Mists and Melodies: Episode 3 – Story of fury

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Tony opened the sun roof of his car. He was in a great mood. The kind of mood that makes you just want to enjoy nature and its view. Apart from the massive erection he had, the night was going perfectly. Everything has worked according to plan. His upper lip cricked as he let out his satisfied smile. It had taken a great deal of courage to leave her like that. Her body was breathtaking, if he wasn’t on this schedule, he could imagine how many rounds they would have gone.

A frown crept up on his face, this boner wont just go away easily. He might as well find how to relieve himself.  Tony, reached his hand to the pigeon hole to get his phone, then he felt it. Moving his car to the side of the road, he looked down to be sure of what he had felt. Her key.
Shit! Not tonight. He hit the steering wheel in frustration. How the hell did she forget her keys in his car? He cursed under his breath. Making a U turn, he smiled, He might as well indulge himself a little.

I sat on the front steps of my apartment. MTN had thought it wise to join in the annoying charade. I had tried calling him a million times, all to no avail.
“I believe these belong to you”, Tony said at my elbow, his voice still soft and polite, a direct contrast to how I felt.
I turned around and snatched the keys from his hand, jamming them into the lock and twisting violently.
“Thanks are in order, aren’t they?”
I ignored him and continued trying to open the door. It didn’t help that my hands were full, and so it took some time for me to open both the lock and the padlock across the door.

“I’m sorry”, Tony said, coming up behind me and placing his hand on my shoulders. I stiffened at his touch. He may have noticed it, because he took his hands away.
“I’m sorry”, he said again.
“Listen, you bastard, I meant what I said when I said I never wanted to see you again. Kindly get lost.”
“Please accept my apology, and then I’ll leave”, he said.
“I don’t care what you feel. Get the fuck out of my life and never come back again.” I paused in the doorway, part in, part out of the apartment. “You bloody son of a bitch. Go fuck yourself.”
Tony’s eyes narrowed. “What did you say?”
“I said you should go fuck yourself, and I meant it too.”
“No, before that. I believe you called me a son of a bitch”
“Yes I did. What are you going to do about that?”
“Nobody calls me a son of a bitch. That’s an insult to my mother”, he said, his voice dangerously clipped.
“Well I did, and I damn well meant that too. In fact I’ll say it again. You’re a bloody son of a…”

I didn’t see his hand moving until it connected with my face. The world exploded in bright reds, blacks and whites, and a ringing started in my ears, increasing until it was the pitch and frequency of a train whistle. The pain was a few milliseconds behind, and when it arrived, it came with the force of an out-of-control vehicle, overwhelming my nerve fibres completely. All these happened in about half a second. In the next half-second, I was screaming and going for his throat, as instinct and my previous life as a tomboy combined to drive my actions. I swung wildly with both my bag and my free hand, and connected with both. My nails caught him on his neck just below the chin, and my bag impacted near his eye. I grunted in satisfaction as his eyes watered and blood rose to the surface of the scratches on his neck, but my happiness was short-lived.

Grabbing a handful of my hair, Tony shoved me into the apartment and kicked the door closed behind him, locking it one-handed and pocketing the key. I screamed in pain, but his only response was to shove me against the wall and deliver another slap to my face.
“You cunt. Look at my face” he screamed.

I twisted away and aimed a knee at his groin. It connected solidly, and Tony let go of me, sinking to his knees and holding his wounded privates. I took advantage of his incapacitation and ran to the kitchen both to put as much distance between us as possible and to see if I could get a weapon. Tony was still groaning as my hands closed around a chopping board and a knife. I was panting and out of breath with my head still ringing from the slaps, but I grabbed them and turned back toward the living area and Tony. I wasn’t looking where I was going, so focused was I on Tony, and I couldn’t break my fall when the heel of my sandal caught in the carpet. I felt a sharp, short pain as my head struck the arm of the chair, and then a deep darkness covered me as I passed out.

