My Story about those guys you dread!!! #DiaryOfTheHostage feat. NoWhere Girl by @BlessingTangban

ZUBA

Zuba! Zuba!! Zuba!!! Oga you no dey go?

A man alighted a cab at the junction where I stood waiting for a cab and as I looked into the car, I saw the three unfriendly faces – they reminded me of the kind of faces we saw way back when we begged to be dropped at Dutse junction after we had scaled fences to return home without due permission from the school authority – this is a familiar story of students of GSS Kuduru, as it is called.

I was already late for work that day, and to make those faces the reason not to board the cab, I didn’t consider. I greeted them with a pretentious smile and as expected, they whispered something that sounded more of a treat than a greeting – affirming my dread for their faces. No one spoke a word while we journeyed. Not too long, another passenger, a broad shouldered man, with beard that almost made him look like one of those people, he wore a cap that half-covered his head, ‘attire’ that revealed no skin and shoes that announced his belief in every piece that was revealed.

Die you must! - #DiaryOfTheHostage

I started last week with The Unfortunate Night and instead of just rushing the whole story, I wanted to build it into something you would love. The story is told of a man who out of... Nah!! I do not wish to reveal the story this way. Kindly share The Unfortunate Night with your friends as we anticipate the chapter two of the piece. Here is a piece I wrote from before and I want you to read.

...and I saw my shredded parts in your eyes and I wished you had died from before.

Now I am unbelieving to believe you wouldn't imagine my light grow dim, your innocence would not allow you the joy of hurting me.

I imagined your hands wiping my tears and comforting my soul. I imagined my eyes in your face, mimicking your beauty.

#DiaryOfTheHostage (The unfortunate Night - Andrew Sylvester) #CHAPTER 1

The breeze was mild on her face and she wanted more of it. Her desire for more brought her outside at about 11:15pm that fateful day. She wondered in the night; she did this often these days, since her dad is barely around to caution her stroll. He is often with his secret love; he wouldn't tell her - ''she wouldn't approve of it'' he once thought to himself.

SKIRT and BLOUSE (It will blow your mind) by Odunola Don Kolawolu

Skirt

your complexion indeed competes
with a riped pawpaw
and it's true that it never fails
to capture roaming gaze

#BringBackOurGirls? So that we can what? #DiaryOfTheHostage

#BringBackOurGirls

As the battle continues for the return of our beloved Nigerians, we should stop to think about a few things. We might end of fighting for these girls' return and at the end of the day, after they've been brought back, we would be surprised that we haven't prepared a heart to love them the same way we did before. While thinking on this, here is something for you!

Someone promised to #BringBackOurGirls once he becomes #President. I hope he never fails. If they eventually return, how would we treat them??? We hope that when they return, we wouldn't treat them any different.We pray that when they return, they won't wish they hadn't. We pray that they won't suffer stigmatization.
We hope that when they return, we wouldn't #blame their for existence.

#DiaryOfTheHostage: My beautiful half

Oh! My beloved
I do not own a heart to put you through Child-bearing.
The pain that awaits you
once we are done fumbling and tumbling in this beautiful Lust,
is one that would cause your soul to break
and your dust (delicate flesh) to be shattered.