Imole Olusanya

  She loves him but can not speak How would she approach a man first? A man ought to do the wooing She would be seen as being desperate But the flame of love keeps burning Her heart flutters at his arrival. He loves her but can not speak How would he not lose his dignity? She greatly respects him and his words He fears that she would be disappointed But the flame of love keeps burning His heart flutters at her arrival. Will he ever get to love me? Will he ever get to compliment my looks? Will she not stay away from me if I reveal my feelings? Will she ever be so close again? Will he? Will she? 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 ❤️

  Love, like life, is like a two sided coin. It has the sweet and sour faces.

  The opposite of love isn't always hate. Sometimes it can be indifference. Not loving, not hating.

Tara had always loved Jones, her brother's new friend. He had always been nice to her and was always with the smiles that could speak a thousand words. She waited for him to tell her how he felt about her but for months he never did. It was Tara's birthday and she thought that Jones would let her know his feelings for her that day. She brought her male friends to the party to make Jones jealous; she wanted to nudge Jones into action. Tara's friends knew that she had fallen head over heels for Jones for months and they decided to help her. However, Jones did not seem ruffled by all they were doing to make him feel jealous and Tara almost lost all hope. The party ended and there were loads of gifts for the celebrant. Tara and her friends went to work, searching for Jones' gift. In the end, they founded it; a white flower. It was not her wedding day and she was not bereaved. To her, and to what she had been told and been made aware of, in such a situation, it could only me...

The time had come to start my journey. I leaned out of the window, waving as long as I could while she disappeared into the distance. She was out of sight and she would be for quite a long time. All I had with me afterwards was her images on my phone and more importantly, our moments together that had stuck to my memory. The bus had just gotten to the first checkpoint when my phone rang. When I checked the caller ID, it was her. “Hello, maami.” “Hello. How has the journey been? Where are you now?” “I'm having a pleasant ride and presently, we're at the first checkpoint. Bother yourself not, mum. I'll phone you immediately the drive is over.” “Alright.” As promised, my mother was the first person I phoned as the journey ended. She sounded relieved. A lanky lad was waiting for me at the car park by a black Toyota Sienna. He showed me his identity card and I confirmed that he was the one sent to pick me up. I entered the car and the ride started. During that shorter drive, I p...

 I happened to witness a crime. I saw a man tamper with the parts of a parked Lexus RX in the parking lot of the bottling company where I worked. The owner of the car was my archenemy at work. He was a friend of the chief executive officer and he got my position on getting employed. He did not even think of how his being employed got me to leave the seat of the financial manager for him, he was specifically cruel towards me. I knew he abhorred me because his friend, the chief executive officer, praised me in his presence for taking care of the position better than him when I was there. He hated me till he finally found a way of getting me out of his sight forever. He plotted against me and that made the enraged manager order me to leave the company. However, on getting to the parking lot, I found a man doing something to his car while looking around once in a while. I watched the man leave and I immediately left where I was hiding. Despite having worn a cap to cover a large part of...

  Do I make you feel as a teetotaller feels when he takes a cup of beer? Does my sight warm your heart or hurts your eyes as gazing at the sun does? Does my touch feel like the raging sun on your skin or like rain on the same? Does my arms around you make you feel in a safe haven or does it make you feel surrounded by thistles fortified by summer? Do you at my presence feel like a caged bird or like a bird set free? How free do you feel? Is it like a bird set free with its feather to fly plucked? Does your smile as bright as the noon sun define how you feel with me or hide the same? Does your heart tingle or squirm? Does your heart scream to your lips to take mine in captivity or does it scream to your legs to take over? Do I do your precious life as stars do the sky or as feet do the river? Do I as water does fire or as good soil does root do you?

It is dawn and the little monkey is thirsty he drinks on with no ear for the evils da da dum he drinks and raises his head in glee Tum tum the hospitable brooks gurgle the leopard prances in the thicket from a distance father monkey calls little monkey stiffens and swings away the leopard retreats. The sheep scamper with the puppies they lay across the road with goats the sheep amble with the calves while frisking with the kids the ewe calls gambol with the puppies but never eat the same move with the goats but never act the same saunter with the calves but stray not to the bullring this the orphaned lamb knows not. The moorhen flies to the runnel the pipit adores serenity the thrush and the blackbird perches the fowler spreads his net the poacher triggers his riffle mother thrush tweets and squawks the fowler fouls up and the poacher poaches void only the deaf bird is entangled.