As quiet steals my midnight slumber

I lie awake eyes bright and ponder

What lies ahead in the future yonder

What doth faith hide behind her doors

Lonely has become my perfect winter

A different night, a different spinster

Sweet lies as we lay comforting  each other

As our bodies brew the perfect storm

She came, she saw, and lays here conquered

I’m wide awake, she snores, believing I love her

My heart is numb. My conscience bothered

“But beauty is you personified, Nude on all fours”

And come tomorrow, I’ll flirt with danger

My penny for her pound of flesh

For I have learned to love a willing stranger

And watch my heart, return to ash

                                                                                                                 POET X


West side Diaries…

So it happens at this junction

Where his Life must take a turn

Now his heart has seized to function

And he’ll watch the bridges burn

Asides malice, there’s no option

For while it lasted it was fun

from the chalice of destruction did he sate his thirsty loins

Two kisses later and at her instructions 

Did he feel her moistened groin

And to the wind he threw caution

As his genes and Hers did join

Sprawled beneath, her mission close to perfection

She watched, as his deed destroyed

Her make up smeared in the heat of passion 

And each thrust she did enjoy

His mind went to his wife and kids

Hers to his bulging purse

And as he came to in ecstasy

She knew that he was lost

Six years of a life long sentence

How cruel This life we Live

His 69-year-old heart did give up

And she’s a murderer of the first degree




ps: sorry for the long absence. life happened. hopefully i am more consistent this year. happy new year and have a beautiful weekend


A tale of Two … (ATOT) ep 5

if you missed the previous episodes you can cath up here
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Disclaimer: names used in this work are fictional, events also. just had to put this here as i await the backlash that would follow. hahahaha happy weekend

A tale of Two…(ATOT) … ep 4

” i pointed out to you the stars and all you saw was the tip of my fingers”

For Jenny…


It’s been nine months since Tim did what he did. Her time away aboard all nine months, did nothing to heal her Stead, she reels just as much today as on the day it happened. With a bowl of Fruits and fibre soaked in milk in hand as dinner, she caught a keke napep ride down memory’s bumpy lane, one that she seldom did.


Tim and Isabela shoulder bumped into a meet some 12months back. The action sent bela’s bag swiftly to the floor of the shopping mall while Tim’s tablet told cracking tales as it hit the group. She picked up her bag after her recovery and started out with an apology heavily laddened with embarrassment as Tim picked up what was his. It had been her fault. She wasn’t looking where she was headed as she was trying to locate the store she had left her friend, Ngozi in before heading for the lady’s. So her neck, head,eyes and hair were pretty much under some strain, turning here,there,here again and over there. Tim on the other hand, spotted the head twirls and whom it belonged to just seconds before and his attempt to avoid her led to the shoulder bump, else it would have been worse. Tim recognized her embarrassment and said don’t stress. It needed to switch up its look anyways’ referring to the cracked tablet. That got a timid toothless smile out of her. She offered to fix it but he refused. They haggled fixing the tablet for all of five minutes on that spot.‎It was only brought to a halt when bela got a call from Ngozi telling where exactly she was,for a meet up. She apologized again after the call had ended and took Tim’s number insisting she would pay for the tablet’s repair. With this,they both went in their separate directions. Getting to where Ngozi was, she narrated her ordeal, not the least bit feeling good about her clumsiness. A day later, bela called Tim for a meet. The plan was to get him down to the repair shop and somehow make good on her words. Tim showed up but with a good as new tablet. Double the embarrassment,bela felt totally awful. Sensing this, Tim offered to buy her a drink to make her feel better, and that was how it started.

