HOTNESS OF THE BASEMENT - CHAPTER SIX (THE END)

JULIET

Everyone was surprised at seeing me as I have been declared dead by a lot of people who have already lost hope in searching for me endlessly, if only they were aware of things I went through. I was pestered to tell my story but I knew not of which of them I was to tell. Fortunately for me, I met only Feranmi around as most students have gone home for their short break. I called Tobi to inform her of my arrival.
The whole of me was eager to see Femi, but the moment I brought the issue up, Feranmi just hissed and gave me every necessary information I needed. I was heartbroken getting to know he was dead but then I summoned every courage and let go of the painful feeling after Feranmi narrated her side of the story.
“But why were you cruel at him while we were discussing the other day when I just met him” I asked one day when we were discussing.
“That was because, I was trying my best to discourage you but guess he had strong power over your emotions like he did with mine, but I am glad now that you are okay and the beast is dead” She narrated and expressed a feeling of happiness.
“So you and Anthony are back together now?” I asked as we rounded our gist up and suddenly turned friends. I was just glad I did not have any intercourse with Femi, it would have been more painful.
“Yes o, he could not afford me in another man’s arms and same here. So on that day at rotunda restaurant, I was sitting with a guy and when he observed I was already having too much fun with him, Mr. Jealousy-Jealousy came to bundle his slipping girlfriend away and since then things have been smooth and of course, you know” She winked at me as we both laughed at it. Sex has suddenly become an integral part of every emotional relationship, the act does not even have any sacredness again. In my case, it was even worse, as I have been forced to have sex with people that I even knew not of.
My good Samaritan that made me pay in kind finally called and I blackmailed him into sending money, else I will contact every contact on his primary android phone as I got to know later, he begged I returned the phone but I have become so fierce that I even have no human feelings again. Talking of feelings, the imaginations of what I have done to Jide came back to my mind and a part of me felt somehow guilty but then I was hell bent on terminating Segun and so whenever the thoughts of Jide came to my mind, I always brushed it off with the desperation to see Segun to his graves for perpetrating such evil act with me.
I made Feranmi to impersonate me to call him and ask for his location at quarters and as the horny bastard that he was he went for the bait expecting a free intercourse from an unknown caller who has offered herself as an object of pleasure to him. I boarded bike and went straight to his place while maintaining contact with Feranmi to keep calling him and telling him of my location. I was almost at his place when it occurred to me that I was once at his place when we started being friends, I used the knowledge then to trace my steps and I got it. He was surprised to see me all of a sudden as to him, I was dead already.
“Hi Segun! Can I come inside?” I asked enthusiastically as I entered his small room at one of the boys’ quarters. Without asking him of anything, he started confessing and apologizing.
“So you were broke and decided to sell me for money? Really?” I asked wasting my limited time. I went at the right time because he really was helpless as he was in his boxers waiting for the free vaginal he will pound with no stress. It is only God that can deliver my generation from sexual atrocities as all of us or at least most of us have become sex gods and goddesses. I did not waste any more time as I hit his balls with all the energy I have left in me, leaving him rolling on the floor. I have been made heartless already and to tame me now, except for God’s intervention himself.
“Awwwn, sorry ehn, that’s painful right?” I said sarcastically. The first hit was unexpected and so was the second. He wanted to scream but by then, my knife was already outside of the small bag I was carrying. He saw it and started pleading for his life, but I was not ready to take his life just like that, I wanted him to suffer the same pain I suffered. He was yet to recover from the pains of me hitting his balls when I hit him harder this time.
“Pele dear, I survived the moments of pain, so you will also ehn, pele” I laughed wickedly before bringing his three kilogram gas cylinder to the centre of his room with a frying pan where I poured the remaining oil in his  almost empty bottle. He was already in tears staring at me. I got pissed and walked to him again. This time, I did not just hit the balls alone, I also stabbed one of his thighs. I gather his dirty socks and single nets to further stop him from screaming before finally tying his hands to the back waiting for the oil to boil, he must have been thinking I wanted to pour it on him, but hell no, that was not my plan. I already found joy hitting his balls as I did again. I already tied him so he could not use his hands this time.
“Sorry I am taking too much of your time uhn! I am almost done.” I was satisfied with the boiling point of the oil before I pulled down his boxers. I rubbed his dick and the bastard even got hard in pains. I was tempted to ride him, a temptation that further reminded me of Jide. But I brushed it and went for my main plan – cut off his dick. His eyes was blood red but I cared less, after all same would have been done to me if I was not lust after by Jide who successfully turned me to his sex machine in the name of saving me. In his presence I threw it inside the boiling oil and increased the burning level of the gas while cleaning myself off the blood splash. I packed my things and left his room for him to burn to his death as the gas will keep frying his dick till the oil will dry up. I locked him up using his key and left.
I was satisfied with my action and immediately I got to the hostel, I went for a long cold bath as I went with two buckets. I did not meet Feranmi as she would have gone to meet the love of her life, another event that brought the memories of Jide to my head.
I was done having my bath and decided to withdraw from the ATM that was directly in front of Moremi hostel using the card of the Good Samaritan. I got down from the stair cases and was heading towards the ATM stand when my heart skipped a lot of beats as a black muscle camry suddenly parked to block. JIDE! My senses processed as he revealed his identity.

THE END.

A SHORT AUTO-BIOGRAPHY OF OLUWASOLA ABIOLA ELISHA – ABSOL

Oluwasola Abiola Elisha, also known as ABSOL is a loyal citizen of Nigeria who hailed from the southwest region of the country. He is a fresh graduate of the department of International Relations, Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife Nigeria.
He is a passionate, charismatic, and enthusiastic young man who is always eager at providing solutions to problems arising around him. He is a writer who writes on the three genres of literature (Prose, Drama, and Poetry). He is a universal drummer that plays quite a number of drums of different kinds. He is a public speaker and master of ceremony as well as a teacher of Literature in English, Government and English Language. He is also an entrepreneur who is into service oriented businesses.
Oluwasola Abiola Elisha – ABSOL is a young man of many talents, willing to explore them at any given opportunity.
He can be reached via:
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HOTNESS OF THE BASEMENT - CHAPTER FIVE

JIDE

The whole of my body ached and I could hardly open my eyes to see things around me. I felt the whole of my head rapped with white material. It took me sometimes before realizing I was back inside OAU community, how I ended up there I had no idea. But one thing was certain, Juliet was gone, I was not ready to deal with such a reality yet, I remembered she hit me hard with fire extinguisher but I could not really defend myself. That was all I could remember. I was busy staring at the ward’s ceiling when a group of health personnel walked to my bed alongside a beautiful lady who will either be in her late twenties or early thirties. Her smile became brighter when she saw me alive, the reason for her joy I had no idea but I just kept my observations to myself as the doctors rallied round me to examine me and do their thing.
They were done and I could hear one of them, the eldest say “He is very much better now than last week, and he should be discharged anytime soon” that statement got me surprised, like I have been on the bed for the last one week? I just pretended not to have overheard them when the lady came around.
“How are you doing now?” She said, staring me directly in the eyes.
“Think I am getting better, but please how did I get here and what about my car?” I asked curiously as she settled to sit down beside me.
“Can we talk about that when you are fully discharged tomorrow? Because right now, all you need is rest and my husband will soon be here. I have just brought your dinner and to ensure you use your medications.” She said and just then a cute handsome man showed up and her smile became brighter which made me conclude that that must be the lucky man that must have been eating the work of the pretty damsel. I watched them exchange pleasantries and I so much desired marriage right there but with who? None of the ladies on the street and even inside church these days really worth marrying as a lot of them have already misused themselves but I was hoping a future with Juliet already and just then the thoughts of Juliet came back to my mind.
“Your car is ready when you are ready to pick it up, just get well soon and feel free to communicate with my wife, should you need anything, I need to go now” the man said and walk away with his wife who giggled endlessly. I watched them till they disappeared and right there, the thoughts of Juliet came back at the sight of the woman’s endowment. I must get her back by all means. I decided and determined desperately anticipating my discharge.

