The Ex





I sat still watching her.

She looked very much like when we first met; still pretty, petite and amusingly retrospective; almond shaped eyes that still glowed with the same intensity that had ignited a subtle hurricane of emotion from the dark depths of my palpitating heartbeats.

She smiled and my heart melted; nostalgic waves catapulted me down memory lane. I loved that smile and the way she always fondled my fingers in hers whenever we held hands. She loved to play with my fingers; it was one of her ways of constantly reminding me of her love for me; her soft yet small hands were a delight in my thick big ones.

Watching her at this distance was painful.

The desire to be close to her burned within me; I longed to revel once again in those sweet moments we once shared.

I felt something sting me in the right eye. It was a threatening tear.

I swallowed up the sob building within along with the ache of regret.

I wish I hadn’t done what I did back then.

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We met years back.

I can’t really place the timing but the picture of our meeting still remains vividly etched in my memory like it was yesterday; like a short HD movie hidden in my cerebral sands of time.

I stood at a bus stop waiting for a cab.

It was one of those inner areas on the outskirts of town where cabs and okadas were scanty and don’t show up easily. You had to wait a while before you saw one.

I was on my way to see my cousin, Priye, pertaining to a recent employment information he placed through a phone call the day before. We had maintained a steady contact after youth service despite living on the opposite sides of town.

The bus stop which consisted mainly of an inscribed signpost rusted and worn with age, stood at the edge of a tarred road which stretched out into the distance linking different communities.

Vegetation lined both sides of the road obscuring from sight houses scattered about the developing neighbourhood. It was the typical topography you’d find in many eastern states. Any first time visitor would think nobody lived in the area until he looked closely.

Occasionally a car, motorcycle or truck would pass, breaking the semi-silence of the neighbourhood and punctuated screaming of errant crickets from the bushes.

I had come along with a big umbrella as Priye had informed me before hand that it was raining on at his place. I envisaged that the weather would soon extend its tentacles down to my own side of the town.

Two minutes had passed as I waited at the stop when I saw the lone female figure emerging from one of the paths that led to one of the numerous communities scattered around the area. She was wearing a sleeveless flowery gown that stopped at her knees and a pair of wedge slippers that accentuated her height a bit.

She wore an afro hairdo on her head and sparse make-up on her face. Bracelets matching the flora design on her gown hung on her left wrist alongside a leather strapped watch. A leather handbag hung loosely on her shoulder as she strode towards the bus stop in short hurried steps.

I had expected her to walk past me but she stopped a few meters away from where I stood. She was also waiting for a cab.

She was good to look at but I made sure it wasn’t obvious by throwing my glance in the opposite direction.

A pick-up and two cars zoomed past in opposite directions as time dragged and we waited.

Then the Sky rumbled.

I looked up and noticed flashes appearing in the clouds far ahead.

A gust of wind blew picking dust and dried leaves in its path. I closed my eyes partially to avoid being visually stung by debris.

Priye was right. The darn rain was heading this way. Thank goodness I wore my thick denim jacket and had an umbrella.

Then the heavens gave way like a pregnant woman whose water just broke. It started with rapid drops that quickly gathered momentum.

It was at this point that I glanced at the young lady standing metres away from me and noticed she had nothing to protect her from the coming rain.

She had folded her arms and was looking worriedly at the sky confused at what to do. Then she looked in my direction, a bothered frown creasing her face.

I held up the big umbrella, snapped it open and motioned her to come and join me under it.

Thankfully she hurried up to stand with me under the umbrella.

All around us the raindrops began thrashing the dust, dirt and asphalt on the long stretching road; wind blew almost hoisting her gown which she held down cautiously.  She was actually having a hard time doing that because she needed to fold her arms to keep warm at the same time. The sleeveless nature of her gown didn’t help matters.

I felt for her.

A merciless rainfall was enough to dampen any good-looking girls pride and prestige.

Ignited by a gentlemanly instinct, I took off my jacket and offered it to her.