He was as sweet and charming as she had imagined “the perfect guy”  should be, He wasn’t classically handsome but the little he lost in looks, he made up for in charisma, the way he walked, the way he carried himself, the drool in his voice and the calmness with which he made her feel so self cautious. She caught herself trying to avoid his looks as he held her eyes while the sat at the café. She never saw herself as someone who was shy, she was always the one making people squirm, not to be proud but she’s been told by guys and girls alike that she was drop-dead gorgeous and she had met very good looking guys and turned down better looking guys without a second thought but she could not feel the electrifying gaze she expected from everyone, he made her feel just like every normal girl, She could  not feel his eyes devouring her, and yet she felt captured by his presence. There is something to be said about being wanted by everyone, but here she was in all her finery and yet He just treated her like she was a 6 *eyes role* she considers herself a 9 at her worst, and now she was getting pissed off with all the thought running through her head over a total stranger… “ you’ve got very pretty eyes” tim said bringing her back to the present, “ yeah, thanks” bela replied too quickly and too harshly. This was the second date, forced on her after her ill fated attempt to pay the bill for the spoilt tablet, the first was akward and she only said yes to this because she felt she at least owed him that, guilty conscience and all. The disaster of the first meet was over and the second date was on; softened by how sweet and nice he was calling to make sure she got home early, not hitting on her at all and generally treating her like a human being and not a piece of “ass”, and here he was complimenting the only feature she wasn’t really proud of, Her eyes, quite big but she was always felt insecure about them. Maybe she was just being silly or he was just trying to mock her. Maybe he is gay she told herself and felt better after that. She decided there and then to be nice and get this over with. “so tell me about yourself” bela asked as she took a sip of her drink “ what about me exactly would you want to know?” he responded “anything you’re comfortable sharing would be nice” she replied. Tim looked at her for a moment as if to get his thoughts together, he was skeptical about how to play this, she looked like someone who wasn’t insecure, had boys at her beck and call and the only way to impress her was to be as different as he could. He had slept with some beauties but this right here was an eternal bragging right, he could already envision taking her to different places and being the cynosure of all eyes, the high fives from his boys as they sang his praises, how he’d bed her and brag about it, how much it would massage his ego, how soft her skin would feel to his touch, her lips, those pecky boobs that was still firm… to him this was not just another conquest, this was the conquest, who would have imagined that the shy insecure kid would grow up to be a “ the guy” other guys envied, and he had been thinking of her all week, from the first “accident”, the second date/awkwardness and now he had every plan to see this through. So game on, ”well I am an only child, single mum, dad had better things to do the minute he knew mum was pregnant, couldn’t even wait to see how I’d turn out to be, normal childhood, we weren’t rich but mum made sure I never lacked, my grandparents helped out a lot so mum could work as she never remarried, she had me quite late so I guess she wasn’t ready to put up with another “lying cheating bastard”, she was my world until I turned 22 and cancer took her away from me”  this completely caught bela off guard and she felt like a jerk all of a sudden “I am so sorry” she blurted out,  tim could see for an instance she wanted to empathize and though this was a part of him he rarely talked about, he knew something real was his only chance, she obviously had heard all the bullshit boys had to spew to get into her pants, silently he asked for his dead mums forgiveness. “thanks , but that was a while back. So how about you, tell me something nice about yourself” and so bela talked, about her childhood, her dreams, her education, everything she could think off, she laughed easily at his jokes, asked questions and he responded and told her more about himself. Bela saw no need for her to keep her guard up, how could she when he had been so open with her,  she found him very easy to talk to and for a moment Tim was himself, he felt something real and pure. They talked till they were the only ones left in the café and he offered to drive her home. When they got to the front of the apartment, bela said, “thanks for a wonderful evening, I really enjoyed myself” “ me too, I hope we can do this some other time, I really enjoyed your company” as she was about to get down from the car she hesitated and looked back at him, she didn’t know how to put this but she just couldn’t let it go “ ever tried looking for your dad?” “ always asked mum, but she thought it was best I didn’t know cause she knew I’d try to find him, I tried for a while and gave up and now, I honestly don t give a fuck about him anymore” for the first time that day, bela could see a flash of emotion in his eyes as it grew steely with hatred for a split second, and as quickly as it had come it disappeared again, he smiled at her and as they said there goodbyes. Bela walked into her apartment and was scared to look back as he drove into the night. She had a lot on her mind and she figured so did he.


if you missed the previous episode you can read it here here. sorry for the wait.



