Three months have gone by so fast I didn't see it coming. Wasn't it December, or January, when I hadn't yet decided to attend film school...? Many weeks of contemplating if the journey would be worth it?

It was raining the day I met Christabel. We were standing side by side at the car park, waiting the next bus. She had on a yellow raincoat and black galosh. She looked like a school girl with her bag carving

Rated 18+. "It never ceases to amaze me - how non sequitur blasphemy sits beside orgasm; lovers screaming the Lord's name at the peak of sexual tension." -- Derick. My feelings fluctuate. Like

"I used to pray to God to help me quit masturbation, then I heard a pastor, over television one day, say: "Masturbation is not a sin. (...) It's about you and your own body," and I said

At the end of your life, whenever that will be, you need to be able to look back, drum your chest heartily and say, "Yes, I came, I saw, I might not have conquered, but I was loved." It's the

Surulere is largely water-logged. The corners of every street has fungi-infested gutters with a billion, cute tadpoles wiggling to the current. When it rains it's the worst--we swim through the streets;

The third of Kazuo's books I'm reading. A friend said to me a few minutes ago, 'Never have we had a chat without you bringing books into the equation. It's depressing. Do you ever have time for yourself?

Some day, in the not too distant future, I will say to myself: "These days, I no longer think with my dick." -- Derick... ‎ ‎ This is how we met: on a night, when I was bored sick. 2:30 a.m.,

You, my friend, must find the courage to rise to the challenge. No matter the struggle, we're all prisoners of our minds, the only difference is, some find ways to make their cells habitable, while others

Dressed in a white corporate shirt, a black tie and suit, I take my laptop bag in my hand, shut my bedroom window, switch off the light and step out. Locking my door, Father’s bedroom door clicks open

We haven’t spoken about the day in the rain. I want to be mad at him; clench his collar in my fists whilst staring icily into his deep-set eyes. “I hope you never find the will to forgive yourself,” I’d

Recently, I said to the love of my life: "I know that one day you would leave me. I know I'm not attractive, and you're just putting up with my shortcomings out of pity. Very soon you'd find someone