©ABSOL

... 1 - By ABSOL

I told you my heart beats only for you
Yet you have the gut to doubt the originality of my love for you
Am I a joke to you?

©ABSOL
🚶🏾💔

THE HOTNESS OF THE BASEMENT - CHAPTER FOUR

JULIET

I felt really tired as I tried to open my eyes, and behold there we were in a location surrounded by bush and as usual, I had no idea of the location. I was further brought back to life when the car’s fire extinguisher suddenly hit my leg where I was sitting. I woke up to find Jide really surprised at seeing me awake.
“You are awake!” He said as he continued speeding. The road was very familiar and I could see vehicles speedily passing by us and our vehicle also passing by some others. The tone of his voice set my nerves on fire and the desperation to escape came all over me, this time, burning fiercely I myself could no longer stand it. And like an answered prayer, there was a sudden loud sound from our car and instantly the car came to a pause as Jide struggled to park it just some meters away from the asejire’s dam. Immediately he parked, I could clearly hear the sound of the running water.
“You remain here no matter what!” He commanded as he stepped outside the car to see what has gone wrong which definitely was a Tyre that got burst. A perfect time to escape, I thought to myself.
“Damn it!” he screamed from outside. He went to the back of the vehicle to pick up equipments to fix the problem and I waited till he bent down very well at the wheel beside the passenger’s seat before stepping out from the other end with fire extinguisher in my hand. I knew if I failed at the first attempt of hitting him, I will be doomed for life yet, I still found the risk a worthy one to take. Silently I approached as he was already engrossed with the changing of the wheel. At the point of looking up at me, I gathered every strength in me and hit him really hard on the head, an action that yielded the result I wanted. He instantly went flat on the ground as I continued to hit him on the head. I stopped when I saw blood gushed out of his head, then I was satisfied. I pushed him into the bush and took to my heels.
I ran as fast as my leg could take me in the skintight trousers he got for me some weeks back, the dress he will always force me to wear to further seduce himself and further make love to me. All of those are gradually becoming history.
I kept running and shouting Ile-Ife! And luckily for me, I got a Good Samaritan who parked to be of help. I hopped into the car and a sense of safety came all over me. He was all alone in the car and seeing a wedding ring on his finger gave me more assurance that I was safe.
“Where are you heading” He asked but the question really seemed stupid to me because I was shouting Ile-Ife before he picked me up and now he was asking where I was heading. I was thinking of how to answer him by not being rude when I discovered he was already lusting over me which made me regret ever obeying Jide by putting on this outfit meant only for indoor seduction.  I pulled the top up to further cover my cleavages and large chunk of my breast that was being revealed before I finally opened up to answer him.
“Ile-Ife sir and OAU to be precise” I finally answered him feeling more uncomfortable under his lustful gaze, praying fervently we will not be involved in any form of accident.
“Okay cutie, and please stop using sir for me, just call me Jide” He said and my heart skipped a bit bringing back the memories of my previous action to me boldly. I fought it and focused on the road answering the agbaya I have found myself in the company of.
After some moments of silence and total focus on the journey, he broke the silence again, this time with a more heartbreaking request.
“Common, come give me blow job” I initially pretended like I didn’t hear what he has said but the reality of that question sent my heart panicking. Must everyone bearing the name Jide be heartless and promiscuous? I asked myself as I declined.
“Then, you have to get out of my car” He said. There we go again, blackmailing. I had no option as I was helpless, I did not want to waste my only chance of escaping, after all blow job was the least of sexual adventures I have embarked upon, after much consideration, I succumbed and ask if he will park but he shook his head and I became more scared, like how on earth was that going to be possible and just when I was questioning myself, he dropped one hand from the steering and unzipped his pant trousers revealing his manhood. And that exactly was something all the Jides that I know of have in common – big manhood. I was marveled but did not hesitate to go for it, I bent and started sucking him. He was about moaning when his phone rang suddenly from the stereo it was connected to, without checking the caller, he picked it up and immediately the voice of a woman came up, very sweet and adorable. Haaaaaa! Men are wicked.  It was his wife.
“Darling hope you are safe?” The voice questioned after exchange of pleasantries as I continued with my business on his command.
“Very safe dear, will soon be home, already getting close to OUI gate” He said softly as they rounded up the call with the three magical words – I love you. I just concluded in my mind that there was no true love again and that hell was created not just for the devil but men generally. The blow job was a wet one and after long minutes of continuously worshipping his manhood with my saliva, he came and I felt relived as I returned back to my position.
We both said nothing until we entered the city of Ile-Ife, and to my surprise, the blow job did not satisfy him as he drove into one of the hotels at Ibadan road in Ile-Ife. I already knew what was about to happen and I just played along as there are more lessons for him to learn. Without questioning I followed him into the hotel room, knowing fully well the atrocities we were both about to commit. I was about to cheat on Femi again and he was about to cheat on his lovely wife.
Just for helping me into Ile-Ife, he made me pay in kind, we were done after about three rounds of hot and non-stop sex. He was quiet good on bed but because I was not in the mood, he enjoyed it more than I did. He finally stood up to go and take a shower and without cleaning myself up, I quickly rose to my feet, wore my clothes without my pants and bra as he tore them already immediately we began the sinful adventure. In retaliation, I took his heavy wallet and one of his android phones and made my way out of the room. I did not for once look back as I walked out of the busy hotel.
I found one of the purple men of OAU (bike man) and I boarded it, telling him to take me straight to Moremi hall. Home sweet home.

©ABSOL

NARROW ESCAPE - By Esther Famurewa Grace

I watched
As she got into the elevator
She was beautiful
Dressed liked she had a party
Then he got in
Giving me the creeps
Despite his cool exterior
More watchful than before
I saw as he struck a conversation
With her
I scoffed like I knew
Desperately hoping she won't fall
All of a sudden, he groped her
She screamed
I rushed at him
Adrenaline kicked in
My blood was hot
I punched and kicked
Just to get him away from her
I don't know why I reacted that way
Even till now
I couldn't just let him do it
I took her out of the elevator
Made her file a police report
She escaped
She was okay.