Come sit with me on the edge of Tomorrow,

poetry can wait a day,

For although homeless words,

avid and potent do beset the calmness of thine nimble mind,

let me be thy peace till dawn..

I’m lost in battle to my thoughts and dreams,

when words doth fail and emotions run extreme,

Will I remember now,will I remember this,

will today stand still for tomorrow’s bliss..

If indeed I sit with thee

Nay, Not for the bliss of tomorrow,

it standeth still for it’s own madness raw So,

seat let me provide passion pure,

poetry paper lacketh sure when thou is done sitting,

thine lyrically haunted mind shall want our art addictive,

again So sit and paint me with unspoken words,

let the beating of our hearts be an endless rhyme

I did find solace at the bottom of a bottle, a fleeting moment ago,

happiness was kind enough to deceive, sadly come dawn in my own bile I awoke,

passion was never a solution, this poet has a heart of stone

Love has robbed me blind, of a heart and the words I own,

i’ll sit a while if you’ll promise i’ll never be alone,

i’ll give you my voice and your heart and mine would beat as one

Thine heart of stone be mere wool to me..

l for my chest haboureth, but a beating diamond If thine stone would beat as one with mine,

we would clash in pure pleasing companionship, Spark a fire that would burn your loneliness,

heat your madness in calm sweetness I swear not, but let my pride be thine insurance..

for of thee I ask no premium So sit if thine would sit, tomorrow draws near…

 I tire of this impasse

O how sweetly you have woven a fairy tale of bliss

My naked Soul clothed with your finest jewelry

Even if this honeycomb of ours is a sting of bees

i would sit with thee forever as we turn from dust to lore...

written by : #KJD #POET_X

A tale of two continues next week friday,(my laptop crashed and  schedule has been crazy for the past week) sorry for the wait. enjoy this beautiful piece by KJD and I. Have a lovely weekend. kisses!


Lifes’ uncertainty is crushing in
I’m loosing my path,
Motivated by want for plenty
But procrastination won’t help me start

The good things are beautiful to behold
In silence, fantasies and dreams are stirred
It’s no more enough being a source of comfort in the cold,
Responsibilities are starting to unfold

I’ve lost my way, blinded by lust
Jealousy has a bounty on my love
Ambition is all I desire, how badly I need that flame to burn
But it seems the world’s too cold where i belong

I pray it gets better, hope I get best
Pray It’ll pass and maybe i’ll stay blessed
I’m scared of tomorrow, I’m skipping today
I don’t know where it leads but I’m hoping ‘I stay’



Life is not worth living
If there is nothing to live for
To carter, matter and care for
To keep, preserve and protect
As God remains a watch over her

A “her” who values, gets and retains value
Influences her generation with love and with kindness regards her lover
Who trusts without limitations
Loyalty and faithfulness her Armour
Opens her mouth with wisdom
Understands change, time and seasons
And wears strength and honour

She works willingly with her hands
Obedience is her neighbour
Masters and manages her emotions
Acknowledges her creator
And nags not

A virtuous woman she is
Someone to cherish and adore
To admire and love
To respect and live for

Woman, an honest and unique creature
Fashioned indirectly as head of the home
To take the blames of the family
To carry its sorrows and pains
But is still the source of happiness

Thanks be to God almighty
For making such a Woman
An immovable mountain
An unshakable pole
A virtuous woman indeed.

