Guilty Pleasures by Tory.

I know these things would be hard, 

I know studying you will be difficult 

But I came back, 

I drove in my car at the highest speed, 

I drove as fast as I could, 

I screamed and yelled, 

I pressed the car horn harder than I ever could, 

I cried and wept,

I opened the door and stepped out, 

I kicked the grass, 

I threw stones, 

I held in pain, 

I went on my knees, 

I rolled in the sand and watched my tear turn the dry sand into mud, 

If I found clay I would mould my emotions and feelings but no shape would come of it. 

I have no explanation for how I behaved, 

I don't care, I'm not bothered. 

Nothing moves me, 

I'm full of evil, I'm wicked and brutal, 

I would steal my best friend's man and have sex with him on several occasions. 

I wouldn't care how she feels, even my mother's lover would warm my bed, any cute man on the street would be my aim!
As I drove the car, I could hear in my head the sounds you made,
I could hear her moan and scream,
I imagined how you did it, how you entrusted her with your thrusts,
how much believe she had for your penetrations.
You are so good at drilling holes... holes in hearts.
This heart was stone,
It became ice and you brought a sun along,
now its all dry.
Relate to that, relate to the hot hurt,
Relate to the bruises,
Relate to the fire and the burns,
Relate to the scars and masks I had to wear to cover the marks.
It was years of tears and tears upon tears.
You would pick up your fists and put them on me
and I would pick up my sweat notes and keep them in your account.
I wouldn't spend as I please except it would please you.
I would live for you so you won't leave me.
I left because she was under your aggressive body.
I came back because I have been there before,
Under my mother's lover, under my best friend's man,
I came back because I can't stand another woman go through what I did with you,
No woman is as strong as I am.
Is this being selfish or am I concerned about your thrust....

Unaffected by Awonaike Seyi.

Swayed left, swayed right
Push me to my doom
It awaits me with glad hearts
How dread dared to show face,
Infuriates me,
Challenging the strong holds of my mind,
Making doubt a nuisance to my soul.
But in all, rigid was all I was

Swayed left, swayed right
In these, the wind I felt
Thunderstorms all around
It swept me not
Tho to deny my garment's weakness,
I cannot,
Cos that's all it got
I remained shameful,
But naked in pride.

Wanting to feel me and be me, 

Doubting still the possibility
Questions almost asked..
Journeys almost venture..
But no! I've refused to park my bags
Comfort now is family
And still I'm standing

Swayed left, swayed right, 

In Ernest, I don't mind
For unfailingly
I stand rigid
For in silence it's cold I'll catch

                                                                             

The Untitled Thief by Ruben Okorhi.

Three weeks and two days into the year, there he comes with a bag, looking soft and attractive, beside him is a woman whose perfume is so beautifully placed. 

Gladly we received him after a long purse of why this old man came around doing with such a young lady. Her intentions are truly not known as a result we just got to meet her after 15 years he has been away.
His eyes are deepened with pain looking pale, like a man lost in the arms of a foreign woman, who by the way she is. She happens to be the white Shade Akunle by name whose aim to get married to the rich old man, what can we say "Youth of today", all they think of is this senseless rich dads plan -

 Mama says.

Take a close look at this ungrateful rat, I hate her sight already even when she has spoken nor acted the fool, my taught is eating me up. I am consumed by her color, I think this racial thing is working for me who by the way is black. 

I am Mama, a sixty year old re-virginized woman with a style of a child, I refuse to know age. This life I must groove till I drop, my children are proud, single and rich.
My style is not like these young ladies *while she spoke her son comes in* 

Mama you are forever young, you don't want to leave this thing for youths to carry on, *eyes him and continue talking to her mirror* When I was 20 I did not know man not to speak of fashion, all I focused on was my book now you have that thing (puppy) following you around because of change,

Hey brother have you slept with that your puppy? Or was she a virgin? *hissed and leaves room*.
Na wa ooo, folks be hotting, just take a look at mama she wouldn't even admit she is sixty, all she does is make up and party with those old for age, young for body friends of hers, well I am glad I have her this way than in a stool forming diabetic - Tobi speaks.
*By the way he is the first born male child of mama who ran off for over fifteen years and later returned with that young woman who mama hates*

Hey puppy! What are you doing close to my fridge you think this is some city property that you can just invade as you like? Hey, you might have won my son over, but hence you still have a face like a local dog don't think you are winning my heart anytime soon. 