EFG🌸

HOTNESS OF THE BASEMENT - CHAPTER THREE

FERANMI

I thought I could resist the temptation of revisiting ODLT to read, but ever since I set my eyes on Anthony at the rotunda restaurant, either it has been magic or bewitchment, I have found myself always going there even though he has refused to give me attention still. Everything has been strictly business. I was looking for every means of luring him into speaking to me outside the shackles of business but it all seemed impossible.
I have always sat alone but on this particular day, I decided to sit on the table where a handsome stranger was sitting. Perhaps Anthony was expecting me to continue my single sitting adventure as I noticed he was staring at me like never before, waiting to see where I will end up sitting.
“Hi, do you mind if I sit?” I questioned the cutie who was calmly sipping his biggie apple, the product that has suddenly rivaled not only coca-cola but other soft drink products.
“Who am I to reject the invitation of a damsel like you?” he said and unconsciously, I started blushing profusely. It has been a really long time since I heard something of such. I got flattered and was ready to have as much conversation as possible with him, perhaps he will make me get over my feelings for Anthony finally. I smiled and took my sit directly opposite him, looking him in the face as we both devoured our respective foods.
“Are you a student here?” He asked.
“Of course yes!” I replied almost exclaiming as we both hysterically laughed at no joke, or maybe it was a joke.
“Why would you even ask that?” I questioned him in return.
“Well, we have discovered that most chicks on campus lately are not students of OAU, a lot of them just dress up to come and feel among and give themselves cheap to the horny peasants we have here” He said as he leaned on the table.
“Are you kidding me right now? And did you just say horny peasants?” I responded as we both laughed again at the seemingly joke we have both just cracked. Maybe he actually was making sense with his point but then are people that desperate to be identified with OAU that they will go that far? I asked within myself.
“And by the way, so that thunder will not fire me, you look really beautiful and appealing to the gods” Oh there we go, he has started like the rest. I decided to play along recognizing his type, just like Anthony.
“And who are the gods that I am appealing to?” I asked. At that point we have both abandoned our foods and entered deeper into the realm of fun.
“Well, that will be for me to decipher, meanwhile I am preparing for an exam soon and you will not believe I just forgot the total number of the alphabets.” He said smiling and looking straight into my eyes.
“How on earth is that possible? Are you for real?” I took him serious.
“Are they just twenty or twenty-one?” He said again forming more seriousness, and at that point I exploded.
“Damn it! Young man, they are just twenty-six” I responded almost screaming but thank heavens there was a loud sound of music being played on the television.
“Oh yeah, I must have forgot U R Q T E!” He said with enthusiasm. I did not get the message on time until I kept quiet to decipher what he was passing across and the moment I got it, I started blushing all over. The conversation got more interesting than I expected.
“And the last one?” I questioned him smiling rigorously.
“Well, I guess that will be D”
“Oh no! You cannot be serious!”
“Yea I am and if you don’t mind I can show you its position outside the bondage of this location.” He responded giving me a wink. As much as I was enjoying the conversation, my mind was still peeping at Anthony. And like he was reading my mind, he suddenly showed up unexpectedly.
“So are you ready to go now?” He said from my back and my expression suddenly change at the recognition of his voice.
“Oh sorry, you came with him? You should have just told me and not raise my hope nah” He said giving an expression of defeat.
“Oh sorry about that, but it is really nice being in your company but I really have to go now” I said as every little cell of my body became happier than normal. Anthony’s touch brought me back to life and I could not hide my excitement. I stood up to face Anthony whose face was bright as usual with fatigue written all over it.
“Okay, so can we go now?” Anthony said as he tried to pull me away while I was standing up. I became even happier knowing fully well that he still got jealous over me.
“Alright no problem, and sorry, pardon my manners, I am Feranmi, what about you?” I requested as I magically found myself in Anthony’s arms.
“I am Segun” He said.

©ABSOL

HOTNESS OF THE BASEMENT - CHAPTER TWO

JIDE

What has happened I cannot really explained, I just found myself in my car on top speed running for my dear life. There was an unexpected raid by the police department. We must have been reported, I thought to myself. I saw Musa killed and Yemi killed with Stephen brutally wounded from the sudden clash that occurred which we did not prepare for. The last time such happened, we were all able to escape the cold hands of death but this time was not our lucky day. Immediately I discovered they were around and started surrounding our small abode of evil perpetration, I already took the exit door that we purposefully created at the back of the house that led to the car park. I was hurriedly on my way out when an officer of the law stormed into the house and before Musa could lift his weapon he was shot dead on the spot, Yemi did same I guessed before he was also shot. Seeing that further pushed me to speed up my speed and hurriedly unlocked the door and took to my heels towards my car that was already waiting for my arrival.
How I got home was beyond my own expectation and explanation but I found myself rushing inside the house causing Juliet to panic.
“What happened?” She asked immediately I locked the door behind me panting. I refused to answer and just brushed her shoulder and walked straight into my room to get over the unexpected nightmare and the terror that has just been unleashed on me. Game over! No more businesses for us, perhaps me. There suddenly became need for me to relocate outside Ile-Ife as Stephen might be rescued and tortured to confess and at that point I will no longer be safe. How to quickly pack my things came to my mind and definitely, I was not going to leave Juliet behind, we will be going to Ibadan together where I planned to go and chill with the little change left in my account pending the time the whole matter will die down.
“Start packing your things, we are living immediately!” I yelled at Juliet who was still confused on what was going on. I did not plan explaining anything to her as I now owned her. I was expecting her to question my authority but she did not, out of fear, which gave me quick joy, she went inside and did pack her things as instructed before I made us hurriedly leave the house. My black muscle Camry was already waiting and breathing really hard to zoom us off to Ibadan immediately. For Juliet not to be aware of our destination, since she was already desperate and passionate about escaping, I watched her walk before and before I took my decision of knocking her off, I did well to have a very good look and assessment of her cheeks which were now my property by default.
I made her sit comfortably before suffocating her temporarily with one of our devices for the next two hours which I felt should be enough to drive out of Ife and settle in Ibadan.

©ABSOL

On Leah Sharibu's "Death" - By: ABSOL

A lot of controversies have arose from the unexpected report of the death of the long in captive Leah Sharibu. It is very heartbreaking and highly disheartening that the "poor" and innocent Leah had to die in the den of the wicked people.

Notwithstanding, one argument that has erupted especially from the Atheist Association of Nigeria (lol) is that of against the church, against the fact that the church could do nothing despite the prayers and all, furthering their argument by further attacking and rubbishing the contents of the Bible. When I saw that article and other write ups, I just laughed and one word came to my mind..."my people are perishing because they lack knowledge" the exact single expression to qualify the entire write ups.

The government might have failed in their supposed duty of rescuing the innocent young girl, but bringing in the argument of the fact that God failed the girl is not just a statement of lack of knowledge but a statement of ignorance.

God is not man, man is only created in the image of God. The government might have been declared a failure because it is constituted by men who are bound to fail because perfection is not of man.

God can do everything and anything but fail. The ways of the Lord is different and He does not think like an ordinary man. The Nigerian system might have bastardized the Church, Religion and Christianity but no matter how rotten the system might be, the ways of the lord remains the same and His standard is the same yesterday, today and forever.

Definitely a lot of you are expecting one super miracle that the girl will just disappear and show up all of a sudden, oh no! God is not an egoistic being who proves himself by a mere show off.

So when next you are arguing,  do not on any circumstance bring in the argument of God being a failure because what you expected was not done.

To the family of the girl I send my condolences, and believe me, as much heartbreaking and sad as it can be, don't let this divert and distract you from God, because His ways are not ours.

Remember, there is reason for every action, we may all not understand it now but soon enough, the understanding of it will be revealed in a way no one will expect.

Oluwasola Abiola Elisha (ABSOL) writes from Ile-Ife, Osun State, Nigeria.