Well, some might argue that there are no more virtuous women in this generation, they have their views and are free to express it. But for the very few virtuous women out there, and those who wish to be. I duff my hat to you. For those lucky ones that have them as mothers, friends, girlfriends, aunts, sisters, Wives, daughters, etc appreciate them, they are a dying breed.  The rest of y’all that wanna stay bitches? Cheap, unfaithful, jumping form one dick to another every fortnight, we still love you nonetheless but remember Malachi 12:12 “this things ye do, E good? “  =D

PS : share to every virtuous girl/woman you know and the other 3/4 (not using d “B” word again) I’m not judging but we know them… And for those of you that went to your bible to look for Malachi 12:12 and didn’t see it, well, shame on you! Na 4 chapters dey there.  PSYCH!

A special “blog out” to my Mum, Gloria U, Mummy punkus, Mama Dacobango, Diamond, and every strong girl/woman whose virtue inspired this write up. No one’s perfect but y’all have been a great Muse.

A guy called ALPHA!!

This thing called sex (18+)

so i told Jozi to write a piece and dude came through…..Enjoy and endeavor to leave a comment on your thoughts….


This thing called sex



Ok let’s be honest, who doesn’t enjoy sex. Well unless you’re a virgin reading this in which case good luck and the gods be with you but am sure 100% of those who have had sex find it rather pleasing. I mean whether you’re straight, gay, freaky, kinky, lesbians, do the whole toe licking thing (disgusting) we all seem to enjoy sex. Am speaking from a male perspective so ladies forgive and indulge me. Making a girl cum is an art and it varies from girl to girl. For some it takes the right sex position, or playing with sensitive parts of her body, the right dick size, stimulating the clitoris, kissing the back of the ears etc etc. my question though is are guys really patient to find out all that or are we more interested in kiddy kiddy bang bang. It takes less than nothing for guys to cum, a girl in a short skirt does it for some (nerds) but we all get erections just thinking what if we had that girl in our beds. I mean we see positions doggy, missionary, cow-girl, reverse cow-girl, butterfly, stopperage, spoons positions etc all in our heads and what we would do, how she will moan and beg for more, tapping that ass till she wants no more and begs you to stop. Our imagination goes far and wild, in real life we barely do 3-5mins and we are done forget all the things we imagined. But how do you make a girl cum in 3-5mins that’s barely enough to get her in the mode sometimes, you have to squeeze and touch and kiss and redo everything all over again and honestly speaking its tiring. As a guy I like sex, but more than that if am having sex with someone I really like say a girlfriend for example, and she’s confident enough to say Hey this is what I like in bed rather than letting me feel like superman and she’s all like ye whatever man do this and be done am more than pleased to help out with whatever fantasy she has. I like freaky and kinky and experimenting and trying am just gonna go all out until she climaxes then I’d feel like a man. I mean no matter the size of your DICK 0.00001inches to infinity inches if your just gonna be banging her hard after a while to her it becomes mechanical sex; where’s the fun in that. Now this is strange to me but girls somehow have come up with the idea that you either have a sweet, normal or bitter dick, wish I could explain this but I can’t. Somehow it isn’t dependent on size, length or thickness but the general feeling when it goes in and comes out, this sweetness or bitterness has nothing to do with blow jobs in case you were wondering. I have to admit girls, well most of them don’t like rough sex I mean it’s not war your fucking a pussy and the owner off that pussy feels pain when u go too hard unless you meet a proper skank (no offense). Skanks don’t necessarily have to be prostitutes or runs girls but most of them will clear you doubt when you start pounding that pussy like it’s your inheritance. So I pose a question to them boys: do we really have time to make our ladies reach that heavenly place we get to in 60seconds, that feeling where you can’t control yourself and would write a million naira check without even thinking twice. Every man with his answer for me I would there’s joy in given than to be given. I’d take my time make her climax even if we are on some FWB tinz she’s gonna want that experience every once in a while and I will be more than happy to oblige what can I say, I LIKE SEX! It’s very rewarding and pleasing and the feeling you get their all just awesome. So ladies tell your man want you want men like freaky too, there’s no need to be shy ,it doesn’t have to be missionary all the time, that shii was used by our great great grandparents, this is the future try something different. All the men them oblige your women, give head, caress them do what she likes as far is she is cool with it, if you think the pussy is going to smell ask her to take a shower at least before going down there after all she gives you head without asking you to wash your dick abi. Sex is a two way affair enjoy it people.

