Hathele

I cannot miss you. Those were my thoughts few days before you left... Again, on the day before you left, I knew some how that I would miss you; but not so much. I even told you that the one thing you prefer to eat, is the only thing, that when I see it, I would remember you... Those words hurt you, but you hide it and said "O!" Now everywhere I went with you, reminds me of you: The road we walked, the bus and places we talked about, Even walking, reminds me of You. And the most painful of all is, I was never able to hug you good bye. If you call, I will break down and tell you I miss you. No longer will I be that strong girl that will miss you again, If it means hugging you tightly, I would. Of it will give me a better memory than saying goodbye with a hand shake. Chai! I cannot believe I had the opportunity to hug you and love you, but "hard girl-Hard girl" has deprived me of it. Call back, come back lets play the day before again.

Marriage is a legal Union between a Man and a Woman. As for me, I feel its just a higher form of friendship-commitment; and since it seemed like people do not believe in these, I just ignored the institution all together.  To say the Truth, for Many Years it has never been my dream, I mean, you could say I had Phobia for marriage.     But Then, I saw amazing marriages. Peoplewho mutually worked and who tried to be friends though knowing their imperfections. Marriages like that of Isaac Imeh and Cecilia Roselyn, Pst Paul and Becky Enenche, Pst. Abel and Racheal Damina. And now, Marriages of Nhira Brian & Sonia and that of Jamie Grace and Aaron Collins. I know it is from mutual obligations and diligence it gets better, it is what I prefer. It is better than having a glorified man, who thinks he is better than you, and you are under his feet. A man who feels like you are only meant for procreation and coitus. And it is better than having one spoilt small min...

Every day becomes a Craving, Just seeing A Glimpse is okay. So I open all doors and Windows, Just to see His walk and smiles and gets makes me Gaga. On one of these days He noticed me. "Shy girl come out, you can be mine." I rushed out leaving my teddy, After all I no fit carry Last. Its been years, and the Shy girl is now a Bold Woman. Bolder and stronger in the Knowledge of Her beloved. He is to me 'The Beyond the World'. He's Smiles are pleasurable to my heart Oh! How His hurt Crack Opens mine Heart. Athough organic, it rents to powdery particles like Ceramic. My Love.., My Love for you knows no Worlds Your love, is as Sure as you for me. As long as I can see, I know and love you. Oh! Thanks my eternal love! Loving you is everything I live to do. Not a rhythmic Poem, but the silent Cries of my Heart . (C)Deigratiaethel2019

I remember when I saw the numerous Enemies we had to fight. Major General seyi(a qualified Paramedic) said to all: This is what all those rigorous training were mearnt for. Today, you will either die to save your country and have our children live safe lives, or you will tell the victorious stories of your dead regulars who died to give our families safety in the Nigerian territory. As if waiting for him to conclude, a bullet went right through his hip,  and he screamed "take Cover!" I rushed to him, dragging him behind a tree, at the same time, trying to stop the bleeding . Others kept fighting to maintain our defence. Looking at my friend, I felt like throwing up, as I saw the way his hip bone had been grinded by the powerful effect of the enemies A1 automatic riffle. I told him to hold on, but he told me to let go. By the Severity of the injury and the fact that our relief would be arriving in three days, he knew he wouldn't make it. Dearies, I may not have died...

It is so hard to watch you post happy things about yourself. It is even more painful to know you could be this peaceful without me in your life. The promise to be Sisters forever was now. I never knew your forever promise was meant to be fulfilled spiritually and not from the Physical. I have asked what happened to us? but you said "nothing has changed". But please! Everything has! For Christ's sake, you cut the call just to put off  the light; or check with your eyes if the bus was there. Sadly, you've never called back. Now I see you use the same terms you once use to use on me  with others. I do not mind sharing, but it sure hurts to be erased. When I post good stuff, I become your sister again. Ni mean, I just mean a 'Sister' only on comments on posts. You see me online and ignore to send a 'hi' I have 'weaved' and 'hi'(ed) you , so much that I feel I have abused those options. Everyone thought we were blood due to our...

         I Struggled with so much pains that I wished I got no heart to feel them. I tried crying at night but it was too sad, lonely and dark, so I said to myself.. 'I will seek solace in the day. For I know I will not break down before people...'     When the day eventually dawned, I faced everything with Smiles and boldness; so much that no one notice that I was too tired of being strong. How I wish they could see my desire for the night to come, so I can stop pretending. Oh! How I wished.     That was the Stage I was, before I met Mrs. Mope (my former Boss). Aunty as I later hot used to calling her, never took me as an employee, aunty listed and cared for me as a younger Sister and a mother. She made me know that I could always find a family in hers and that everything would be fine one day.   Aunty Mope's Life what is good, but she still works for herself. She raises her kids In a Godly Amazing way and also ...

My Name is eoni. (Laughs) People find it hard to pronounc e it; but it is pronounced as A-O- Ni . I am 5" 8 chocolate Skinned 26 years old Busan Girl.    I am one you can call a Crushee. I Crush a lot on guys, but I try not to let it get the best of me. Please do not ask me about my Parents; but if I have to say, my Korean Momma has Separated from my Korean Poppa! So, since i am of age, I live alone in my rented apartment at Busan.     This story is actually not about my parents, its about an accusation from the one I love. Oh! Erase love. it is loved (thinking out loud), I have decided to forget it no matter the hurt. I met Hung nim in one of our Church Youth camp Meetings ( my church believes a youth is one between the age of 18 to 49 years of age. Also, Our camp meetings are like social services to the Community. To this effect, we camp and work for 5days in any appointed Community. The Camping Entails teaching the locality Entrepreneurship, givi...