive their conclusions from irrelevant premises and sometimes their own intuitions! But we never know words uttered make or mar a person! So I’d just say let’s pause to think before we make hasty conclusions about anyone. Remember things aren’t always as they appear to be!!

Without further ado,I present to u:

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Bitch or Misundestood
By: @bibykimz
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You know that feeling when you feel self righteous with urself? So much so that u believe that a handshake from a boy would stain ur righteousness!!! That was how I felt! But trust me that was a long tym ago!!!!                             

You know what they say about power??? That total power corrupts absolutely, that shud be likened to freedom. Total freedom corrupts absolutely!!! I embarked on dis adult journey in the university, so in authority I felt but still I remained dat lil girl.

Buh in dat world I let only one boy in… The boy I shared everything with, d one who did d honour of making me a woman by breaking my seal!!! We were together for almost 2yrs!!! Along the line I lost it, I lost that thing that made me sane..He made me lose it.How z it dat u give a boy errtin,,, n at d end u realize that it was not only ur lips he kissed, it was not only your pussy z dick hit, it was not only u he said doz sweet words too,., perhaps he probably didn’t mean it. As a woman advocate, I wanted to stop that ideology, that very one that made it acceptable for men to ‘dog’ (bitch) around but then I didnt realize it wasn’t my battle to fight!!! I cud never win it… Like my friends wud say, it’s a man’ world!                                 

After making so much promises to myself, so much promises of how I would never release myself again to dis demons, I found myself parading around with another shortly after. Should I den conclude that guys are the unavoidable demons, the demons we can’t do without???

Oh well, another nigga, same game but a different strategy!!!  On n on n on it went, but we all know that Errtin wit a beginning surely az an end.  N u let go with a zig zagged heart! But dey dnt no wat u’v bin thru, dey stay at a corner judging, reading meter for your pussy, making up stories about u n dats it, d wind gt  it spreading!!!! I wonder how they do it, how they tink dey gt all figured out when we’ve not said more than wassap/hi Bfor????  

But then if I let der stories tie me down, wouldn’t I be stagnant??? So, I jst brushed it off like it was nothing! Tried getting alil crazy so d heart won’t get involved! But u see d heart z a sly nigga!! Bitch betrayed me, turned the wheels of a freestyle relationship n started adding flavours of love! The only question I have for the fragile lil bitch is,,, why bother yourself When u know u r so sensitive, so fragile, why venture into something dat would get u bleeding???? But u can’t answer, the best u can do is leave me pains, foster tears n leave me miserable with curse at the tip of my lips!!!!

But the crowd dnt see this, they see a Girl at her prime misusing opportunities n as they would say, uselessing herself… The word bitch would be pronounced at ease!!! But they dnt know doz days when tears have mixed with your glass of water, they dnt know doz days u walk on d solitary road talking to urself, trying to let go of the Hurt.

Dey dnt av d slightest ideas how impossible it az bin for u to eat like u used to, to laugh like u used. So they stand or sit in congregation n count the amount of niggaz u’v bin with, how u’v jumped from one to one… When all it is really is the desperate search for love, the thirsty search for someone to call ur own, someone that’s actually going to be worth the tears cuz der would surely be some!!!!! So go on, call me a bitch. NO, dnt take it back. Words they say are like eggs, so it’s broken already!!!!

XOXO

With Sugary Love……

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BEAUTY: The Trilogy – Prologue

Good day y’al! Its SugaRush 🙂

Finally! We are ready for BEAUTY: The Trilogy. This promises to be the finest trilogy ever on this blog.

The writers of this trilogy are:

1. Kainene Nwaobasi: @Lady_Aivory_ is a Human Nutrition student in the University of Ibadan. She is a beauty to behold, a wonderful writer and a proper young lady.

2. Bidemi Bakinde: @bettybhakins is an Accounting Student, in Babcock University. She is a gorgeous young lady, a great friend and an amazing mind

3. Funmi Adeleke @fajphummie1 is a student at University of Maryland, Baltimore County. She is a model, a writer with so much depth and a deep thinker.

4. Mercy Emmanuel: @MercySuga_Rush….I am She.

There you have the Ladies that would guide you through the trilogy! Below are there pictures, feel free to download them and use it to publicize the Trilogy!

The Trilogy starts on Wednesday!

Without further ado, I present:

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The Prologue
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Your eyes have the lustre of the stars
Your lips the redness of a rose
Your hair is soft velvet

Your smile speaks of all the untold happiness that the world is void of,
Your voice; ultrasonic and gives goosebumps

Your smile pauses eternity for a moment
Your body, proud of all its achievements, shows itself off
You could go for a Queen of the Nile
You could be mistaken for royalty

You’re not perfect
But I am oblivious of your flaws
You have become my beauty

Written by: Jamal

BEAUTY – The Trilogy: Prologue

SugaRush

SugaRush

Good day y’al! Its SugaRush 🙂

Finally! We are ready for BEAUTY: The Trilogy. This promises to be the finest trilogy ever on this blog.

The writers of this trilogy are:

1. Kainene Nwaobasi: @Lady_Aivory_ is a Human Nutrition student in the University of Ibadan. She is a beauty to behold, a wonderful writer and a proper young lady.

