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Letter to Oluwanikan

They say time heals all wounds,

Mine is a stubborn exception

My heart still bleeds,

Shattered by your ugly deception 

Life happens, so they say

But the pain barely lessens 

Move on, comes their pitiful nudge

But I lay schooled by life’s lessons

How was I to know?

Beneath your childish figure,

Behind your shy courtesy,

Lay a deadly vixen,

Hid a glistening scimitar

With a smile brighter than the Rottweiler’s

You drove your dagger 

Some nine inches maybe more

Through my pumping heart

There I lie

Lost, bleeding and defeated

Like a victim of the Mafia’s drive-by

Even in the gloomy darkness 

Your smile doesn’t fade.

I’m sorry is all you’ll ever say

As you skip on your merry way

Vengeance is all I want

But my heart gets the best of me

Maybe I should end it all 

Maybe my time is up

But is love worth dying for

All these I think 

Even as I stare up the noose 

On which I wish to end it all

I tell myself I will live

I will return to the good old days 

Once again become the center of attraction

Even have a fling or two

Pass a bottle for me 

Maybe one for you

But the wound hurts the more

Even as the blade is drawn out

Time may heal the wound but the scar remains

Like an unfixable glitch

I have a life to live 

Maybe a little love to give

Because even a broken heart still beats…

                      By 

​Akporoghene Robinson Ajigheye

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ObangogoObangogo, a Tourist Monument On the Virgin Land of Kabba. 

If like me you love visiting new places, then this post is definitely for you and I’m glad I could share. 

Now let’s talk about Obangogo. This natural monument gracely sits on the virgin land of Owe-Kabba in Kogi State, Nigeria.

There were lots of amazing and supernatural features that should fascinate every individual, as it did fascinate me.  

From caves,  talking stone drum, a spring (of water) and a lot of wonderful features mere words won’t do justice to. 

Learn more about this fascinating place by watching the video you’ll find in the initial post HERE



Guest post from the NGK team. Original post can be found HERE 

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On our blog today…. 

Hi Dejavs, 

How are you all doing? Hope you all are having the best year yet? (Did I get a yes? #Dasgood☺#sendingbutterflykissestospiceupyourday)
 
I have a quick question for you guys. If you could spend a day in someone else’s shoes, whose would they be?  Why? 




My answer will come right after yours. Trust me you will be surprised whose shoes I’ll love to spend a day in. 

Meanwhile,  we have decided to bring back the profile club. It was one of the things people looked forward to every week on the blog. We had our reasons for scraping it but we sincerely apologize all the same. In case you are new and don’t know what the profile club is about,  we’ll advise you scroll up to where you have Pages and click on Profile club. It’s definetly something worth engaging in. 

Now to the biggest news of the day!   We are thrilled to announce that the blog is officially open for the year to guests post. As a rule,  you either write a story that depicts the  proverb of the week or you write something entirely different. 

The proverb of the week is “A liar is not believed when he speaks the truth.” 
Have a beautiful story you would love to share with the wonderful people of the blog? Then don’t hesitate to mail it to osasmaju@gmail.com 

We look forward to reading your story. 
PS.  Blog series are now slated for Thursdays 6.PM 

Guests Post will run all days of the week. 

Profile club comes up every Monday at 2P.M

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Fighting the Unseen Enemy

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Zulu could never understand why a person can be so bitter and what was more irritating was the fact that Bes dragged her bitterness to the table where they were suppose to be having a cheerful dinner.

Zulu sat eyeing her food, not because Bes wouldn’t stop talking but because she was still having the same biting pain in her stomach as with the day before and the day before that day. 

“We are living in a wicked world. Prayer is what has been keeping me going…” Bes cut herself short when she noticed Zulu was holding her stomach. “What is it? The same pain?” She asked,  worried. 

Zulu could barely nod her head. She managed herself up and walked over to the living room. Dinner that day was like a small feast because Bes’ daughter had clocked a year.

 
Bes was over in no seconds and  squeezed Zulu’s shoulder tenderly. “Koyór. I will advice you make a visit to the hospital,  self meds are not usually the best.” She said. 
Zulu turned and reached for the television control. Bes always made a big deal out of everything and sometimes she couldn’t just stand the things she says. 