Something was being poured on my face, valuable raindrops bringing me back to consciousness. I sat up groggily, my neck head still aching from the fall and the slaps. As I focused my eyes on Bimpe, my flatmate,  everything came rushing back to me, and the hate that came over me was so powerful that I almost didn’t notice I was naked. Bimpe smirked at me as I tried to cover my nakedness with my hands.

“Babe, wetin you drink?, and what in gods name happened here?”, Bimpe asked, looking suspiciously around the scattered living room.

“Fuck! The bastard. That bastard! He did this to me?”, I said, looking at my naked body,  half accusing and half asking.
” I met you like this, reeking of alcohol. Which bastard are you talking about? Tina, oya start talking”, Bimpe pulled a stool closer and sat, with that look that said, ” This better be good”.

I scrambled for my bag, ransacking it for my phone and speedily called Tony.

Tony picked at the first ring,

“Missing me already?”, he said in a condesending tone.
“You filthy bastard! What did fuck did you do to me?”, I yelled into the phone unable to contain my anger
“Calm down tiger, I only did the things you were begging me to do to you, remember?”, He muffled a laugh as he spoke
“What the fuck? Are you mad? I swear to God I will fuck you up in this school, I will reduce you to the barest minimum, I will…”, I screamed at the top of my voice, my body visibly shaking.

Bimpe jumped up and held me to calm me down. She collected the phone from me and spoke to Tony.
” Hello, this is Bimpe on the line, who the fuck are you?”
“Hello Superhero, check the fucking caller ID and stop asking me dumb questions,” He hissed
“Fool, what do you want?”, Bimpe spat in irritation.
“Since you have turned yourself to mouth piece, you might as well pass this message across to Tina”, 

Tony began,

“On this phone and freshly uploaded on my Dropbox account are more pictures of her naked than there are patterns on your carpet. I got her from every angle, and there are more than enough of her with her face showing to ruin her in this school for good. If you think I’m bluffing, I suggest you check her Twitter profile header.”

“What do you mea…”

“Shut the fuck up and listen to me. I never want to talk to either of you again. I would have preferred not to even see you at all, but this school is too small for that. I’ll manage not talking to you. The day she as much as nods at me, be prepared to see her nudes on every notice board in school in full colour. I doubt she ever will be able to live that down”.

“Please, Tony. Don’t do this. We’l do whatever you want.” Bimpe’s face went pale as she spoke. My heart was beating different drum processions

“Of course you will. I have 35 pictures and 2 videos here that say y’al will”, he said, sardonically. “So, do we have a deal or is she ready to trend on Twitter?”
“Do I have a choice?’
“No, you don’t. It was nice doing business with you. And also tell her that although I suffered bodily harm. I’m not sure if my penis still works, but as I look forward to wanking to her nudes, I will know soon enough. Aurevoir”, he said cheerfully, and ended the call.

Bimpe mechanically sat down on the sofa, looked me square in the eye
“Tina, we have a problem. Call Ada now”


Mists and Melodies: Episode 2

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Episode 2: Played at your own game.

Davidos ‘Skelewu’ was playing softly from the speakers and we were gently, if absent-mindedly swaying to the music. Tony had suggested coming here on our way back from the movies, and I had to admit he had great taste in bars. Even better than his taste in bars was this bar’s taste in bar men. This one had provided us a steady stream of liquid refreshment, and considering the rush of happy hour, I was impressed by his attention to detail and prompt service.

Tony glanced at me over the top of his glass, and I smiled back. My hunches were correct. Beneath the shy exterior, there was a very interesting man. His practical jokes and quick wit had kept me laughing over the last few weeks, and he was very good, head-turning company. The only problem I had with him was his shyness, and in spite of all my barely concealed signals, he had refused to take the hint. It was going to end soon.