2. Bidemi Bakinde: @bettybhakins is an Accounting Student, in Babcock University. She is a gorgeous young lady, a great friend and an amazing mind

3. Funmi Adeleke @fajphummie1 is a student at University of Maryland, Baltimore County. She is a model, a writer with so much depth and a deep thinker.

4. Mercy Emmanuel: @MercySuga_Rush….I am She.

There you have the Ladies that would guide you through the trilogy! Below are there pictures, feel free to download them and use it to publicize the Trilogy!

The Trilogy starts on Wednesday!

Without further ado, I present:

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The Prologue
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Your eyes have the lustre of the stars
Your lips the redness of a rose
Your hair is soft velvet

Your smile speaks of all the untold happiness that the world is void of,
Your voice; ultrasonic and gives goosebumps

Your smile pauses eternity for a moment
Your body, proud of all its achievements, shows itself off
You could go for a Queen of the Nile
You could be mistaken for royalty

You’re not perfect
But I am oblivious of your flaws
You have become my beauty

Written by: Jamal

Kainene

Kainene

Bidemi

Bidemi

Funmi

Funmi

With Sugary Love

R.I.P.-Return If Possible

Hey y’all,

Its Teebabsy!! 😀

Have you heard???

There’s ASUU strike!!

*sighs*

I dunno if I’m to be happy or sad, but oh well *shrugs* in the meantime I plan on writing, relaxing, sleeping and adding a little flesh to my collarbones(they would soon compete with tooth picks) *sobs*

Lazy you might call me, but its been quite hectic for me in recent times so I plan on flexing all the way. 😀

The awesome news is that we’d keep y’all sooo occupied with sizzling new posts!Trust Teebabsy and Sugarush!No dull moments with us.

Without Further Ado, I present to you;

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R.I.P.-Return If Possible
Written by: @teebabsy
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There he is in the midst of his friends, all dressed up in his denim shorts, red tee-shirt and red converse shoes to match!He looks more handsome than I’d ever seen him. Our eyes meet and then we both look away!I’m going to walk past him and I hope secretly, that he talks to me today. Its been 6 months since he broke up with me but it seems like its been forever. I don’t even understand how everything ended in a split second!All I know is one minute, he’s in love and the next minute, he’s fallen out of love with me. I walk past and I can hear their muffled laughter!I can’t hold back the tears, I run down the school halls to the bathroom and I cry my eyes out. He used to be an important part of my life. The one I gave it “all” to but I guess to him, I was just another hurdle to cross. The school bell rings and I hurriedly clean my eyes, with a smile plastered on ma face, I step out of the bathroom!No one can understand the hurt I feel inside. How do I make it go away??

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Tola’s running into the hallway, the bright lights almost blind her and the numerous people distract her for a while. Her heart is racing very fast and She keeps praying. Her mom is being rushed into the hospital this morning. She remembers her reaction when the doctor told them she had Cancer and had only a few years to live. Those words tugged at her chest. She prayed for the strength to endure but no one prepared her for how hard it would be; the constant hospital visits, the throwing up, the constipation, the frail body and the very weak bones. Its been a year since then and there she was watching as her mom was being taken into the Emergency room. They are told to wait outside and She clings on to her daddy’s left arm. The doors shut right in their faces and then she begins to pray. She prays with every ounce of strength in her. In that room lies her mother, her friend and confidant. The tears begin to rush much faster than she can hold them in. Hours later, the doctor walks out and he says the unimaginable “I’m sorry we lost her” she staggers backwards, there’s a numbness within her. She holds on to her chest, it feels like her heart has been ripped out, she tightens her grip to be certain her heart’s still there. She looks to her dad and for the first time since she can remember,he is crying!!!He barges into the room and then she sees her lying still as the sunlight reflects on her skin, she looks more beautiful than ever. She recalls how strong, wonderful and amazing she had been. He holds her hand and together they step out of the hospital, ready to face a world without the most crucial person in their lives. How do they begin the journey?

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On sunday afternoons after church, we used to play hide and seek in the garden behind my house. We would play different games and then head up to the main house for lunch, whatever my mother had prepared. We were the best of friends, we knew each other’s secrets and deepest of desires. We were so happy when we got admitted into the same university!”Best friends forever”, we chanted, we couldn’t have been more wrong. It seems like centuries have passed since then. Its funny how people who once meant a lot to you, become total strangers. Now we don’t even say the occasional “hello” or “hi” anymore. I get nothing more than a glance, if I’m lucky, two glances and then she looks away. The visits ended a long time ago. she doesn’t even remember my birthday. She doesn’t seem to be affected by the change. Its almost as if I never existed or it seems like I’m dead to her. I can’t even remember what it was we fought about or even if there was any fight of the sort but I know I lost my best friend and it hurts a lot. She’s been there for me for as long as I can remember. Which other person could ease the hurt???

In life, we all come to a point where we have to deal with loss, rejection and pain. Most times we wish we could return those feelings if it were possible. We often believe nobody would ever understand what it feels like. We carry a lot of pain, anger and frustration and the hurt is almost unbearable. Its hard to lose someone or be cast away by the one you care about, its difficult being “The Rejected” but what makes us strong Is our will to rise against all odds, our determination to move on and only be grateful for the things we have been blessed with. Its that determination and hope or would I say faith that things would get better that makes all the difference. For those of us hurting or dealing with issues, those of us that don’t want to trust again or just open up anymore, I round up saying Cast away your fears and behind it you will only find courage.

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