Diekola'z Blog...

As a young lady, I have always had this strong aversion for men who battered their wives. I know you’ll try to say that this is a general thing, that everyone hates them too. Well, for me it goes way beyond the common hatred. Mine was an unnatural loathing. I don’t know why, perhaps I was beaten to death in my past life. That proposition could be true because I was born with a dark scar across my forehead. So maybe that could explain my contempt for these set of human beings.   It was this weird ideology of mine that landed me into serious kasala one day.

Ok. Let’s get serious. Let’s talk about girl power, beauty stereotypes, womanity. In a nut shell, let’s talk about who we are.

    Happy new year!     Goodbye is a poem about a girl with shattered dreams about love. It is a poem that reveals the whining of  a girl with too much fantasies about love. It's like she carries a glass heart about so it gets broken all the time. This is not a Taylor Swift kinda thing, so don't get it twisted. It's been a long while since I posted here, I hope you like this piece tho.

I am something... It seems I have a knack for screwing things up I go late for most of my classes When I finish eating I hate to pack my plates up Sometimes, you catch me walking too fast with an unkempt hair and totally no make- up I'm abnormal, I''m a weirdo,I'm a loner. I am something... I like to eat my food fast If I were to contest in an eating competition, I don't think I'll ever come last I am something... I am a fairy tale kinda lady I picture a beautiful marriage with kids just on the first date I am something... I can not be put in a box I am wild and free I like to make a lot of mistakes I am pathetic and silly Shaken but unmoving I am not nice  I am not a pretender Hit me once and I'll hit you twice Enough said What am I?

Yea, I know it's been a while. I missed blogging. I missed your beautiful comments, advices and doting on my work. My phone was stolen. Stolen when I least expected. In fact, the night before the theft, I had downloaded pictures for the next day's post. The theft was carried out so strategically that I could have thought the thief knew me personally. Anyways, I haven't given up on this dream. So, scrap that if that's what you're thinking. I still see it in a shinning light. It still gets me up at mid nights most times. This is more than just a foreplay of desires to me. It's what I was born for. I can't GIVE UP! Okay. So, I'm working towards getting a new phone and a system. I hope it comes quick. Till then, I'll keep writing till my big come back. Watch out for sizzling write-ups. Thank for not giving up as well. LOVE YOU LOADS HAVE A POSITIVE DAY XOXO.

It is not a new phenomenon for women to marry for material gain. I mean, this concept is as old as time.

She watched as trickles of sweats dripped off the young man's body. She noticed he wasn't really looking at her rather, he looked through her.