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Chapter Three (My Friend Henry) Sex is so sweet I wouldn't mind dying to have it anytime of the day...  at sixteen he was already having sex with prostitutes. A t fifteen hairs had grown out of my pits and my pubic hair was much more visible. I made some interesting friends in my Secondary school; a mix of brains and brawn but nonetheless they were my friends. They were blunt discussing issues, they made their private lives public interest; it was subject to applaud and criticism. With them nothing was spoken in parables, this is the guy’s clique; we make the lies good and the truth blunt too. Perhaps, you might have such friends during your teenage years... I bet you do.

Chapter Two ( The Urge) What was more disturbing to note is the fact that my dad treated me as one with a plague. P uberty brought with it certain daily demands, sexual arousal was one of the daily rites. I was afraid to walk the streets during the day without tight underwear we referred to as " Paiint " in the Nigerian Pigin language, because of the bulge inside my shorts due to an erection. Other times I had to hold down my erected male organ through one of my pockets to weigh down the bulge.

...I became afraid. No! Terrified to bath in the bathroom even when it was vacant, even in his absence I feared him... Chapter One Dear dairy, the nightmares began when I woke up one morning. I was fifteen years old at the time; I headed for the compound’s public toilet as was my routine most mornings. Immediately I opened the toilet door I noticed the floor was wet and I could smell urine, which signified am not the first to visit, the single toilet was shared among at least twenty three neighbours of all age brackets, it’s a miracle the ceramic toilet bowl retained some level of whiteness. I had always loved the toilet floor dry. It somehow aids me in doing some level of thinking, although I always go into the toilet with my own plastic mobile potty.

Song and prayer of Saints 1 Thou hast cleansed our eyes and it cannot behold iniquity. 2 Thou hast purged our minds from strange imaginations and our thoughts from sinful meditations. 3 Surely, thy grace hath made us loathe sin and every unrighteousness: 4  Our lips thou hast touched with thy fiery coal; profanity is an abomination us and we detest the way of lying. 5 Your fear is our inspiration, therefore we hate wickedness. 6 Thou hath made us to know your paths, O Lord your righteousness is exceedingly great. 7  We will praise thee more and more for in your salvation there is exceeding joy: 8  Our feet shall dance and our lips will sing, for thou alone art holy. 9 Teach us O Lord, and keep us in remembrance of your great name everyday. we will lift our hands to thee, our soul doth bless thee, indeed our soul doth bless thee. 10  We will not wickedly depart from our God, yea we will not go astray; thy Spirit hath strengthened us, tho...

Snow falls in the mysterious barren city of Sahara Where the beach is cozy and warm in winter Sir Everest is a short fellow in town afraid of heights We heat up fire with hot flames of water. The Poor daydream of favour and refuse to labour The Rich strives daily like a poor man smitten by poverty The forbidden fruits are in high demands in our stores Morals are rotten feeds for street swines. Mr. Murderer is a Judge with one philosophy: If you get killed you are simply foolish and guilty Intelligence hacks the database of  mediocrity The Preacher cries "Lord! I have sinned" The Sinner smiles and say "You are forgiven." Miss truth became a nagging Nun So we had her replaced by Professor Lies. Men wear Make-ups and do chores Women go to work and never get pregnant Shadows are painted in colours Pens are simply erasers What is seen are not real Fiction is our reality and fantasies its pages. Next Poem

Romance is neither for dull people ...those who have giving up on learning anything new about their spouse 💢 The Craft Of Continually Inspiring Love In Another R omance shouldn't be the basis for a life commitment with the opposite sex, I believe this argument is valid. But if you'll think on it you will find romance play out at the beginning of courtship and marriage. Proposing is an act of romance. The man anxiously invites a woman into his world by trying to convince her -he sounds emotional almost with a plea. He bows one of his knees demonstrating humility and signifying a pledge to go "low" so she would always find her feet and be honoured.

Your lips are not only useful during sexual intercourse 💢The art of professing your love (Spoken Profession) The other side of the coin is creating a castle out of your relationship using words. Almost all the time I hear married men and women say, "I love you" to their spouse and it leaves me in doubt if they intend to say, "Drop dead" or "let me be” or they intended both. Their spoken words are in the absence of emotions, conviction and excitement, not even the decency of attention to the one addressed.