“Mommy why is daddy not home yet with the cake?” Little Abigail called. 
Bes instead of attend to her daughter,  took her seat just beside Zulu on the arm chair. “You have been complaining about this stomach ache for as long as I can recall. Go to the hospital for check up,  you never know something might be building inside you.”

Zulu scoffed. “Something like what? I get that you can be overly worried and dramatic. But trust me,  this is nothing and it will pass. If you don’t mind my favourite show is on.” She said. Bes started to her feet quietly and walked over to the dinning. Zulu felt bad,  but she didn’t apologize. She wanted to,  but she also knew it wasn’t necessary. Ever since their mother died, Bes though took her under her wing,  had been acting too overprotective of her. She enjoyed being pampered sometimes,  especially with feast like this one she sadly couldn’t enjoy. But other times,  she would rather be alone and not be disturbed or shown too much affection. 

Her phone beeped, and she reached for it and went over the text message that came in. She smiled after reading it and replaced the phone on the chrome and glass table. It was a message from Efosa,  he was reminding her how much of a South African beauty,  she were. 

She wasn’t South African,  but her mother was and by blood she should be half South African,  half Nigerian since her father was a Nigerian. Efosa is one of her colleagues at work and undeniably the most handsome male colleague. Everyone thought and were assured that they were an item,  but the truth is they weren’t and although Efosa had been on her case for as far back as she can recall,  she would rather keep saying no to him. He is a flirt and although he keeps preaching change,  he could never qualify for her heart. She knew his kind. Femi promised her that he would change,  so did Daniel,  and Kingsley. Uche was a lot more different and she could vouch that she was the only girl he was dating as at that time,  but they couldn’t last a year together because of trust. She would rather take her time to heal before she dev right into another relationship. Although she couldn’t deny the fact that her adrenaline pumps each time she sees and walk past Efosa. He’s as tall as a basketball player, she’s also a tall girl and have always had a thing for handsome, tall,  chocolate skinned men. 

Christmas party at work, was two days away and for some reasons,  she had worried herself over the killer outfit to wear. Others had talked about looking simple,  but you never know and she didn’t want to be the least dressed. She stopped thinking abruptly,  what had come over her? When had she ever cared about these things,  she enjoyed being socially awkward because of the peace it brings her. It never helped with her previous relationships and she never looked forward to changing that part of her. But now,  without any prompt notice she was concerning her self with the party at work. It had to be because of nothing,  she assured herself. 

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“My goodness!” Efosa exclaimed,  as his hand found its way down her waist. “You look…”he paused for what seemed like a thousand years. “Absolutely stunning.” He said,  not taking his eyes off her. He pulled her slowly with him to the dance floor and forgot everything and everyone else,  as did she. She couldn’t explain this feeling of having him next to her,  she couldn’t understand why the others wouldn’t stop looking at her,  slowly she began to feel somewhat,  maybe she overdressed, maybe it was obvious she did everything for Efosa- there she just admitted. As the music faded,  Efosa pulled back slightly and lifted her chin slowly… her heart raced at the realization of what was about to happen,  but everything after that went blank. 

Zulu ran her palm across her forehead as she tried to sit up in bed, she couldn’t quite believe she was at the hospital and wasn’t about to ask “What happened?” as with most characters in annoying Nigerian movies. The door opened shortly and Efosa entered,  looking pale and his sleeves rolled up at both arms.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked. 
Zulu wasn’t sure how to answer the question. Was she pregnant? No,  it couldn’t be,  as much as she wanted to stare at his face and dwell there,  she looked away. “Tell you what?” 

“That you were suffering from food poisoning. How long has it been? You have to take things like this serious,  or else something might go bad… I can’t lose you.” He said,  in a faint whisper. 

Zulu could feel a twinge of pain,  she turned slowly to look at him. She could see that he meant what he said,  she could see that he was disappointed in her,  like her sister Bes had always been. “I don’t eat out.” She managed between sobs. “I don’t know how it came about,  it comes and go.”

“And you would rather do nothing about it? I have seen people die of food poisoning. You passed out Zulu,  who knows what it might be tomorrow.” He said angrily. 

