She Won!

"You are mean!'
Went the hiss marked chants of the maddened crowd
Howling stick and stones that may miss or hit
Hoping that they hit more than they miss

She willed her weary frame from ducking
Embracing the incessant pain from hitting objects
Wondering how she got here
She got sucked into a reverie that dulled the numbing noise

She had meant well
She always did, didn't she?
She never shied from spilling truths
Perhaps shared a bit too cold a little too often
But it was truth and she would rather serve cold than not

There could be no greater disservice to humanity
Than truth withheld
Nothing more harmful or heart wrenching
Than face filled of deceitful smile
And false encouragement
The silent traits of traitors

She started to fall and fade
A last mocking smile spreading across her face
A smile that frenzied the already mad crowd
Her eyes started to close as warm liquid trickled down her nose
She would do it over and over again if she could
She hit the ground with a thud of finality
And an unshakable smile that said she had won
She won!

Copyright 2015 @ Seyi Ogunsi

The Thigh Rub

This kind bus life, nawa oh! It is only God that will help me keep my sanity oh. What happened?

Okay, let me start off by saying I am not really into all that body-contact thing, especially with people I don't know. Yeah, I know we ladies always have our bags on our shoulders or arms; or our purses in our hands but the menfolk just usually shove their wallets in their side or back-pockets. I have absolutely no quarrel with that.

What I have a problem with is that a brother who knows his wallet or money is in his pocket will not remove it before entering buses where we are all cramped together like sardines, No. He waits until the conductor requests for money , then he starts to dig into his pocket in that horridly tight space, inadvertently rubbing against your thighs. 

The more respectable ones have learnt how to raise their lower body to avoid appearing to be groping females but the careless ones will even elbow your boobs (insert wide eyes here). I mean, what is so difficult in bloody getting your bloody money out in time? What?

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Knees in the Flesh

No! No! No! No! No!

I can't take this, I really can't. What is this about now? You took a bus and paid your fee and so did I but somehow, your knee is digging into my bum from behind. What is that about? You really can't say you can't feel it so, why won't you sit properly in the bus?

Well, yours truly won't accept any of that BS so I deal with it almost immediately...

"Oga, please sit up", I'd say
"Excuse me?" He'd retort.

By now, fight lovers and aprokos are now watching or pretending to be looking ahead though their invisible aproko ears are stretched.

"I said, 'please sit up. Your knees are digging into my bum'"

...and there goes endless expressions from all corners of the bus: The shock, the smile, the quiet chuckle, the boisterous laugh, the head shakes, the rebuke and of course, that embarrassed flush on the face of my bum-harasser as he scurries to sit up as instructed.

There... the balance of the universe has been restored and now  I can go back to my struggle against soaking up other people's sweat in peace.

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Lessons From Series

The average Nigerian youth has one or two series s/he follows almost religiously. Me? There are ten (10) I follow consistently, about three (3) I watch only out of boredom and another three (3) that I have watched from start to finish.

I'm sure some of you are gasping at the numbers or perhaps you are wondering how I keep up without getting the stories all mixed up. I honestly wish I could explain too but I really can't. I figured if I devote some much time to watching series, then I must be able to task myself to draw vital life lessons from them, or else, I give them up all together. So that is what this page is about; drawing life lessons from the series I watch.

Let's see how it goes!

Tales of a Commuter

I know it has been quite long I was here last; okay, its been over a year. Some of you are even tired of encouraging me to come back on here; well, I am back now. Can we kiss and make out now?! Ooops! Sorry, I meant make up; its the bloody autocorrect (yeah right).

I am back on my free-spirit zone and I have something new too; I present to you the Tales of a Commuter. You see, the past one years has left me exhausted and weary of public transportation and since I tend to rant about it on Facebook every now and then, I figured I might as well make it a series here. They will mostly be short stories so don't  worry about long reads.

Welcome me back!