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HOTNESS OF THE BASEMENT (CONCLUSION) - CHAPTER ONE

JULIET

I could not believe my ears when Jide finally told me the truth. The truth is bitter so they say and it was the same thing with the truth about who sold me for rituals. Segun! Are men that desperate, evil minded and wicked? I asked myself over and over again as the confession of Jide kept on ringing in my head. I became very desperate to take revenge and I became even more desperate at escaping, doing everything and anything I could to just find an escape route. I believed in God but I was not ready to commit Segun into the hands of God for judgment because I was told He is a merciful God and it will not be in my lifetime that Segun will repent of his sins and now turn out to be a man God as we have a lot of them in our society today.
Deep within me, I knew something negative was already wrong with Femi but I was not ready to imagine the worse – death. Femi cannot die, I will escape by all means and go back to his strong arms since he seemed to be the only righteous man left on the planet earth. My body daily craved for his touch but I was helpless. Oh my Femi! I was sure Dad and Mom will like him when I eventually take him home to meet them, but first of all, I need to escape.
I could no longer hide my desperation from Jide and I made it known to him immediately that I wanted to leave but he will not release me not when he was already getting obsessed with my body and most especially my private part. I almost suffocate last night when he will not let me be. My mind, body and soul were no longer there with him, just my body because all I could think of was eliminating Segun and getting back to the strong arms of Femi. For all I cared, Jide can always go to hell like his predecessor.
“Jide, please I need my freedom” I told him when he was done cleaning himself after another round of sex that was a little bit pleasurable to me though, perhaps because my period was close by.
“Juliet, I have told you times without number that that will not be possible until I am sure the outside there is safe enough for you to live again, because if any of my colleagues should spot you again on campus, you will be picked and taken to shrine straight up, so still calm down” he explained.
“Calm down for how long more?” I asked as he settled beside the bed putting on his armless top.
“Well, I cannot predict. Are you no longer happy with me here?” he asked and I felt like I should hit him with a sledge hammer on the head. I refused to talk and just ignored him until further notice.
“Well, if you are no longer happy with me, I am happy to inform you that I am still happy with you, so either ways I don’t have any problem” he said as he started sounding wicked again. I started developing feelings for him at a point but stopped the day he forced me into sex without my consent. Just when I thought we were becoming friends already. Since that time, our relationship has had comma and much of our relationship has been eating together and sleeping with each other. Him sleeping with me actually, not I sleeping with him.
I maintained my quietness and just remained on his bed which we started sharing already. He left the room and I eventually dragged myself out of the bed to as well clean myself up as I could still feel his semen on my body as he has always done since I started rejecting him.
As I walked to the bathroom, I convinced myself that any how it was going to take, I must escape before the month runs out, even if it will mean eliminating Segun as I now owned his life at the tip of my finger. I became that desperate.

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©ABSOL

AN UNPLANNED POETIC CONVERSATION...

Sir Jibs:
Absol, you've become a master of the pen, can I ever duet with you?

ABSOL:
An adventure my muse punches me daily to embark on
But who am I a little zebra compared to your Lion pen?
How do I bring my muse to box your intimidating ink?
But nevertheless, it is an adventure every little cell of my body is anticipating even if it will wreck havoc on them

Sir Jibs:
Oh! Absol!
Call me not to a duet
For I'm a weakling of the pen
Neither can I match your ink
For writing as departed my soul mate

ABSOL:
Maybe not only your soul
At her departure went my muse
At her last goodbye hug my inspiration was lost
Who then am I of no muse to call thee to a duet
Mate! I broke her heart and now I am more broken
I told her goodbye and now I am in painful pains
See who is now more of a weakling
Who can neither match your muse
Nor the strength of ink
At the moment, my ink is no longer bleeding ink but blood
But maybe with a duet with you
My muse will find solace
For I am a broken man with a broken heart

Sir Jibs:
Oh! Mate

Your lies smell of lies
And your pen bleeds blood indeed
Shall it be known to thee
That it's been long the pen took me on a journey
For I've been broken beyond redemption
I've been hurt beyond pain
And I no longer feel for myself
Neither for a soul
Thee should know
A duet with you is welcome
Any day anytime
For I'm always ready
Even if thee beseech the trophy
I shall learn to write another day

ABSOL:
Oh what a good news to behold in the early hours of another sad day of my heart!
Oh what a joyful invitation to get as my conscience wrestle with my mind, body, soul and spirit
I shall honour thy trophy
And by the dark hours of the sad day I shall be glad to enter the ring of inks with you
Till then...
Let me cry and mourn for my heart bleeds no red blood but sad songs it has been singing endlessly
Let me deal with my memories before it turns headache
And let me wrestle with my life before it takes itself from me

Sir Jibs:
Oh! brother
Of what mischief have thee done again?
Of what havoc have thee conceived again?
If Rose be gone
Let it be known you enjoyed it
While it lasted
For What's love without the luxuries?
For what's love without the pain?
And what's more to die for if not love?

ABSOL:
Mischief and havoc I did and conceived not
Dear brother,
Nature is just unfair
And reality, an enemy of idealism

Sir Jibs:
Nature!
Oh! Mother nature
With her sweet and mysterious nature
Is always fair

ABSOL:
Maybe not in all cases

©SIR JIBS et ABSOL

SOMEWHERE IN MY COUNTRY - By: ABSOL

In the company of my shadow I walked under the crying sun
The crying sun shedding tears profusely like a father who recently lost his only son
With every drop of his tears sinking deep into my poverty befriended skin
Every nature stood in silence and still in anticipation of breeze
And here I am roaming the street of Oranfe with ease
Enjoying the songs of sorrow of the sun as it feeds on the tonic of my fellow humans in their farms somewhere in my country

©ABSOL
🏃🏾✨

A COUPLET TO THE ONE I LOVED - By: ABSOL

I stopped loving you
The moment my mom rejected you

©ABSOL

LIFE OF A POET - By: ABSOL

I am a poet
I am aware of the use of Irony
I have mastered very well, Metonymy
Yes I know the truth
But lie is my childhood friend who I cannot let go of
Flattering is my neighbour
And deceiving is my hobby
All by sewing together words
Could I have been born a liar?

©ABSOL

I AM NOT HIM - By: ABSOL

He was your first
Yes! Fine!
He hurt you
Yes! Awesome!
He humiliated you
Fantastic!
He sexually harassed and assaulted you
Much more fantastic!
But you know what?
I am not him!
I am not him!
I am not the monster that made your life miserable!
I am not him!
I am not the devil that raped you repeatedly and abused you!
Yes! I AM NOT HIM!
Want to cry? Yes go ahead and do so, but shed not those precious tears
I am simply me
The innocent me ready to love you against all odds
Yes! And I mean all the words
The scar he left I want to wipe
The tears he left I want to wipe
The wounds he left I want to heal
The heart he repeatedly broke I want to meticulously heal

Therefore, sweetheart, stop comparing me to him
It will take time but the fact remains...
I AM NOT HIM!

©ABSOL

ADVENTURE OF JESSICA (18+)

Very funny and rare
The ending week witnessed no sex, nor make out
My was demanding
But my mind and soul was rejecting
Anthony has turned a friend
Despite knowing I have a boyfriend
Baby boo is now back
Angela is still with her catastrophic back
Baby boo wanted sex
I wanted rest
"Fuck me or this will be over!"
He will threaten holding out his manhood
Threatening me under my roof in my hood?
"Remember to close the door on your way out"
I said with a bittered heart even though already turned on by the sight of Hus dick
Boom! He walked out! He left!
I loved my relationship
And yes I looove sex
But using sex to keep my relationship?
Hell no!
You wanna love me?
It must be real!
Not based in my body
Suddenly I was single again
Whoa! The adventure continues
I am the Jessica

Till next week!
Have a nice weekend

©ABSOL

LETTER TO MY LOVE - By Rose Ashaolu Feranmi

With loving and humble heart, how you control my emotions I know not, how you overwhelm my heart I can't say, how you rule my thoughts I remain speechless...

