Learning to breathe

Archive for the month “September, 2012”

Tchink and Eden

Hello people!

I’ve decided to put up posts once a week (most likely Thursdays) and I pray to God I follow through on this. The year is quickly coming to an end and I’ve had time to think and put things into perspective; I want better things for this blog. A lot of em. I don’t ever want to be too busy for my primary blog 🙂 So here’s the deal: I was going to put my new story on a friend’s blog but i changed my mind and i’m putting this up on mine. It’s a little different from everything I’ve ever written and i’m  pretty excited to get started on it. I hope y’all enjoy reading it as i’ll enjoy writing it

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A Heart That Can Break

Melting, flaring, weeping, dying
One of the best things in life is feeling
Feeling the loss of a friendship
Feeling the loss of a relationship
And the beginning of one
Feeling sympathy for the old man repairing shoes down the street
In the heat of the sun
In the light of day
Feeling my heart swell for the newborn fingers that grip my thumb ever so gently
Feeling, and possibly smelling,
But most likely feeling the fragrance of body wash
As it mingles with steam in my nose
Feeling the hurt that flies out of your mouth when you’re angry
Feeling my heart swell with assurance of unfailing love, protection and attention

Simply feeling

I want a heart that can break
I want tears that I can make
I want laughter that I don’t have to fake
I want to feel everything and anything
I want all the emotions there are to take
For I fear that if I cannot feel
I’ll start dying slowly and surely
Pain, pleasure, awe, love, ate, courage, fear

I want it
And I embrace it with the near blindness of the old man down the street with cataracts

What’s New?

When I started this blog. I thought I would blog every single day. Then about a month after that I resolved to blog every week. Soon after that, I began to think “two posts a month” and then little by little my resolve to blog at all slipped into oblivion. Boo hoo sad story

Anyway, I’m almost through with my exams and I think it’s time to pick up this blog from the ancient chest I locked it in and start fresh 🙂 It’s back to writing stories and blogging attempts at poetry from my clutter of a mind! I’m not going to give a particular time table for writing, I’ll just write the stories as they come, when they come.

If you did not read Orin’s story that got this blog over 1200 views you should get to it here and start from the first chapter “Glass Thoughts” and then of course I got me an online journal and that’s what’s been eating up most of my free time, if you’re interested, you can read here and follow if you want.

I love Panda’s new post it’s concise but it’s intense. And I’m sure y’all would like it too.

I’ve got an exam this morning so, I’ve got to run. Thanks for stopping by to read! Have an awesome Tuesday!

Think of Me

“She is such a snob” 




“Because she has money now nobody will hear word again”


“<em>I tire o!</em>”


“But which one is you people’s business now?”


“<em>abeg!</em> Comfort of the afflicted, just shift to one side if you know you are going to support her”


“I’m already going <em>sef</em>.<em>Nawa</em> for you people.” 


“Nawa for you too.” 





Deola is such an amazing colleague. She always has a kind word to say. I wish I could be like her anytime my husband has something silly to say but hurtful words always find their way to my lips and in return they claim a well aimed blow as their prize.


Deola tells me to be patient with him but she has no idea. After all, she has never been married. 


She can’t understand.


Yet as she squeezes my hand in hers, all I feel is understanding. 


Comforting reassurance.


“You’ll be fine.” She tells me.





I can’t understand what Deola is so afraid of. Sometimes, I think if I go on one knee to propose to her she will have a cardiac arrest. Can’t she see that I love her? That I want to spend the rest of my life with her? Isn’t it obvious? 


We will have yet another long argument about us this evening when we meet up for dinner. She has to listen to me. If not, there’s not point carrying on with a relationship that will not lead to having a certain Mrs Kuye. 


I love her but if she doesn’t agree to marry me, she does not love me. 





There’s something about this woman that comes to the pharmacy every now and then. Always during my shift. I think Tunde has an eye for her because he always wants to attend to her when she comes. 


I could honestly say that I am jealous of her. She does look like she has it all together. She wears the nicest weaves, she’s tall, beautiful, has a nice car. What more could she want?


Yet, she buys the oddest things.


Anti-depressants, sleeping pills, painkillers and bath gel. Aren’t those for people with problems? People like me? 


What on earth could she need them for? 





These people don’t know me. They don’t know who I am. They don’t know what I’ve been through. They don’t know what I’m about. 

Something Something Block

It’s been agesssss!

I feel so guilty for not writing anything. Sometimes, I think it’s because I don’t have any story or poem to write about or any 5 year old to complain about or any more letters from God.
I’ve been so busy with school and my swivel-chair emotions that I haven’t had the patience to pen something. Anything

Sometimes, I think up the beginning of a story but I’m too lazy to actually do the writing. I wish my phone could read my mind so I won’t have to bother with all this typing.

Anyway, now, I’m at the point where I want to write but I don’t know what to write about. I don’t want this blog to be my online journal (I already have that) and I don’t think I want it to be a cocktail of everything (which I’m sure sometimes tastes like a nasty drink) so I thought it would be a good idea to ask my readers what they think I should do with my mess of a mind. There’s too much up there and I could be such a klutz!

Okay, okay, I’m done. Before you hiss and say “What a waste of time”, tell me what to do with my blog. Right now, I have a good mind to give it out so someone else can do the blogging. I’d rather have that than have nothing (or a cocktail of nothings)


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