The light from behind the bar fell on both our faces, bathing us in its pale glow. I had to play this just right. I looked at Tony slyly, my face not showing any trace of the plans I was making.
“So”, I said, coolly taking a sip of my vodka and lime, “how many drinks would it take you to leave with me?”
We were sitting at one of those old fashioned bars, the ones with the high bar stools and Formica bar top. He almost fell from his stool at my question. He shot his hand out for balance, almost upsetting his drink. I looked at him, unperturbed.
“I’m serious. How many drinks would it take you to leave with me? I have all day”
“Hey!! That’s my line. I should be saying that”
“Well, you certainly took long enough. Now I am saying it. Sorry”
“Are you going to answer or not?”
Tony looked me over carefully, warily. “Are you drunk?”
“Answer my question”

Tony looked at his watch and jumped down from his stool. “Come on. It’s getting late. Let’s get you home”
He helped me down from my stool and I staggered a little on my high heeled slippers. I had to admit that I was getting a little tipsy, and I would have fallen if Tony hadn’t thrown his hands around me and caught me. As he rummaged around in his pocket to pay the bar man, I pressed myself against him, flattening my full 34D cup breasts against his chest and side. I was rewarded with a deep, throaty groan, and I could see the beginnings of an erection through his trousers. I smiled. This night was going to be a long night for him.

We walked out together, his rock-steady hand round my back supporting my staggering frame, and we got into his car in the darkened car park. As he reached for his seat belt, I shot a hand out onto his crotch, leaning across to whisper hotly in his ear.
“You still haven’t answered my question”

His erection rapidly increased beneath my hand, his throbbing dick threatening to burst through the material of his jeans. His breath caught as he tried to look away, tried to avoid eye contact with me. He wasn’t successful.
I slowly, deliberately undid the top 3 buttons of my shirt, presenting him a view of black, lacy bra and round, full breasts. I climbed over the gearshift and sat on his laps, a position made uncomfortable by the confined space of the car. My gown hitched up my thighs and his eyes ran up my legs, coming to rest at a point just below my panties where it stopped.

“I know you want to fuck me. I can see it in your eyes, clear as day. Why don’t you admit it?” I asked, whispering huskily into his ear.
He gulped heavily but remained silent.
“Go ahead, admit….”

My sentence was swallowed by his mouth as it closed around mine. All my thinking was cut off as his bottom lip parted mine and his beard slowly, pleasurably teased my face. I kissed him back slowly, enjoying the softness of his lips on mine. He was a really good kisser, and I felt myself melting under his touch as his tongue danced around with mine and explored my mouth. His kiss became hungrier, demanding, and his hands began exploring my body, going from my neck to just under my bra. My heart raced wildly, propelled by the contrast between the softness of his lips and the slight calluses on his hand as he gently liberated my heavy, full breasts from my bra and cupped them in his palm. I gasped and my nipples hardened instantly, and I arched my back and groaned as he caressed each nipple with a thumb, his mouth still teasing mine.

He continued tracing his slow rhythmic circles on my breasts, and I felt myself about to burst. I was stunned at how quickly he had transformed from shy gentleman to master of the Kamasutra. I groaned again, and suddenly he took his mouth off from mine.
“Shhhh. Don’t say anything. Let me handle this”, he said, as he took a nipple in his mouth.

My brain was throwing off fireworks as his tongue flicked up and down over my nipples and areola. A tingle ran up my spine, and I groaned in pleasurable anguish. This was torture of the good and wonderful type, and I bit down on my lips to keep from screaming. Tony shifted his mouth to the second nipple and bit down softly, simultaneously licking and sucking with his tongue. The combination of pain and pleasure was too much, and the fireworks in my head grew to become a violent explosion. I shuddered in ecstasy as he continued his ministrations on the altar of my breasts. Somehow, I was conscious of him sliding one hand up my skirt and shifting my panties to the side.
“I see you are wet”

He returned his mouth to my nipples and slowly, patiently began to do what he was doing on my nipples down under. His fingers deftly removed my panties and began to trace a pattern through the wetness of my exposed hotspot. He suddenly lifted me off his laps and into the passenger’s seat, placing my leg such that I faced him in all my naked glory. He shifted his mouth to my vagina and began teasing it with his lips and tongue. His gentle bites, yanks and kisses shattered my fragile control. I screamed as a powerful orgasm ripped through the fabric of my body, my flailing leg narrowly avoiding his head.