But irrespective of your personality, popularity, fame, name it! - I love you for being you - being plain, not hiding under any form of facade.

I don't know if this is obsession but I want to be your emotional possession. Àyànfé I am giving it all for you, breaking boundaries for you, disobeying rules for you because of the trust I have in you which have no doubt. I trust you, I admire you, I cherish you, and I love you!

Àyànfé, I plead for something - let me love you, don't let this fade away after some months. Let us break boundaries

I am doing my best to look smart, good to you - I may not possess the sort of your personality but once we've come to agreement, that's the best. And I am assuring you I will stand by you irrespective of odds...

To my Charming Prince
Whose blackness is as shiny as ebony.

Yours in love...
©EXPLORER...🌹

AN OPEN LETTER TO MY MOM (MRS. C.O FALEYE)

Dear Mom,

You are the best, you know right? That is none negotiable. Writing about you is what I want to do till the bleeding of the last drop of my ink. Negotiating at market is now as easy as anything easy, all thanks to your proper mentoring and tutoring, really I wish we can one day just go again with me holding the Dangote sacks watching you do the buying while I do the carrying, those days were "annoying and embarrassing" but they are paying off now and I am seriously missing them mom.

Our combo in the kitchen is something I am looking forward to again mom. Guess what mom, making amala, ewedu and co would not have been so easy without you mom. The known female folks envy my professionalism in the kitchen, they are always jealous of my display of high level of technicality in the kitchen, but you know what?, whenever they do, I just remember you and I smile to myself.
Interestingly mom, I have been praying to have my dad's kind of luck when I am ready to choose a life partner. I want a perfectly scanned of you and not a photocopy.
Mom see ehn! I can go on and on but the truth of the matter is that going on and on will mean I want to write a new bible of three testaments. Just know that you are simply the best among the rest and you will forever be my best friend any day anytime anywhere.
I Love you mom!

Yours Son.
Oluwasola Abiola Elisha - ABSOL

WELL DONE SIR!

Like a plague you entered our community
Putting everyone in intellectual calamity
You brought back the long forgotten topics to life
Stylishly you took away our social life
Leaving us in a condition of either read or read
Like Spartacus you forced us into the arena of _bookdom_
WELL DONE SIR!

You took away the artificial beauty of our baes and sisters
Forcefully made slay mamas to slay books
Leaving us with nothing but natural beauty
We say well done sir!

You took away our food stuff
Abandoning us in the refugee camp and custody of hunger
With no money to do fine boy or girl
You made us to sing the ryhme of "pls do you have garri"
well done sir!

You turned our beds against us
You made us to enter distance relationship with our Iron
Bathing became Nigeria power supply
Brushing, menstrual cycle
And combing a long forgotten exercise
Well done o!

You forced us to enter peaceful relations with Mosquitoes
Bedbugs our indispensable companion
Cockroaches our best friend
And rats our August visitors

Although your days are numbered
But what more can we say to *UNCLE EXAM*  But to say a loud....

WELL DONE SIR!

©ABSOL

WHEN MEN WERE BOYS - By: ABSOL

“Àgbà wá búra tí ò bá se èwe rí”

When men were boys
Tyre rolling was the order of the day
Bedwetting was inevitable
Erepa (rough play) was the trending atmospheric condition
And nakedness was not a thing of shame
For our thoughts were the same

When men were boys
Hierarchy was in absolute extinction
Equality was in total existence
In our thinking faculties existed no department of sexual immorality
Respect for the elders was a no stress in our community
For there existed genuine unity

When men were boys
Rain was a dear friend
Our fun knew no end
We jumped and leaped for joy
For inside the rain resided unending joy
And with rain comes natural air condition we used to enjoy

When men were boys
Mama’s igbaju was a normal thing
Equilibrium abara was the best means of correction
Iladi was an automated urine machine
Iforun was daddy’s favorite
And discipline was taken more serious

ABSOL - 07032277508

©ABSOL

THE HEART BREAK THAT TURNED ME TO A PLAYER - By: ABSOL

I had many professional players around but I wanted to be different, after all, I felt I was different from them. I wanted to be faithful and just date only one damsel with whom I will give my all and respect with my whole.

So there was this amazingly pretty lady who I have been chasing since eternity. Her stubbornness further pushed me to pursue her the more. I mean, men naturally likes competition and so was I. At a point I was tired but just then she started showing greenlight and it seemed as though God was compensating me for my initial struggles. This girl suddenly became my addiction and the slightest moment we were not together would be disastrous to both parties.

I shun other ladies even though I was hotcake. I focused all attention on her and things were going perfectly well until the day I introduced her to Johnson who happened to be just a classmate. The introduction was coincidental but then being my classmate and being the fact that he knew I had a girlfriend, I went on with the introduction.

Few days later, my babe, Feyisara started misbehaving. At first I thought it was a prank until it dawn on me someone was competing with my emotions in her.

And yes! She was a virgin according to her when we met, though her body structure and flexibility said otherwise but I was too blindly in love to notice anything, being that I was also one.

I shielded her from meeting my roommates because I did not trust them, they were only aware I was in a relationship, with whom? They had no idea. I was back from a night class one day because Feyi said she will be going home that weekend so I was on my own and decided to read that Friday.

I met the shock of my life when I entered the room and met my guys discussing a lady that gave two guys blow job at a party and ended up sleeping with others, one of whom was Isiaka in my room. I didn't bother until a video tape was passed to me and lo and behold, there she was, giving Johnson blow job at a party.

She told me she was called from home and all along she was having the fun of her life. I didn't react in the presence of my roommate as I just stormed out of the room in bitter anger. I cried myself to stupor that night and ever since then vowed to not only break as much hearts as possible but also to use and dump as much ladies as possible in retaliation of what has been done to me.

Ever since then, I have been known for my notorious playboy character, which attracts even more ladies to me as they all tell themselves of my professionalism in bed!

THE HEART BREAK THAT TURNED ME TO A PLAYER

THIS IS SUPER STORY!

PEARL - By: ABSOL

Dear password, I call you Pearl because it is the least close to the right word to describe you
If it is a sin to love you
I want to joyfully be a happy sinner
As far as I am concerned,
You are all that to me matter
And yes!
I am addicted to a lot of things
I am a drum addict
I am a book addict
I am a bloody talking addict
Among many others
But of them all, you are my greatest addiction
In whom I am consumed with passion
And even in the cold hands of death
I will still love you with passion
And if I end up in hell,
My body, soul and spirit will still burn for your love, with passion