PS: just because I said there is joy in given than to be given I meant sex wise, for every other thing there is something involved. I mean my name is not GIVEN.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                A guy called JOZI


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fables with morals (pick a lesson)

i promised chapter one of my previous post this week but…..lets leave it till the next. i have here something just as good. this are tale though fictitious, some we heard as kids but reading them again now did i truly appreciate the message they intend o pass. so pick a lesson and have a blessed weekend.

The Cock and the Pearl
A cock was once strutting up and down the farmyard among the hens when suddenly he espied something shinning amid the straw. “Ho! ho!” quoth he, “that’s for me,” and soon rooted it out from beneath the straw. What did it turn out to be but a Pearl that by some chance had been lost in the yard? “You may be a treasure,” quoth Master Cock, “to men that prize you, but for me I would rather have a single barley-corn than a peck of pearls.” Precious things are for those that can prize them.

The Lion’s Share
The Lion went once a-hunting along with the Fox, the Jackal, and the Wolf. They hunted and they hunted till at last they surprised a Stag, and soon took its life. Then came the question how the spoil should be divided. “Quarter me this Stag,” roared the Lion; so the other animals skinned it and cut it into four parts. Then the Lion took his stand in front of the carcass and pronounced judgment: The first quarter is for me in my capacity as King of Beasts; the second is mine as arbiter; another share comes to me for my part in the chase; and as for the fourth quarter, well, as for that, I should like to see which of you will dare to lay a paw upon it.” “Humph,” grumbled the Fox as he walked away with his tail between his legs; but he spoke in a low growl .”You may share the labours of the great, but you will not share the spoil.”

The Wolf and the Crane
A Wolf had been gorging on an animal he had killed, when suddenly a small bone in the meat stuck in his throat and he could not swallow it. He soon felt terrible pain in his throat, and ran up and down groaning and groaning and seeking for something to relieve the pain. He tried to induce every one he met to remove the bone. “I would give anything,” said he, “if you would take it out.” At last the Crane agreed to try, and told the Wolf to lie on his side and open his jaws as wide as he could. Then the Crane put its long neck down the Wolf’s throat, and with its beak loosened the bone, till at last it got it out. “Will you kindly give me the reward you promised?” said the Crane. The Wolf grinned and showed his teeth and said: “Be content. You have put your head inside a Wolf’s mouth and taken it out again in safety; that ought to be reward enough for you.” Gratitude and greed go not together.

The Fox and the Crow
A Fox once saw a Crow fly off with a piece of cheese in its beak and settle on a branch of a tree. “That’s for me, as I am a Fox,” said Master Reynard, and he walked up to the foot of the tree. “Good-day, Mistress Crow,” he cried. “How well you are looking to-day: how glossy your feathers; how bright your eye. I feel sure your voice must surpass that of other birds, just as your figure does; let me hear but one song from you that I may greet you as the Queen of Birds.” The Crow lifted up her head and began to caw her best, but the moment she opened her mouth the piece of cheese fell to the ground, only to be snapped up by Master Fox. “That will do,” said he. “That was all I wanted. In exchange for your cheese I will give you a piece of advice for the future .”Do not trust flatterers.”

The Hares and the Frogs
The Hares were so persecuted by the other beasts, they did not know where to go. As soon as they saw a single animal approach them, off they used to run. One day they saw a troop of wild Horses stampeding about, and in quite a panic all the Hares scuttled off to a lake hard by, determined to drown themselves rather than live in such a continual state of fear. But just as they got near the bank of the lake, a troop of Frogs, frightened in their turn by the approach of the Hares scuttled off, and jumped into the water. “Truly,” said one of the Hares, “things are not so bad as they seem: “There is always someone worse off than yourself.”

culled up from aesop fable