Immersive Yarns

 In my senior secondary school, what I was much known for was isolation: I was always alone, crestfallen and was already perfecting plans to give up on life. My dispirited demeanour wasn't the only outline one could conveniently pick up about me then, my entire life was a ridicule. I entered my senior secondary two as the youngest of a class with population of eighty-three. Being the youngest in class meant I had to endure bullying, contempt, and disesteem from almost all of my classmates. My school, a local community school with the grace of delivering to it's wild plank-headed students a 100% external examination success rate was much of a celebrated jungle. Like the city of Paris where everything literally happens, my buffalo school had in attendance people of various bearings and addictions; creatures mistaken for humans. One of such persons was Sebastian, but for our wooden-head sake, we nicked him Seb. Known for his indifference towards academics, Seb was also one who gav

 Isabella was my crush for some donkey years before now. That is not so again. She is presently my girlfriend 002, at least that is what am fancying. My journey in the ministry of girlfriend and women affairs started eight years ago, at a time I was just an innocent ten years old boy. All that mattered for the boy was a well concocted meal(especially ones brought in from burials, weddings, and other food-sharing ceremony of any kind), a sound sleep, and deep sincerity to God. Being the youngest child and the only son in a family of four was an added advantage to my hobbies. Aside eating and sleeping, my third area of expertise which doubled as my best hobby was idleness. And that fetched me enough beating from my senior sisters. However, although I was always flogged by the sisters, I was pampered by my parents considering that I was yet their only male offspring: the one who would possess their inheritance. These circumstances added up to embolden my devil-may-care attitude, as I was

 As a young boy from a good cultural background, my wish for the new half of the year was traditional — I needed to begin a search for a girl I could gladly call my own. For the scripture itself admits that he that finds a wife finds a good thing and would obtain favours from the Lord. I was determined not to go for the village-residing young females again but for city returners, as I have lived in the village all my life. This was necessary especially as my dignity among the female folks of the village was gradually receding. My immediate past girlfriend which I considered to be my only source of solace was in actuality the only source of solace to five other boys. Now as someone who heard more and talked less, I wasn't surprised about the numbers of boys she has admitted love to, and how she could in certainty love all six able-bodied males, but by the way she kept each of the lovers unknowing of the other. To further put sand into the garri of a love that presumably to her never

 The society makes it seems as if relationship is an achievement! 🤨 How? Day one would witness a girl rant about how she's finally landed in a relationship, with a purported love of her life! This followed several sex escapades which we weren't deemed important to know about. From day two to several months, it would all be blissful - late night calls(we won't still hear about those ones), video calls and “i love you texts”. After these, poems would begin to instance on the beloved-couples's social media accounts extolling the gratifying physical appearances of each other, intermixed with promissory of a no-entry-no-exit. Again, both shared each other these. For several donkey-months after  , we hear nothing of our celebrity couples. Insider reports (as there would be) rumors about the hate the male and female have recently developed for each other. Infact, our model husband and wife have taken turns to drop cryptic social media messages meant to vilify each other. This

You don't need to counter every claims or undermines made upon you on social media or platform of any kind. Naturally, when we feel we've been belittled or thought less of, we tacitly try to fool around a little; flaunting our ‘little achievements’ consequently. It often appears apparent in schools, or any other places where there're comity of persons. There, taking advantage of your secluded demeanor, you might be regarded subordinately. However you don't need to prove you are actually affluented, impressive, gifted, seasoned, or an accomplished individual to anyone either immediately or at any other time. There's no justification to allowing pride to overwhelm you into fooling around in the delusive contentment of proving oneself. Here's why! In any major social event, what do you instinctively notice? Everybody does his her own things, and to put it technically, they are self-absorbed. They care less about your doings, and wouldn't want you to delve much

  🔖 You feel alienated from others because they don't seem to understand you? 🔖 You are scared your secluded demeanor might hinder your chances in the long run? 🔖 Or are you ruminating about how detrimental your present daring adventure might land you into in the arriving days? Growth is uncomfortable, and it's okay to continue functioning in a way that seem queer to others but productive to you as far as it builds a better individual in you!  Dare to be a better you! It’s okay to live a life others don’t understand, a live worthy of you!

After many struggles, physically and supernaturally, I finally got admission to study engineering in a prestigious University. My mother, a devoted member of the revered 'prayer warriors' fellowship of our church bought me a Scripture Union daily devotional, as she wouldn't be able to keep an eye on me any longer while I was in school. However, to show her how earnestly I yearned to follow in her footsteps, I went to the market to buy a new big Bible, an iroko-sized one. I wanted the one which I could be able to place on my bed as pillow, and lay down my big head fully basked in the hallucinating realm of the Almighty. More necessary was it for me to get a Bible as I thought my village witches were hindering my progress in my educational development. With my two five hundred naira notes and some lower currencies which I do glean out from the remainders obtained from shopping errands, I confidently boarded a motorcycle to market. The ten minutes ride to the market was the mo

    The excitement of travelling in an airplane for the first time was terrific, even as we had only to settle for economy-class. My neatly packed luggage laid beside me all the time in the airport, and so was my aunt’s. I had made myself a promise of not falling victim to the macho-looking touts whom Lagos returners usually narrate do seize items from innocent newcomers. The excitement of having to scare them with confidence innundated my thoughts; I was an exemplary smart gentleman, my nacissist self kept presenting. My aunt's name is Diana; she is tall, heavily-built, and regularly assumes a devil-may-care countenance. She was a jovial companion to be with, and that betrayed her flair and exuberant youth to me. She seldomly wore a disciplined look but like a billy goat who could never hid it's identity, the scent of my aunt's past was always laid open to me by her actions. Aunt Diana is the youngest daughter of my maternal grandmother. She was in her mid thirty but her l

Greater numbers of people feels quivery whenever they appear in the presence of the person they have romantic affection on. The remaining percentage either possesses a unique gift of boldness or merely feigns liking for the person. I remember when I was in secondary (first year), I hardly talked to girls, and I feel that I still can't relate well with girls presently even when it's not about courage. In my JSS1, I only had discussions with girls that were my sister's friend. I hardly talked to ones my troubling mind thought were romantic; I wouldn't have survived looking them straight in the face. Although the affection was there, the body wasn't willing to act, so I had to continue sighting my numerous crushes from afar. It was an exciting and yet, a burning task. Exciting in that you keep day-dreaming of a time you would come to cage the rare beauty, and burning because although you visualize talking to them, other are easily actualizing your day dreams with re