Mama!!! What's it with you and my woman, we are barely 3 weeks in this house and you won't let her move without saying a word, where is that sister of mine self? *lost in thought*
The single, local, puppy face - Shade looks away, slowly unconsciously preparing to hit mama at a spot she never thought anyone knew, late at night she moves close to mama and taps her calls with those rich politicians only to find out that she was sleeping with them for money (Cheap coin). *In surprise she quickly records her conversations* waiting for mama to stroke her again. 

Tola, my soft sister, sexy at night, blasting hot by the morning, how you do this thing I don't understand- Tobi speaks. You know I can't come and kill myself, or do you want to marry me ni? Abegii, let me look good for my man.
Sister you don't have to put too much in it, your foundation is too much, you are looking like a living walking dead body who is being pushed on a rail. Abi all those your friends don't tell you the truth ba? Well better adjust if not you would remain single forever and later see yourself in front of the church, yes that reminds me, do you even go to that local assembly around the corner or them done close am? *laughs out loud and moves to Shade* 

*All of which, they all don't know that there is one person that has the secret to everyone's life, Tobi is a cheat, Shade is a slut, Mama is a proud and shameless bitch, Tola has no womb. What happens next?*

Shade all you do is eat and move about, who do you know around here that you always go out to see? -Tobi speaks. 

Sweetie, can't I just see around the town a little at least it is better than staying here with mama who doesn't even like me. Can I have some money to get some new clothes, you know I have to look good for you wherever I am? Tobi who is 35 years of age, looking for a woman who would love him and settle with him still tries convincing himself that Shade is the woman for him.
Yes! I know, please just go and get what you want, on her way to the market she had a call from her client who is friends to Mama and was out for a three sum (2 girls and a man sex), Mama been tagged first and Shade tagged second and Empiro the host, what could go wrong?

Mama!!! Shade!!! - Empiro!!! 

Mama who was in the bathroom did not see when Shade entered and from the tub  she shouted *Empiro is my mate in*, with joy he replied Yes!!!
Now mama comes out, Shade was by the wardrobe yet to see who her mate was, she takes off her top and walks in the tub without seeing mama naked covered with the duvet. Shade quickly moves out her bra and her pointed nipples were all turned and ready for her mate and the feel of the African Cucumber. She takes her bath and comes out with a transparent robe which clearly showed her G-string and her bra-less top.
Back home Tobi and Tola rattling over a simple movie on Z-world talking over Pinto and its controversial acts. They wondered where Shade was and no one had heard from mama, meanwhile Empiro who is the host of the dramatic 3sum was infected with AIDS, what would become of Mama and Shade?

The Familiar . by Somto aka (Deli'lah)

I'm having a blistering headache...
It's exactly 2:48pm on a wet Thursday afternoon...
Why?! Why?! Why?! I scream but only in my head
(After all I'm inside a bank)
Why the fuck do I do this to myself?
So much so, that I've done it for so long and now another is doing it to me,
(And trust me this has been going on for a while)
That part of me that craves thus black hole,
That bottomless, dark depth..
The fact that nothing I put affects it's width...
Only pain makes it grow...
I'm having a blistering headache
Diamond bank! I will not close shop with you!
I must have been... No..
I am comfortable with it, that only those that offer it become my source of "happiness"
God dammit! I need a smoke!
Why will the other send me what is meant for another?
Why will the other mock my self will and then act all unknowing!
You knew what this will do to me!
And now because of this new layer of blackness I will not leave...
I don't want to leave... I like it here...
I'm having a blistering headache...,
The manager apologizes and thanks me for my patience,
He's gracious...
It's exactly 3pm on a wet Thursday afternoon
The pain has become a welcome relief...
Hello friend...