Tony continued teasing me, his mouth now joined by his fingers. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please, take me”, I groaned in a frantic whisper.
“I thought I told you not to say a word”, he replied, his voice muffled, and his lips making no move to stop.

He slid two fingers into me, and I jerked reflexively, my pussy gratefully accepting them. Slowly at first and then more rapidly, he began to finger me, his strokes alternatively deep and shallow.
Suddenly, without any sign, he stood up and raised his head from me, his eyes holding a mischievous twinkle. I felt liquid, anticipatory fire in my belly as his hand went to his jeans. Without a word, he picked up his car keys from where they had fallen on the seat and started the engine, his eyes laughing at my confusion.
“What are you doing?” is asked, my mind trying to process his actions.
“I told you not to talk. This is your punishment for talking”.

My heart beat a crazy tattoo as I tried to process his words. Surely he was not going to leave me this way after leading me up the plateau of ecstasy.
“Please”, I groaned. “Don’t do this to me”

He laughed slowly as he engaged the car in gear and reversed slowly from his slot, his eyes still twinkling. “You’ve been a bad girl. You’re gonna learn today”
My lips pressed together in anger as I realized he was serious. I swung my feet and sat upright in the passenger seat, looking at him with barely concealed rage.
“You bastard! Take me home”, I said angrily.
“My place or yours?” he asked, the effects of the slap barely showing on his face.
I looked at him with eyes that could melt metal. “Take me home. Where the fuck do you think is home?”
He swung onto the road, his eyes still tingling in amusement. I sat smouldering with my arms across my chest in the passenger seat, itching to lean over and strangle him. The bastard.

The nerve of him! My anger was barely under control when he pulled up at the door of my apartment. I stuffed my panties into my clutch purse and jammed my into my sandals, doing my best to smooth down my skirt and hair before opening the door.
“So”, he said, making no move to get up,”bye”
“Bye. I was serious back there”
My mouth opened in shock as I realized he wasn’t just teasing. “You’re a bastard and a fucking tease, and I hope never to see you again”
“Fucking tease? Is pun intended?”
“Fuck you”
He held on to my arm as I made to open the door. “You know, I never answered your question”.
I shot him daggers with my eyes and yanked my arm from his grip. I pushed the door open and stood shivering in the night air as I leaned in to him.
“Don’t ever call me again. I hate you”
“Is that you talking or just the embarrassment?”
“Ugggh”, I said, as I slammed the door and walked off in high fury to my house as he drove off behind me.

Embarrassment threatened to kill me. The idiot. Taking me for a ride and leaving me hanging. I increased my pace. I needed to get into my house and cry my tears of shame.
I rummaged in my purse for my keys, my anger mounting as I discovered they weren’t in the purse. I kicked the door angrily. They must have fallen off when I stuffed my panties into the purse in Tony’s car.
The night just couldn’t get any worse.


Hey Guys! Its SugaRush and Teebabsy 😀

So, we were gisting one morning, one thing led to another and to the realisation that we ALWAYS Understand.

You might not understand what we are saying but soon, you would join the wagon of TEAM UNDERSTANDING.
Why do we understand? What do we understand? You might ask, why did God make us understanding beings?

We understand a lot, we understand things that are BEYOND human understanding.

As a female, its your core duty to UNDERSTAND. You understand so much that even before he comes up with his stupid excuses, you have already helped him to understand.

You understand the words he cannot say. You understand the unexplained. You are the epitome of understanding. It would almost be possible to swap your name with understanding in a sentence and it would still make perfect sense.

Your boyfriend, on valentine’s day, tells you that he is travelling to Lagos, which is about 1500km away from your school. But through some miracle, you see him at your school’s car wash, with another chic in the car, sitting on your own front seat.

But you UNDERSTAND that there was probably too much dust on Lagos – Ibadan express way that he had to turn back from the highway, pass through every other car wash, all the way to the car wash in your school, because of course, their own washing skills is quality. Quality over anything right?

