JOY NGOFAA'S BLOG

Today is Valentine, Jacob broke up with you over the phone because you wouldn't send him your nude.  Although you don't care too much,  a breakup is always a breakup. So thanks to Jacob,  your day was spoilt. You're a teacher in a Primary school, your dream job. It's not exactly about the money, you just love kids or  probably as your life coach says, "you exist" that is; 'ex' you were in the past,  'is' you are in the present,  and 't' you will transcend to the future.      "What's on the time table, Timi ?" you ask the nine year old you had chosen as the class captain.         "Extracurricular activities, Miss Bunmi" she replies.         "Okay children, go to the changing rooms and get into your play clothes" you say, rising from your seat. They start to leave the class.  Boys to the room on the left,  girls to the room on the right. You start to leave the class when your phone rings. In

Alone with her My thoughts rage wilder My soul is lifted Though my body resisted My heart still insisted. Even without putting up a show; She peeps through my soul All I see is shadows Where all my fears wallow What will you have me say? My heart races than usain My thoughts could sink an ocean Silent Words too heavy for Samson Wish I could have them spoken But as usual she made to leave And am still lost in disbelief She's had me in friend zone Together but am riding solo. As she leaves me in shadows And am now naked as the snow Written by: Daniel Etim

It was just another of any usual evenings for me even though it was valentine's day, until Max showed up at my door, in the most adorable way.   Sisi my roommate was out of town for her special Valentine treat planned by her boyfriend. Even though I had shared some of my Valentine fantasies with Max during some of our conversations, I had never expected him to play on it. I met Max about eight months ago,  at a friend's birthday party. I wasn't a party lover, but Lucy convinced me to attend with her usual line "you don't have a social life". So I attended the party more as an escape from the downward spiral my life was taking.  While everyone was dancing and drinking their lives out,  I remained seated in my seat with my head ducked in my phone.  That's when Max came alone. We got along quite well. We talked and talked and he made me laugh. We exchanged contacts and began to see each other more often. When he asked me to date him,  I accepted. Max had just

Continued from part 1.                                  If you missed part one, click    here I fear that I let them do it to me.  I fear that I gave them avenue to use me, to hurt me.  Deep down in my heart a voice says "no you didn't "      Bill says "no you didn't "      But it's obvious, isn't it?  After mum remarried when I turned fifteen,  that was when the self stabbings and cuttings started.  I think I gave them the cue.  Mum, a career woman was rarely at home. According to her,  she remarried for me. So that I can have a man figure in my life.  I was always left with mum's husband and my step brother.  That was when the blood began dripping and the smell began seeping out.  I bet they could smell it.    Dad,  as I had to call mum's husband,  raped me.  It didn't seem like a rape to me though. Somewhere in my mind I had anticipated it,  schemed and made the setup. And it seemed he had  walked into my trap,  even when h