©ABSOL

THE WARMTH OF THE BASEMENT - CHAPTER TEN

JIDE

My relationship with Juliet became more cordial and we got closer and closer day by day. I was careful not to disclose to her the truth but my emotions worked against me big time. And it wasn’t intentional, on this particular day, as usual, we were to have fun when she suddenly declined. I became furious and wanted to know why she will decline and reject me at the climax of events.
“What is wrong with you?” I asked after she pulled away from my grip in her birthday suit
“I don’t know, something does not just feel right” She replied trying to cover her nakedness.
“I thought you wanted this more than even I do” I responded becoming furious because my hardness needed to be satisfied and I was not ready to apply force with her any longer. Not since we started our mutual adventures.
“Yes I do, but I am sorry I have just been having a troubled mind. I need to reach my boyfriend, I just want to know if he is okay” She further said and I became more furious at the mention of boyfriend. Just when I thought I was already securing her emotions for my personal use, so she has been using me for her own pleasure and not me using her as I thought. The feeling hurts and at a point I asked myself if I was truly developing feelings for her.
“Did you just say boyfriend? Like you mean your boyfriend who sold you out to us to be used for rituals?” I uttered and felt like I have just made a terrible mistake. The statement got her unaware and she seemed to be processing it to get clearer understanding.
“Jide, you cannot be serious right now, you are kidding right? He cannot! Why will…”
“Yes he did, I am sorry I am telling you this but Segun sold you out. According to him, he needed to get rid of you because you were choking him and because of that he called Musa who is like the coordinator of our evil acts and discussed your matter with him before we came to abduct you that day at the Moremi basement.” I explained. But despite my explanations, her shock seemed to be greater and she almost collapsed before she regained her little strength to talk again.
“No! there must have been a mistake somewhere!” She said almost screaming out loud.
“What mistake?” I replied as I walked over to her in my birthday suit displaying my iron manhood to further entice her but it all proved abortive.
“I am not Segun’s girlfriend, okay just so you know, I am nobody’s girlfriend as of my time of abduction, it was Femi I was in love with and even him, we were not yet officially dating but due to some circumstances, we were playing along with each other but I was hoping he will officially ask me out one day and then we will make it official.” She said and finally broke down completely, an action of hers that got me more emotional and instantly my hardness dropped. The shocking revelation marveled me the more, and I started thinking, what if we killed her? She would have died as a wrong person.
“Then who is Segun to you?” I decided to ask as I sat by her side to comfort her of her shock. The truth has been said and I could not take back my words.
“Segun is just an adamant admirer that has refused to let me be despite telling him no every time he attempted because I never even liked him.” She further expressed herself as she let out the tears that have been gathering in her eyes. I could not stand looking at her shedding tears. She has suddenly become a large part of my life with the few days she has spent with me since I brought her in. I no longer go to buy food as she now cooked for us. We had more time to ourselves since the place was in solitude and just when I was thinking we were close enough, she brought up the issue of a Femi I have no idea of because all along, Segun has been the wicked boyfriend that I was aware of.  I decided not to make her talk or do anything again as we both just sat in silence. The thought of shooting my shot came boldly to my mind immediately during the period of silence but I did not want to seem as though I was playing on her vulnerability instead I decided to start the ending game of adventure all over again since she was no weaker. And yes, it was not fun because she was not herself, but then I satisfied myself notwithstanding.

You want more of the story? Expect more in the concluding series (The Hotness of the Basement). Thank you for the love shown so far. Kindly drop your comments and reviews so far. I love you guys and I promise not to disappoint you all.

©ABSOL

PASSWORD

My decision I have made against all odds
To forever remain only yours
The banner of my love for you I want to lift so high
So high it will be boldly visible to the most high
On the cocaine of your love I am high
It is the reason I cannot answer most of questions why?
Why I am so crazy about you?
Why I am so mad over you?
Why I am so much in love with you?
Why I am so proud of you?
All of them I have no answer to because unconventionally I have decided and will forever love you

©ABSOL

THE WARMTH OF THE BASEMENT - CHAPTER NINE

FERANMI

Seeing the news of the death of Femi got me so happy that I had to scream out loud! Finally I had my life back, I thought to myself. Time to start a new life on a fresh page. To read for exam became more interesting even though I was still heartbroken. Anthony has refused to look back, an action I did not hold against him. I accepted my fate and decided to move on with my life like that.
Being single again felt really strange, after a long time relationship with Anthony which I ruined myself. I desperately wished he looked back and reconsider his love for me. But, guess it was too late already. I decided to move on with my life and just let go of everything in the past and let past remain past.
I was busy reading for the paper I was to have next day when it suddenly occurred to me that up till that very moment, Juliet was still nowhere to be found. Although a lot of people already assumed she was dead already after a long search for her that proved abortive, her parents put a very huge amount of money on finding her and still nothing good came out of it. If she was truly dead, it will pain me because it will mean she died not knowing who Femi really was. I brushed aside the thought and decided to quit reading at ODLT 1 to step outside for a fresh inflow of oxygen into my body system. Every step I took reminded me of Anthony, we have always done that together playfully but now I was left to do it all alone.
I did not have appetite but decided to get something to at least sustain me for the night such that my reading will not be hindered. So I decided to move closer to the women selling snacks at the just some meters away from my place of reading but changed my mind at the last minute to rather visit rotunda instead. Quickly I moved into the beautiful oval room where the battle of hunger is fought and won but to my surprise I met something different. Anthony was the guy at the counter attending to people who have come to buy food. I almost collapsed but I held myself tight to avoid creation of any scene. He saw me and immediately I saw his handsomeness radiate like never before. I felt really guilty and filthy but I summoned courage to use that short period of time to speak to him and at least listen to his voice again. I have always known Anthony to be a hustler who liked to work for every penny that entered his wallet. I have prevented his hand from getting dirty during the period of our relationship by getting him everything he needed as and when due, most times he will reject but I have always overpowered him, at some point it was getting into me and I was becoming proud but I quickly cautioned myself in order not to make him feel less of a man.
“Sister good evening, what do we offer you?” He said enthusiastically with the best lovely voice I have come to know on earth. My heart beat faster as I looked for words to utter.
“Oh let me guess, one spoon of jollof rice, one spoon of fried rice and one egg with as much plantain as possible right?” at that point I could no longer hold my tears as he listed my exact regular order every time we have come to eat outside if I did not cook. Every attempt to hold the tears failed as words continued to fail me still. He handed over the ticket to me, and called for the next person, directing me to another guy that will serve me the food. Instead of serving it inside plate, I requested for a take away which properly done.
Just when I thought it was all over, the healing wound just got punctured all over again.

©ABSOL

HAPPY SUNDAY!

Let the mosquitoes scream in their sonorous tones
Let the ants jubilate as they match to His presence
Let the Lions roar!
Let the oceans join them and wave in their glory!
Let the thunder strike and give the crashing sound!
Let the heavens rejoice!
Let the earth laments no more!
Let the humans jump and shout for joy!
For it is another day to worship His Lordship
Another moment to in His presence worship and praise with passion
Another opportunity to tell of His excellent greatness
Another awesome moment to worship His majesty
So let us enter His gate with thanksgiving
His court with praises
For this is the day the Lord has made
We will rejoice and be absolutely glad in it.

Happy Sunday!

©ABSOL

FROM A SLIGHTLY BROKEN HEART - By: Odisi Joseph (Fyno)

How did I not see it from the very day we met that you are here to break my Heart

Perhaps my love for you clouded my sense of reasoning
And now like a broken mirror, I'm shattered

I fight the mental image of you in another Man's arms which kills my wretched soul every second
Your love makes me whole
This feeling is no worse than heart break

Will I ever ease the pain  in my heart?
Will the pain in my heart go with me to my funeral parlour?