And the chic was definitely not human, it was just a mannequin.

You as a female UNDERSTAND this.

Your “boyfriend”, wait, he actually is not yours. You know this. You know that he has a real girlfriend of 3 years. But you understand that he has to cheat on her with you because he “loves” you and its complicated.

Although, he only seems to call you when he is horny and wants some, you UNDERSTAND that he “loves” you, and cannot untangle the complication, because his hands are tied.

You as a female UNDERSTAND this.

Its your birthday, and he uses another girl’s picture as his dp with the pm, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY LOVE”.

You understand that the pm is definitely for you, but the network did not allow the dp change, in fact you go even further to understand that she might be far away and he cant see her, or call her, or even ping her privately to tell her happy birthday, that the pm and dp was the fastest means to communicate it to her.

As for your own birthday wishes, you UNDERSTAND that he has said it in his heart and that’s all that matters. Its the thought that counts right??

You as a female UNDERSTAND this.

So, you open your Instagram page, lovingly scrolling through your boyfriend’s time line and something catches your eye. Behold, a picture of your boyfriend with another girl, with the caption “HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY, LOVE#LoveisSweet #TrueLove #MyOneandOnly #AmazingOneYear #TogetherForever

You UNDERSTAND that your boyfriend made the following mistakes:

1. He forgot that your anniversary is in 6 months when you would be 2YEARS not one.
2. The girl in the picture is definitely you, but the photoshop and filters he used changed your face.
3. That the hashtags mean nothing. Its just for instagram
4. That the whole post is a prank. We are probably in April. Oh no, wait….we are in February

You as a female UNDERSTAND this.

Your boyfriend claims to have sprained his ankle, and has severe pelvic pain. In fact, he insists that he’s bedridden , he cant even move an inch. Suddenly, you are passing in front of his place and then you witness one of the many miracles of God, a miracle that should be included in the bible for all to see.

You find your boyfriend miraculously on his feet. Not staggering, nor limping, nor holding anything for support, upright! Standing, talking to another girl. You see this, understanding that this must be an apparition.

You walk away, go to the ATM queue for about an hour, withdraw, go and buy food. Then you decide to pass his place again, in other to convince yourself that it was only an apparition.

But to your surprise, he is not only able to stand, he walks hand in hand with his fair maiden to a place where they eventually sit.

Can somebody shout HALLELUYAH?!!! You being a good christian sister, ask him how the miracle happened. He explains and you UNDERSTAND that:

a. The Lord works in MYSTERIOUS ways
b. The girl is definitely the messenger of good health
c. She came to collect a book which took one hour and more because he was giving her the book page by page.
d. Well, you were right, it was an apparition.

You as a female UNDERSTAND this.

You know as God is called EL- Shaddai, El-lohim etc. Females should be called EL – UNDERSTANDING.

This might be funny to you all, but these things actually happen. If you are a female reading this, I’m certain that you UNDERSTAND.

But if you haven’t gotten to the point where you understand, WAIT! You will soon find the boy that would make you UNDERSTAND.

Teebabsy and I have accepted our fate as UNDERSTANDING. If you are for #TEAMUNDERSTANDING raise your pom-poms in the air and waive em like you just don’t care.

TEAM UNDERSTANDING, lemme see y’all drop your comments. 🙂

I think I have a boyfriend

Yo!! Its Teebabsy


Its been a great week right???


Yes I’m gonna say it; Happy Valentine’s day y’all!!


Have fun!!

We all can relate to the fact that Love Is hard especially this 21st century love with its rules and expectations. Its hard to know who truly cares or not.

I mean, we all don’t wanna put our heart out on a platter for someone and then find out that they really didn’t give a hoot.

That could sting like a bee. But the truth is one can never know, you just have to risk getting hurt to find love.

You don’t wanna end up old and alone in some depressing apartment.

