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Life was designed to last once for every individual and as much as that sucks, it is true. We roam through life trying to figure out the true essence of existence and while that urge might be higher in some, it is lower for others. 

I mean, who cares about all of the serious stuff in life right? Roll up some weed, light it, smoke up some dose of daily conviction. Look forward to a what could be a better alternative for essence.
Truth be told, every single one of us humans on the surface of Earth, have that moment. A time when probably in a car driving to work, amid the endless news on the radio, it hits you- the realization of something beyond every individual you pass by on the streets, every nod you get in response to your greeting, every shade of pupils you've stared into.

And yeah, while some might boldly step out and share in an engaging tone, how, they realized, once, years back, the X, Y, Z, that led to making a significant decision in their lives, I sit there and wonder. I wo…
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SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN

seven minutes in heaven;
seven minutes counting
heart beats by the second.
six minutes in heaven;
all the while tapping feet
on shaky wooden floorboards
in nervous delight.

five minutes in heaven;
five minutes counting
down to reality:
a beastly, slimy one.
four minutes in heaven;
wondering if by chance
or luck or grace,
a glimpse of an angel
 would suffice.

three minutes in heaven,
and lo a ladybird atop
your nose tickles,
dances, wiggles, jiggles,
then away,  flies.
two minutes in heaven,
two minutes or the next,
daydreams finally might come
to be:
visions of sunny skies,
silly side aching laughs_
chocolatey gums,
all on display
for my ever aching eyes.

a minute left in heaven
the last, the longest,
the shortest it seems,
the last before you wake
and stare at
the computer screen
in a crowded
noisy bureau,
someplace.

you sigh.
"of course it was unreal."

Grace Oluchi Okogwu

 meme si mes yeuxs me pique, je vois

MARY DOES NOT KNOW

September1       September ushered in the last of the rains;  the kind that fell noiselessly and without the fierce winds like in May and June. 

May 17        May was when I saw it, the fierce eyes of Soluja the mad man. it had been a cloudy day, one where, the blackness of the cloud thickened, breaking up now and then with thunder and lightening, darkening my mood like charcoal.
       i was sitting by the window of the moving bus, lost in thought, what people refer to as being "absent minded," when my eyes met the mad man's. i'd expected to meet a blank expression but what my eyes saw were alert pupils; pointy unblinking eyes  with an air of artistic craziness. almost as if he could see through my fears, past my boldness to dare stare at him. he could see all of my secrets and those eyes,  still haunt me till this day...  

June 5           if i turned, she would definitely know i was staring at her and i wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of being admired. low…

SATURDAY SAD TALES

It was impossible to completely assimilate what Richard was going on about; what the group of umunna’s scattered around our sitting room were going on about. The only two words that had registered in my mind were, “new” and “wife”, and I wasn’t even upset. Hadn’t I seen this coming? Hadn’t my instincts warned me? My vicious mother-in-law from the start, threatened?No, I wasn’t upset; I was completely slapped across the face with surprise. I thought finally Richard and I were fine, that we were gone past the rocky months in our marriage. He’d been smiling more often the past few weeks. He told me just last week how much he loved me: with his eyes, like he did the first day he saw me, that day at the Customer Service room in the First Bank Headquarters of Nsukka, on the chilly day of December 4th .

Richard’s eyes were what Professor Agu¸our Classical English literature final year professor described as “sorrowful but intense; the kind of eyes that draws you in to want to know more...” he…

i still love you

le mec

sipping coffee alone at nine
i thought was rock bottom torture,
till i saw unmec,
a guy,  an angel.
across my table he sat,
a cup of coffee
also ordered. "oh monDieu",
i thought "he's too gorgeous
siting alone
dansunecafé at nine o five."then like my head had imagined,
he looked my way
flashing his million dollar smile. and yes, my heart did melt
at the thought of this flirtingship.
for where in the world did this sort
of thing happen?
save for the universe, pararell,
dansmonrêve:
my secret hide out. a second cup of coffee
i ordered,
bidding our harmless flirt
more time to
grandir.
a second cup ordered he too,
seemingly interested
as i was. the third and fourth cups
of coffee came through.
and thought i how
fatigued it became;
this flirting.
time to call quits to our
eye locking
and get our hearts locking,
for the night. then
lebeaumec,
mon guy,
got up and kissed
another mec in French,
"tu me manques mon amour ",
dit-il à l'a…

FIVE REASONS YOU NEED TO STUDY ABROAD

As sterotypical as this might seem,  studying abroad sure does have its perks.
And while it is fast becoming a trend among young people to want to at some point, venture into studying abroad, (even for the wrong reasons, you'd have to admit the advantages far outweigh the disadvantages).
   As an undergrad or graduate student looking to either continue or commence studies abroad, duobts spring up in mind,  "Is it worth the stress? ",  "Am I even ready for this phase in my life yet? ",  "Do I really need to study abroad? " etc. And like the fairy godmother in a Disney movie,  I'm here to rescue you from your worries :  "tah  dah! " (flashes magic wand).
With that, I present to you a break down of five important reasons you'd need to back up your decision to study abroad; 1. IMPROVES  PERSONAL INSIGHT    Studying in an entirely foreign country helps in expanding an individual's view on both global and local issues affecting …

CHIEF MAGNUS' MANSION

NOT FOR SALE!

that was the sign on the gate of the house in front of me. it seemed the house owner, angry at over eager prospective buyers of his property, had put it up, telling them loudly to "piss off."
the gate seemed locked and i couldn't spot a bell so retrieving my cellphone from my ready-to-give-up-the-ghost handbag, i dialled Funke for the seventh time today.

"Funks, babe, the gate is locked o and there's no sign of a bell anywhere..."
 "don't worry" she said, "i've told chief to get someone to open up for you"
"ookay" i replied, my throat drying up "thanks. "
"don't mention dear", she answered, giggling at someone at the background and before i could ask how i was supposed to introduce myself to chief agian for the umpteenth time,  she hung up.

i felt my insides die, then resurrect again only to die back when i heard footsteps approaching the gate. my bladder almost spilled it's co…