I wanted love but I got betrayed
I wanted happiness but you gave me sadness

Thoughts of you keep destroying me but my love for you won't let go of you

I miss you

_From a broken Heart_

©Fyno

THE WARMTH OF THE BASEMENT - CHAPTER EIGHT

JULIET

Like every man will fall for what pleases their eyes, Jide lost his control and I finally got what I wanted but he will not tell me the truth behind my kidnapping and who sold me to them. We shared interesting and fun moments together that sometimes make me forget I was under captivity. He became more caring than ever before and my meals were no longer supplied but served as we started eating together on the same table. How I did it?

He came to supply my meal on that faithful afternoon and I decided to hit the red button immediately. Instead of being feisty, I succumb and let him know my walls were down. I opened up to him and made him realise how much I wanted a man inside me that moment. He was of course surprised but I have never heard of any man gentle and descent enough to reject sex, especially when willingly given and offered. He went for the bait in form offer and we made love to each other right there in the room he has been locking me all along. He was sweeter than when he used to rape me alongside his colleagues. He was more gentle, and a whole lot more romantic instead of the usual forceful entrance with no iota of gentleness nor romance.

And since then, it has been fun galore as he turned out to be much more interesting than I initially thought. Despite all his doings, the feelings for Femi and the desperation to see Femi and hold him again became even greater in me day by day. From nowhere, I suddenly started feeling that something was not right. I became more worried about Femi more than ever before. My desire to see him grew beyond my comprehension. What to do I knew not of but I must do something, I thought to myself. I thought of manipulating Jide using my woman power but I was sure to lose the battle and because of that I let go of such thought and instead started thinking of a better way to draw up an escape plan.

©ABSOL

ADVENTURE OF JESSICA (18+)

I was expecting no visitor and my boo cannot just be back like that
Walking over the mess on the floor of the room
I went to peep at who has come to disrupt my fun
Just then I realised it was the almighty buxom Angela
I decided to remain naked and allowed her in
Meanwhile, Anthony was hurrying to dress up
I asked him not to panic
Angela entered and was not surprised
"Tell me what I have missed" she sarcastically asked
"Maybe you can have a taste yourself" I replied pointing to the half naked Anthony

Angela was more professional that I was, and we have been involved twice in threesome
Even though this was unprepared for unlike the ones with David and Temilolu, but I sensed it will be just as fun.

Anthony was marveled and speechless
Before he could come back to reality, he was already boxer less
Angela did not waste much time as she grabbed his half erected dick
In no time, the half erected became fully erected
Remember I said Angela was more professional
With our saliva we jointly baptized his dick all over again
Leaving him to groan in pleasure

Sitting on the WC again
Angela with her big sexy ass sat on his rod
While I knelt before them to add further pleasure
The rhythm of Angela's Asa's sound on his laps
The matched moaning sound of all of us
The turn we took to have fun with him
And his final ejaculation on Angela's big breast all made the moment wonderfully fun and absolutely memorable

I AM THE JESSICA!

ÀBÙSÓÓLÙ N KÉ! By: Oluwasola Abiola Elisha

Ìgbà kan ò to lo bíi òréré
Ayé ò tó lo bíi òpá ìbon
E so fún jayé-jayé kí ó rora jayé
E so fún lògbàlogbà kí ó rora lògbà
Nítorí wípé kò s'éni tó mò'la
Bí ayé bá n ye ó l'énìí
Tí gbogbo ènìyàn n gba tì re
Rora jayé o
Àwon tó jayé lánàá
Wón wà nínúu kòtò  esè  méfà
Kí ló  wá  dé
Kí ló n se wá
Tí  a n fi whàálà  wá owó
Tí  a n fi ipá  wá orò
Tí  a n dá  ra  wa lóró nítorí owó
Tí  a n se ara wa níkà nítorí ipò
E ò se je kí gbogbo wa o tera mó sé
Kí a yan òtító síso láàyò
Kí a fi inú kan bárawa gbe
Kí ìlosíwájú leè dé bá gbogbo wa ni t'ako t'abo

Èyí ni igbe tí  Àbùsóólù n ke  tantan

ABSOL - 07032277508

©ABSOL

THE WARMTH OF THE BASEMENT - CHAPTER SEVEN

FERANMI

I was very much aware of the fact that I was going to lose Anthony after my confession, but notwithstanding, I had to because Femi was becoming a pin in my ass. He has almost turned me into a maniac and I just had to speak up to bail myself from blackmail every time. I have learnt my lessons that not all that glitters is gold. Anthony did not utter a single word to me till I left his place. I really loved him but no man will listen to my type of confession and want to continue with such a relationship. The pain was too much for him to forgive, even if he decided to forgive me, his mind will never forget the fact that I have been sleeping with his friend uncountable times while disguising as virgin to him. Yes I lied to him I was still a virgin and will like to keep it till marriage if he could wait, he was ready to and respected my decision but the shocking revelation did not only break us but broke him totally. I knew I was unfaithful but I have accepted that as my fate, at least I was finally free from the sex bondage of the beast called Femi.
“Anthony, I know I have really hurt you, but I was deceived by your friend long before we met, and…”
“Just leave never to come back please” I was not expecting anything less, in tears I picked up my bag and was set to leave, deep within me, I wished he will pull me back.
“But let history have it that, a guy lived that loved you wholeheartedly” Those words further broke me and brought more tears out of me. I did not look back because I knew he was already in tears, rather, I just walked out wiping my tears.
Over at the hostel, I was lucky enough not to meet anybody in the room, Tobi was gone for a retreat and Juliet has been nowhere to be found, everybody already gave up searching and I guess even the security will be tired by now. I locked myself up and cried till tears could no longer flow after drenching my bed with a whole lot of them.
Lecture free week was getting closer and I needed to brace myself up. I also needed to turn a new live and start all over again. I decided to put on my internet connection to check what was going on campus from the various groups I belonged to. Lo and behold, the first message I got was that of the death of a young man who was involved in a robbery attack at Aserifa and the robbers killed him by butchering him and cutting him into pieces. His name – Femi.

©ABSOL

YOUR PRESENCE - By: Rose Ashaolu Feranmi

I want you to know...
I miss you beyond words
I wish you were here on my wildest imagination
I'm thirsty for your presence in my deepest thought

Probably you don't know how I feel...
I feel like I am suffocating without you here
I feel I am battling for my life (you) here
I feel totally incomplete with your absence
I feel all this for you because...

Loving you is my best achievement
You've made me realise the reason for my existence
You've made my talents and visions emerge from hiding place
You've helped me understand life better, enabling me to communicate best

I hope to see and experience more of your love...
Because without you I won't be whole again
Your absence will return me to my innermost shell
Because am so used to your securing strong hands around me
And more of you will keep my life from endangerment

©EXPLORER...