One thing I know is love, though not always smooth, is beautiful when you’re with the right person(trust me I know)


So don’t go through life shutting out love, live it up, laugh a lot, fall in love sooo hard and make memories.

Life’s like an ice cream, enjoy it before it melts.

On this note, I present to you;


I think I have a boyfriend

By: @teebabsy


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I think I have a girlfriend

By: @baron_bamzie


Scrolling through my phone


My name is Adeola,
And I think I have a boyfriend…

He’s the ideal kind of guy, the one in those romance novels we all fawn over; Tall, dark, handsome final year student and I’m the second year cute class geek.
He’s hot, popular and cool, some of the many things I’m told I’m not.

That he could even walk up to me was appalling not to talk of starting up a convo with me.

It began with a “hi pretty”. I had to look twice to be certain it was me, “did he really just call me pretty???” I could feel butterflies in my tummy.

The hello’s led to texts, then calls, gifts came next, and before I knew it, we were having drinks, cuddling and then we finally kissed…

I could feel my legs give way, my head was spinning, I was on cloud nine. The hot boy settles for a “loser like me”

He’s almost perfect, he’s shown me sides to him I never knew existed and I’ve fallen head over heels for him.

I’m definitely in love…

There’s just one problem…

Does he feel the same way???

I don’t really know if he’s fallen for me too or I’m just the girl before the next. We’ve been on for six months, and its been good; really good maybe even great.

But once bitten, twice shy. My Ex had been this perfect too but it had all been one big fat display of false emotion just to get in between my thighs.

He has never really defined what we have. I want something more and he says he wants that too.

I’m just not sure.

This feeling called love isn’t as cracked up as it seems in the movies. I mean, boy likes girl, girl likes boy and they both live happily ever after.

C’est fini (The end)

No one prepared us for all these unanswered questions and the fact that love is a choice.

If I go ahead to ask him, I don’t want to appear as the clingy girl in the desperate search for someone to call her own.

So I push these doubts to the corners of my mind fooling him with the tough facade, but the nagging thoughts keep resurfacing.

I’m done reading his vals day text and I think I’m going to reply. I don’t know what to say yet but I’d definitely send him something nice.

He might have something sweet and romantic planned for today…

But the doubts envelope me again, the text might have just been for show without any real meaning or thought to it.

My Brain’s trying to over ride my heart as usual. Its an epic tussle for superiority and I know not which would win.

He’s all I want and need, if only I knew what he truly felt…

My name is Adeola
And my head and heart are in conflict

But on this day for lovers,

I think I have a boyfriend.


With Sugary love


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Mists and Melodies: Episode 1

Hey Guys! Its SugaRush 😁. I promised you that there would be a new series. We have been working tirelessly to put this amazing series together and We do hope that you enjoy it.
This series was put together by:
@MercySuga_Rush and @ToluBablo, he blogs at Rancho’s blog. You should check it out! 😊
Welcome to Mists and Melodies.
Episode 1: The Chase

The beautiful woman seated across the room from me looked up suddenly and gave a knowing smile, her even ivory teeth contrasting beautifully with the slightly darker tone of her face and accentuated by the shocking red lipstick she wore. My face flushed, and I looked down hastily to cover my embarrassment. Yet again, she had caught me staring. I fiddled with some books, taking care not to look in her general direction until the embarrassment I felt passed away. I felt stupid every time she caught me, but still I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her. I remained head down, face burning, even when loud applause and shuffling feet signaled the end of the meeting. A shadow fell across me, and reluctantly I raised my face to meet her smiling face…

This meeting is going crazy. I have sat through more than my fair share of mind-numbing and annoying meetings, but this one certainly ranks near the top of the list. Congresses were always the worst, especially when a big program is just 10 days away. After my presentation as the head of the planning committee, I had thrown the floor open to the other members of the executive council and legislative body to table their ideas, and while at the time it seemed like a smart thing to do, allowing members to criticize and comment on the proposal that our hired consultant had presented, it quickly degenerated into a shouted, heated argument. I gave up trying to control them and walked to my seat, leaving the meeting in the hands of the president. He was, after all, the head of the executive body.