Zulu turned her head to face the curtains. He was right and she knew after this time,  she would not want to fold her arms and do nothing. Without warning,  Efosa bent over and kissed her passionately. She was shook, she least expected to be kissed by him and for the kiss to be this good. She closed her eyes and inhaled his cologne which was making her feel weak at her kneels. She wanted more, but he pulled up gently,  her cheeks flushed from embarrassment. 

“I’ll be back. The doctor advised I see him shortly.”

“I thought you were just there?” she asked, not hiding her disappointment that the kiss was short. 

Efosa chuckled. “No,  was at the rest room.” He pecked her on the cheek and before stepping out of the hospital room, turned to look at her once more. 

Zulu could feel the entire zoo fluttering in her stomach. She kept asking herself,  if the kiss just happened,  and she couldn’t quite believe that she had been denying herself of the feelings that had been kicking at her heart. The door opened shortly and she turned around at once, but was rather disappointed that Efosa wasn’t the one. 

“Hi.” Miriam said as she walked slowly to the bed. 

“Hi.” Zulu greeted. Miriam was a colleague at work,  and they hardly ever talked and she was rather surprised that she came visiting,  but anyways,  she might have created a big and worrisome scene when she passed out. 

“Is Eff here?” she asked,  almost stuttering. Eff was the nickname everybody went by for Efosa. Zulu shook her head. “Okay. I’ve… I’ve… I’m sorry Zulu.” She broke down in tears and Zulu was rather disturbed. Was she about to tell her that she was dating Efosa? Because she wouldn’t be surprised. “I am sorry for everything. I know we don’t talk at all and that I wasn’t even suppose to act the way I did,  but you see,  jealousy won’t let me be great… I have always wanted Efosa,  all the rumors that sprung from him being a flirt, were created by me. He has always had his eyes on you… just you.” She said. 

Zulu drew a breath,   now that was something. She felt a bit relieved and happy. Her Efosa wasn’t a flirt,  now that was a start. For a moment she got lost and hadn’t quite captured Miriam’s last statement. “Excuse me?” she asked, unsure of what she heard. Her heart racing fast against her chest as she looked surprisingly at Miriam. 

“I am responsible for your frequent stomach unrest. I always add some substance to your food while you are not around. Please I’m sorry and please Efosa or anyone else can’t learn about this,  or I’ll forever be doomed. I’m so sorry…” she picked her bag hastily and walked out of the room,  almost bumping into Efosa on the way. 

Zulu was too speechless for words. She couldn’t believe her ears, she had never been the type to blame anyone for anything going on with her and couldn’t quite believe all that Miriam had told her. This was the second but devious shock she was getting in a day. She kept thanking God for sparing her life,  something she hadn’t quite done in ages. She prayed shortly. Something Bes had always advised her to do,  something she knew she would be doing from henceforth. 

“Zulu.” Bes called,  as she stepped into the hospital room with Efosa. “What happened?”

Zulu couldn’t look away this time, as with the other times she had felt her sisters questions bugging, but didn’t quite know were to start from. 

~Fighting the unseen enemy,  we use our strongest weapon,  prayer~



Inspired by a powerful testimony.
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Appreciation Post 

One of the many thoughts that filled my head this morning as I ambled down my imaginary stairs,  had been that of taking out time to appreciate each and everyone of you. Thanks for always being there,  I can’t thank you all enough for supporting my craft from day one. 

Thanks for the lovely comments,  shares, and likes on the blog.  I would’ve long given up on writing if you guys weren’t reading and leaving those wonderful comments of yours. Thanks for not letting me down when I needed your votes. 

I made some really great friends this year, some of whom are writers and editors. I appreciate you all. 

To Ebuwa Idubor my best friend,  thanks for always listening to my craps and for not being afraid to tell me so. 

To Eddie who is my number one fan 😝, thanks for (I don’t know what). 

Thank you Kenneth for editing my work “Butterfly kisses” Sorry for all the times I stressed you.  

To Francis Fara, thanks for also taking out time outta your busy schedule to edit my work.  

I’m not gonna end this post without saying a very big thank you to Obehi Iyayi,  thank you darling. Thanks for constantly showing support even without my asking. 

Thank you Mr Rex for being my mentor. (critic of the century)   

You all made my year. 

I  can’t wait to share the story I’m working on with you guys. Stay tuned to the blog and Facebook page

Cheers to a New Year!