A man turned to his friend for help with $100 top up so he could buy a car. Little did he know that the friend he had turned to was also looking to his cousin for $1000 to fix an ongoing issue with his own car engine. And that his cousin was also looking to his own godfather for $10,000 to fix an issue with the plumbing in his home. And his godfather was also looking to his bank for a $100,000 loan to fix up his own home.Read More
At first, it felt like nothing. I gave up alcohol one night and I didn’t really think too much about it until the morning after.Read More
I would say it’s neither.
Love is a decision.
It’s a conscious decision you make to accept someone or something the way they are and to put up with them, faults and all.Read More
Love is patient. If you love the person then you will wait… but that depends on what you’re waiting for.Read More
by Xyvah Okoye
From dysfunction to a dream come true, Adesuwa barely escapes death at the hands of her abusive boyfriend, finally finding true love in the arms of an old friend, Tayo.
They say true love lasts forever, but for how long is Adesuwa’s forever fated to last?
A three-chapter story to make the COVID-19 pandemic period easier.
Category: Romance, Tragedy
(!) MATURE CONTENT: contains graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, and mature themes. Not suitable for readers under 18
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by Xyvah Okoye
When Poppie tries to end her relationship with her long-standing lover, she finds herself facing a bigger dilemma than she is trying to get out of.
A short but fascinating story of love, betrayal, sex and daddy-issues.
(!) MATURE CONTENT: contains graphic depictions of sexuality, strong language, and mature themes. Not suitable for readers under 18
(c) All Rights Reserved.
Rain drops dripping down the window, mirroring the tears running down her cheek
A race down gravity lane, with no winner and all none the wiser, as the pieces of her broken heart hit the ground in first place.
Tears like blood outline the smile spread sweetly across her pained face
As she begins to comprehend the beauty behind the brokenness, the bliss beyond the pain.
The loss hurt, but the love was worth it
And now, learning to let go and let God, she smiles with gratitude for the broken-hearted girl reflected in the window,
Because although the raindrops caress her oblivious reflection, she is aware of the truth…
she may have lost a lover, but she never lost love.
“have i gone mad?
im afraid so, but let me tell you something, the best people usualy are.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
I know I’m slightly psychotic but strangely enough, I have found more comfort in accepting it than I have in all my years of fighting it.
You see, because I’m crazy, I can get away with doing the craziest things and everyone around me says, “That’s just Xyvah, you know she’s crazy!”
So I woke up one morning feeling rather depressed, having slept off on the sofa, I strolled into my bedroom to confront the utter chaos which reflected my state of mind.
My room looked like a hurricane had hit it the night before. Not surprisingly, I found comfort in knowing that I had a rough idea of what my heart and mind looked like on the inside.
When love is lost and hope ends
When the million words can’t bind the million pieces you can’t seem to find as your cardia erupted, volcanic regret like lava leaking down your soul till time leaves only ashes cocooned by loss
So the sun smites you not by day nor the moon by night because you retreat to inhabit a steel house made of four plane walls that will not be blown down by empty promises and false declarations of “Forever Love”
Too scared to let in the light that once led you to the lover who tore your world apart when you still believed in having a heart, In love, In hope…
Trying to cope, hoping against all odds you’ll defeat the enemy battling for your soul, all the while wondering what profit it would be to give it all up and gain the world
After all, all that’s left is ashes
But from ashes to ashes, from dust to flames, like a Phoenix you rise again to laugh, to love, to cry,
And though you feel the ache inside, you hide the pain behind vodka and sex games, too ashamed you admit to yourself that you got played, so you master the game, enslaving yourself as the world becomes your playing ground and power becomes the aim
you became a slave to your senses
All in a bid to avoid the pain of a broken heart.
But back to the start
To the one with the broken heart and the burnt out soul.
To the one who almost lost their mind when the enemy stole the little hope in the heart that lit up the part of life that ever meant anything
To the one step forward, three steps back
Stepping on glass like stepping stones, wanting to feel pain
No! To feel!
Wanting to feel
alone knowing all along that it isn’t the “Forever Love” lost forever that causes the worst pain
It’s the now in the “always forever” that never came.