I was doodling in my sketch pad when I felt eyes on me. Somewhere in my subconscious, I knew someone was looking at me. I raised my head slowly, unobtrusively, and saw his reflection in the screen beside me. He was staring quite openly at me. I whipped around and caught his eyes on me. I chuckled. He was a cute one, this starrer. His eyes sparkled behind a thick pair of glasses, and his face was framed by a luxuriant beard. I had always been a sucker for beards, and this one was almost making me drool. I rubbed my fingers. He was delicious, this one.

He caught me watching him and looked away. I chuckled softly. He was a shy one, this one. I would have to do this myself. I was not about to allow the small matter of correct social protocol detract me from meeting this gorgeous hunk. I’m a firm believer in gender equality: if the attraction is mutual and he doesn’t make the first move; make it, social convention be damned. Life is too short to keep waiting for guys to make the first move all the time. That’s how old hags are created: they wait for the men they admire to make the first move while other younger, faster girls charm their ways into the men’s admiration.

I did not get to where I am now by being a ‘slacker’. All I’ve achieved in life is as a result of being proactive and forceful. Of course my beauty helped, as did my invention and creativity, but for the most part, it was me taking charge of my life. Once when my single mother started vomiting blood, I carried her to the hospital in the dead of the night and created a scene until the doctors on duty had to treat her, even though we didn’t have any money and I was only 15. When my WAEC results were withheld, I had marched into their offices and demanded an audience with the official in charge, even though I was only 16 and had no appointment. When my admission into university was delayed, I had gone to the office of the admissions officer. When that failed, I went to her husband’s office wearing my most revealing dress and begged him to talk to his wife. All my life I had created my own way and gotten what I wanted. Now, as I looked at this fine specimen of male humanity, I felt the same way I felt on all the other times I had to assert myself.

I glance across at him again. He’s still looking at me, and again, he hides his head when he catches me looking. I smile. The shy ones are the easiest. All they need is firm guidance, and like my guy Ice Prince would say,”I excel at providing guidance, counselor”. I know his type. He’ll keep staring without ever summoning the courage to walk up to me, and he’s too handsome to just ignore. At the very least, he’ll provide a better option for the next few days than that pseudo-boyfriend I have. It is worth a shot.

The meeting is winding up. The president is saying some drivel about the time for the next meeting tomorrow as we rise to our feet, but I’m not listening. I make a beeline through the crowd towards where he still sits head down. He’s obviously still embarrassed and is probably waiting for me to leave the room before he stands up. Hahaha. If only he knew. I smile as I look down at him. Even his haircut is perfect.

“Hi”, I whisper softly in his ear………

21st Century Love

Hey Guys! Its SugaRush 😁. And I’m here to rant about something really important:

21st Century Love

“I am hot. This is not because of the weather or the fact that there is no light in this stuffy room. I am hot, because I am literally hot. I have a great body. 34c sized breast, a slim waist, and relatively large backside. To top it all, I am pretty. But here I am laying naked next to my boyfriend of 5 months and he is focused on his phone liking pictures on Instagram and tweeting!!!”

I couldn’t help but laugh when a good friend of mine sent me this text, some days ago. After reading her text which was intended to be her rant to me, I began to give it a deep thought, hence the “21st Century Love” post.

We live in an era where there are rules for everything. Rules about what we wear, what we eat, the type of games we should play on our phones, the type of phones to use, where we go to, the friends we keep and most of all, who and how we should date! There are basically rules for every gaddamn thing!

I had this boyfriend of mine at a point in my life, who basically lived by these rules. He wont call more than once because real niggas don’t leave 2 missed calls, according to him. He wont text first because, real niggas don’t. He cant wait on you for more than 10 minutes because real niggas don’t hang around for so long. He doesn’t believe in valentine because….i cant even remember the dumb ass reason he gave because I was probably to pissed to listen. I’m guessing he didn’t believe in birthdays too cos I didn’t get a birthday gift from him. Most depressing of all, he certainly didn’t believe in real and physical expression of how he felt.
He was very comfortable expressing his feelings via whatsapp texts, tweets, voice notes, instagram posts etc but just not physically to me. You would argue and say, atleast he is showing the world how much he cared about me. That is not the point, dear brethren. The point is, “IS HE DATING ME OR THE WORLD?”