THE MAN I LOVE - By: Àyànbùnmi Jésùtófúnmi

Have you seen the man I love?
Have you seen the one my heart beats for?
The one I have not seen but am dying for
The one who takes me to my dream land
And makes me a land lady
That is weird,right?
That is the power of love
Help me look for the man I love
I need to see the one my heart beats for all day
Even though he is invisible
Help me make him Visible
For his love is irresistible
I need to see the Man I love
I'm dying to see my love
Help me find the one my heart beat for
Though have not seen him
But my heart still beats for him
Because He is the man I love

©Jesutofunmi

SORROWFUL SONG... By: Rose Ashaolu et Oluwasola Abiola

I sing the song of a sorrowful man
Who gets back from work daily to a nagging woman
And can't lay his head at peace without trouble
Doing his best not to make his world crumble
Wouldn't mind any sacrifice to have a happy home
Hoping daily if just one holiday he could spend in peace at Rome
Or a place abundantly far away from home
Praying for sure a day he will become a boss of his own
Ending cruelty from the place he got apart from his home

I sing the song of a frustrated woman
Hoping if only her husband's heart she could win
Wishing her
Bitterly wishing her husband's life was shown to her
Still lost and confused on why the prince charming has turned a brutal beating monster
Who despite all, still wish to be with the man who claims to be so close yet so far

The frustrated woman, whose in-laws treat her as though a commoner
Enduring all pain yet hoping for better days
And praying if just for once her womb be opened
Bringing laughter without an end - at least if only to her

On the sol-fa notes of a writer I sing
Singing aloud the sorrowful part in in harmony
The sorrowful part of rejection, condemnation and frustration from countless publishers
Perhaps one day, he will write a story that will change his story

I sing the sing of a broken hearted girl
Who after giving all her love got nothing back in return
And most of her unknown mistakes counted against her
A broken hearted girl who hoped the love she had given out could be reciprocated
Wishing her trust could stand strong and never be betrayed
Hoping that forever as the flower in the spring, her love will bud

With the same voice in unison I sing the sorrowful song of a celebrity
Who to the whole world is in a relationship
Unknown to all that in loneliness such sail his emotional ship

I sing the song of an abandoned child
Who hope if only motherly love it could acquire
Wishing if only in the father's care and strong arms he could abide
Daily dreaming of possessing  a sense of living
And imagining a life with not too less and not too much to provide a comfortable future
The sorrowful song of a tormented child I sorrowfully sing still
Who wish daily necessities could be provided for
And hoping one day, from the cruelty of strangers he would be saved

I sing the song of a weary girl
Whose innocence has been used to act against her
Whose confidence and hope has gone down the pit of her being raped
And the society has melted out its prejudice upon her
While her predator walk down the street as a free man
But the circumstance of her being a victim has been used to stigmatize her
And she wish a day, though she know not of, hoping it's very soon, she would be vindicated

Bitterly I sing the song of a bereaved boy
Who at the early age of life lost relations to the cold hands of death
And he's left wondering if the cruel world he can survive
Hoping one day his scary story will change for good

I sing the sorrowful song of a fresh graduate
Whose curriculum vitae is up to date
Yet not job till date
Who do we blame? Him? Society? Government? Or his associate?

In the voice of a frustrated pastor I sing
Thinking if this calling is really his calling
Or a mere network error or mishap with his hearing

I sing the sorrowful song of a bike man (olókadà)
With two kids at home and a wife to feed
Yet due to lack of passengers, hardly make #1,000 per day
Maybe one day he will ride into his green pasture and be comfortable

We can continue to sing and sing endlessly
But in whatever situation you are
Be optimistic and endure
Because...
If sorrow lasts a night
Joy comes in the morning

©EXPLORER...🌹 et ABSOL

JEALOUSY

Watching you from afar in the company of another man boils my blood
It leaves me with a rage that cannot be expressed by word but sword
His throat I want to cut open
With his middle finger cut to stop the blood from flowing
That is how crazy I am about you
And how jealous I can be

©ABSOL

YOUR PRESENCE - By: Oluwasola Abiola Elisha

By:ABSOL

How my mood is I really don't understand
It's sometimes cloudy
Sometimes moody
And other times down
But I know when you come
It will not only again pick up
But certainly it will become brighter at the sight of your smile
For with your smile comes life
In the days of fatigue it is my strength
In times of sorrow, happiness it brings unto me
On time come unto me!
And bail me out of this boredom imprisonment.

©ABSOL

I REMEMBER US - By: Lydia DOSSA

I remember us..
I remember when you were the only source of my joy.
I remember when you would tell me I am pretty.
I remember using reading as a camouflage for seeing you.
I remember when you were my weakness.
I remember when we would play like toddlers.
I remember when you would give me warm hugs when I needed it.
I remember when we used to laugh about everything.
I remember when we used to dream about us.
I remember loving the word 'us' when you talk about us.
I remember when our love was reciprocating.
The question 'what happened ' is left unanswered.
You suddenly made loving you so hard.
The thoughts of you in my head suddenly turned bad.
We eventually separated after everything we have tried.
Today, my mind flashed back to all the love and lies.
And yes, I miss all the things we used to have.
But nothing can be done now, all is shattered.
Love is not what we now have,it is now a game of card.
That was us, I remember us.


©Priceless_Jewel😇

THE WARMTH OF THE BASEMENT - CHAPTER SIX

FEMI

The apartment felt like heaven. Mumu Juliet furnished it all up for me, she even bought a play station as well and since I have packed in, it has been from one fun adventure to the other. Lecture free was closer than imagined and I had to really start preparing for exam properly, even though I was always prepared. I wanted to start preparing for class when a strange number appeared on my phone.
“Femi” I said but the response I got was different, it was them. The people I sold Juliet to. Initially I was happy, maybe my money was about to be paid in full perhaps a politician has finally requested for parts of her body but the response I got was different and shocking. They could not kidnap Juliet and according to them, they saw her enter another car at the same place (Moremi basement) I told them to hook her up because I knew she will want to call me after the test that day and she will not want to do that inside her room, not when I knew Tobi was no longer in good terms with her. But since I did not get the call, I felt she was kidnapped already. It was over three weeks after and they were just calling me to tell me that they were unable to pick her up, so who could have kidnapped her? That was the question that ran through my mind and it weakened me immediately. It meant all the while that I have been expecting money from them, money was never going to come. I abandoned my preparation for class because they made demand for an immediate replacement and I was confused on who to lure into the game play. Just then, Feranmi came into my mind. Time to punish Anthony for his rudeness. Without hesitation I put a call through to Feranmi.
“It is Femi, where are you?” She was reluctant about asking and I was right with my guess, she was with Anthony at the moment and I heard her take excuse from him.
“What on earth do you still want Femi, I have given you everything you demanded” She said immediately she was out of anybody listening to her. And she was right, she has given me everything I have ever demanded as my apartment witnessed her presence for four consecutive days in which she lied to Anthony that she was going home for something urgent.
“Well, the story has changed now and I need to see you with an immediate effect, I will not mind if you can come to my place immediately”
“Femi, hell no! That is not going to happen, I am done with you and I am done with you niyen are you a sex machine? Don’t you get tired of it? Is it food?” She called my bluff.
“Then I guess it is high time Anthony gets to know about everything that has ever transpired between us” I threatened her again as usual.
“You know what? There is a popular saying that says the only way to bully a bully is to bully the bully and right now, you are not speaking to only me the phone is in the loudspeaker and your friend can listen to every damn thing you are saying.” She responded fiercely.
“That is an impossibility, I know you don’t have such courage”
“Well now she does, asshole!” Anthony’s voice came through and I was shocked immediately. The whole of me got destabilized as the phone dropped from my hand out shock thereby ending the call.
The set of guys I am dealing with are the cruel type that have no sympathy for anybody. You disappoint them, you go for it. I knew I was in trouble because I already told them to start coming thinking at the same time Feranmi will come and they will just grab her right in front of my door and cart her away, but the reverse is the case right now and I was confused on who else to call that will instantly come. Tobi, the nearest option was gone for a retreat outside the four walls of Ile-Ife, which automatically made her a no option, I cannot call Joy because she will not pick, not after what has happened. I over used her and she turned against me, just as Feranmi did. My head was not booting and just then there was a knock on my door.

©ABSOL