Hi everyone, hope you\u2019re good. Its New year\u2019s eve, wonderful time, traffic ridden time for folks trying to make it home \u00a0before 12 midnight. No ball is dropping in this side of the world, ball might not drop but Boko Haram has \u2018humbly\u2019 asked everyone to remain in their house. The warning is going out to both\u00a0Christians\u00a0and Muslims.<\/p>\n
Boko Haram has asked people to boycot the watchnight service, and right now Mr. President isnt inspiring at this time. @josephEParker will do a better job right now\u2026.looool<\/p>\n
Couldnt attend #TNC3, was out of town but i heard it rocked, Shout out to the TNC crew.<\/p>\n
The one question i have is, when will this Boko Haram season pass?<\/p>\n
Moving on, a wonderful friend sent me something a while back, cute story, i love her style of writing. Ladies & Gentlemen, please welcome @olubela<\/p>\n
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The deep darkness gives way to translucent light rays. I push myself back into the deeps, but a throbbing ache in the lower part of my abdomen doesn\u2019t take kindly to my laziness. I turn; face resting deeply on the soft cushion. The world inviting as the veil of sleep opens up to my\u00a0surrounding.<\/p>\n
My eyes register a muscled body, naked, slipping into a pair of jeans. I sit up abruptly, dragging the white sheet to my mouth.<\/p>\n
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\u201cGood morning,\u201d he says as he\u00a0slides\u00a0a tee-shirt down his chest.<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGood morning,\u201d my lips shaping the words as I turn my face to the offending sunlight pouring into the room. I do hate the sun on my face. But right now, I am not ready to face what I did or did not do.<\/p>\n
He walks over, lowers his body and plants a kiss on my lips. The sudden rise in my lower region finalizes my fears. It happened.<\/p>\n
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Holy shit.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Briefly I consider leaning more into the sheet or pushing more into his broad chest. My body decides.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n This is sure\u00a0weird.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n <\/em>The dull ache screaming for fulfillment. I wouldn\u2019t be on for the next few days. It was too early for PMS.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cWhere are my pants?\u201d I say as I discover its absence as I curl my leg. He reaches across me, lifts my pillow and hands me my jeans folded. He flattens it and lays it on my laps.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cWould you like some omelets?\u201d he says as he walks out of the room.<\/p>\n I shake my head as I struggle to cry, to find the real me, to discover this is all a dream. Alas it is not. I scramble to remember how I got to this part. Although hoping that whatever I find would tell me I haven\u2019t become a fallen woman.<\/p>\n \u201cI am not sorry, but that life isn\u2019t me. I do not club, get drunk and sleep\u00a0with\u00a0random\u00a0people,\u201d\u00a0<\/em>just two days ago, I had\u00a0proudly\u00a0said that to Kristen.<\/p>\n Shame deepens in my being as I accept that when he comes back, my body would do the talking.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n <\/em>I have no idea who he is and he already owns my body.<\/em><\/p>\n I stand with jelly legs and shaking hands and put my jeans on. I carefully button my shirt and tuck it in. I pick my bag on the chair close to the bed, pick my phone out, slick my hair into place and check there are no loose strands with my phone.<\/p>\n Five messages, the \u201cwhere are you\u201d\u00a0paralyzing\u00a0me from scrolling through the rest.<\/p>\n I walk out of the bedroom into paradise. The orange, blue, white and red hues calm my nerves as I make my way to him.<\/p>\n He has his back turned to me. I sit on one of the kitchen stool. He turns, puts a plate in front of me and piles it with breakfast.<\/p>\n \u201cThanks, I don\u2019t mean to sound ungrateful but what am I doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n He smiles, turns and prepares a plate for himself. \u201cYou don\u2019t remember?\u201d<\/p>\n Bodies pressed together, dancing in unison to the earth song, flashes through my mind. I blush. \u201cI have no idea how I got here. In fact I do not remember your name.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s alright, it\u2019s Adele. Eat up before it gets cold.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDid I drink any\u00a0alcoholic\u00a0drink last night?\u201d I venture to ask with the last shred of my\u00a0dignity.<\/p>\n \u201cTwo glasses of sake. You wouldn\u2019t have more. Are you regretting last night?<\/p>\n I look him in the eyes; hoping eyes would do a better job at convincing. Sake and weeks of dozen pain killers obviously do not mix.<\/p>\n I leave the plate untouched and stand up. \u201cI have to leave, would be late to work.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n ******<\/p>\n I slide the key into the lock. As I was about to turn it and push the door in<\/p>\n \u201cMorning to you too, you almost had me worried.\u201d Kristen jogs up to me. I open the door and walk into the house.<\/p>\n \u201cSo how was it?\u201d\u00a0Kristen\u00a0walks to the kitchen and grabs the vitamin drink on the counter.<\/p>\n \u201cHow was what?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYour random hook-up yester-night. You almost chicken out from approaching him. I am glad you made me win the bet with Nosa and Craig. Now, how was it? Is he as good as he looks?\u201d\u00a0Kristen\u00a0continues with no consideration for my confusion. I slump on the couch, hoping it would absolve my guilt.<\/p>\n \u201cI have no idea what happened last night.\u201d I stood up as the clock chimes 6:30. I needed to get ready for work.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat happened is you finally let go of your guard and went with the flow.\u201d Kristen\u2019s \u00a0words resonate all through my dash to the shower, my quick shower and my journey to work.<\/p>\n At the end of the day, I finally accept it.<\/p>\n \u2014<\/p>\n Has this ever happened to you?<\/p>\n You find yourself in a stranger\u2019s bed in a totally unfamiliar apartment. Am asking Ladies this questions but if you\u2019re a guy and you\u2019ve found yourself in a lady\u2019s apartment and cant remember what happened the night before\u2026\u2026i have nothing to say to you asides YOU ROCK!!!!!!!!!!<\/p>\n Happy New Year in Advance<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Keep Reppin\u2019<\/p>\n Deolu Bubble<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Hi everyone, hope you\u2019re good. Its New year\u2019s eve, wonderful time, traffic ridden time for folks trying to make it home \u00a0before 12 midnight. 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