We text, send emails and instant messages. We tweet and Facebook. But while new communication platforms spring up, left, right and center our relationships are suffering from lack of communication rather than flourishing.

You see, its easy to let someone infer the tone of your voice and you facial expressions from the texts you send. The person reads it in the light of the persons own feelings and understanding, which may not be your own feeling and understanding at the time you were sending the message.

Love is supposed to be personal, a strong and intimate force. But now, that isn’t the case. There is a whole new process for falling in love.

Indulge me in this drama sketch.

Boy likes Girl.
Twitter DM.
Boy: *after previous convos* Can i have your pin?
Girl: Yh sure.
(They exchange pins)
Boy: heyyy! *waits for her to text first*
Girl: heyyy 😊 *waits for him to text first*
(Decades pass by. None of them text)
Wedding day.
Boy marrying another girl.
Pastor: Do you take her to love and to cherish?
Boy: this could have been me and Girl. But she wont text first.  Yes, I do.
Girl: this could have been us, but he wont text first.  I’m so happy for them. 😊

Its really stupid guys! Really!!! You like someone tell em, you wanna see someone, call the gaddamn person. You are in love fucking admit it and show it damnit! Life is too short for all these stupid ass games you people play. Ain’t nobody gon become Methuselah waiting on your lame ass to finish playing whatever retarded game you wanna play. Love doesn’t need rules. It doesn’t have rules. Fall in love head long, if you have a damn concoction, so be it. Pfft! I’m tried of all these games mehn.

Emotion is not weakness, its strengths. It shows that you are able to take responsibility. Running away and pretending not to feel the things you absolutely feel is the weakness.
Don’t deny yourself of a chance to be happy just because you don’t want to be called a “pussy nigga”.

I don’t know about you but I would rather be a pussy nigga who has an amazing relationship, than a “real nigga” who would remain single while her mates are having grandchildren.
Phew! I’m exhausted just talking about this.

So guys what do you think? Do you think there is a serious problem with the 21st century love? Or do you think its just fine and there is not nothing? Or are you asking yourself, “what is love? Is it the feeling I get when I see food?” ?
Use the comment box to express you! I’m waiting 😊

This thing called love

Yo!!! Its Teebabsy


Yes guys!! Its the season of love, and like we promised, we are gonna be thrilling y’all with love stories and posts from various superb writers.


So sit tight and enjoy the ride.


Y’all should anticipate this week;


Down that same road
By: @bibykimz
Tuesday 11th February



21st Century Love
By: @mercysuga_rush
Wednesday 12th February


The last post for this week would be one in a conversational form with the reply given by another amazing writer;

So anticipate;


I think I’ve got a boyfriend
By: @teebabsy
Friday 14th February


Don’t miss out on all the fun!!!


Without further ado, I present to you;


This thing called love

By: @gboyegarr


What is love???

I keep asking myself. Is it that drunken feeling? The one you feel when you think about some “special” someone?

What exactly is it? This thing called love. It’s like being drunk. You don’t think clearly. You never see that it’s a terrible farce.

From “I love your sense of humor” to “you think everything’s a joke” the road’s never that long.


Trust me, I know. I’ve been there. I see it all the time.

It’s a lie. A fat lie.

The human mind; we literally brainwash ourselves into thinking this thing is real, but it isn’t.

Like a switch, you can decide to “love” someone, and you can decide to fall out of “love” with someone.

It is that easy.

And you call that real? Seriously?
It all boils down to the mind. It’s a powerful thing.

If I ever catch a feeling, and I can’t make it go, then I’d let you all know.

You can always make it go.

It’s all in your head.

Trust me I know, I’ve been there…


With Sugary Love


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