She gave me a surprised look and declined with the mien that she was taking too much from me. I insisted, telling her that the rest of my clothing was thick enough to keep me warm.

She looked at the jacket as though she was reluctant but I could see in her eyes how she longed to get into it. I didn’t wait for her to eventually decide and quickly draped it over her shoulders.

She was thankful and the sincerity was rife on her face and in her voice.

As the rain gathered more momentum, there was need for us to draw closer to each other under the umbrella in order to escape intruding drops that splashed about and threatened to hit us beneath the umbrella.

I had to put my hand round her shoulder to en able me hold the umbrella more comfortably and also to allow more covering for her than for me.

In our moment of closeness, I could perceive the sweet scent of her hair oil along with another nice scent which I couldn’t be sure if it was a deodorant, powder or body cream. She had a petite figure which made it easy for me to shield her from much of the rain.

The closeness of our bodies seemed to generate some heat; a welcome development in the growing chilly condition around us.

I’ve often heard that during rainy seasons human hormones are affected somewhat to want to copulate or engage in some sort of physical affinity. I can’t say if this is true or if that was the case in this scenario but as the rain got worse, we got closer…and it was beginning to feel uncomfortably good.

I asked her where she was headed to divert our consciousness from the unusual close positioning, and also to determine what to call at the first cab that showed up. It turned out we were headed the same way.

Eventually a cab arrived and we got in quickly.

It was evident throughout the journey that the rain was heavy everywhere.

I decided that she take the umbrella and my jacket home and return it to Priye’s address the following day.

She declined again, shocked at the extent to which I was sacrificing my comfort for hers. I reassured her that it was nothing and got her to agree.

She was very thankful and promised to bring them back.

And she did.

And it led to the beginning of a relationship.

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I sat still watching her. My eyes travelled over her face, her eyes, shiny cheekbones and thin yet vibrant mouth.

Yes. She really did look very much like that first day we had met, though more matured.

It would have turned out to become a good relationship if I hadn’t gotten carried away by the juicy job offer that suddenly came my way later; a job for which I sacrificed our relationship while thinking that I’d meet ‘better’ girls later on.

I would later lose that job after being implicated in a scandal with a female senior manager who set me up for sexual assault after I refused to give in to her seductions and invitations for after-hour romps in her office.

It hurt to think of what I’d lost with the job – the official car, material benefits, allowances…

But now…it hurt more to think of the relationship I’d sacrificed for the job.

And now, here she was before my eyes; her life totally changed, surrounded by glamour and fame while I struggled with an income twice lower than the initial job – poverty, threatening to make mincemeat out of me every passing day.

This was my punishment for living life carelessly on the fast lane.

I took one last look at her on the TV screen as she beautifully played out her role in a high budget Nollywood flick before picking up the remote and switching off the set. I then strolled out onto the balcony of my rented mini-flat to gaze at the full moon in the night sky.

It glowed back at me like a medal of shame awarded to me for my bad decisions in life.

I remembered that rainy evening when we were in the cab and she was about to alight. The rain had reduced to spastic drizzles, a rather safer intensity. The clouds had cleared and night had crept in to reveal a lovely full moon in the sky.

That day, it glowed like a medal of achievement for me; a medal of discovering love that would last…if I allowed it.

Before she came down from the cab, she had turned to me on a sudden realization.

‘You never told me your name.’

I smiled at her thoughtfulness. In the whole melee of escaping the weather from bus stop to cab, we had never thought of exchanging our names.

‘I’m Richard…and you?’

She returned the smile, sweeter than mine.

‘I’m Genevieve…Genevieve Nnaji.’




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Foto Friday: Early Momo Rainbow



There was a brief rainfall this Friday morning and when I stepped out of the house to head to work, I saw this awesome rainbow in full colors and full arc spread across the cloudy sky. If I had been upstairs in my apartment I probably would have gotten a better spread but I didn't want to risk going back up to do that; I didn't want to risk losing this spectacular scene.

So I whipped out my phone and took a shot.

I so wish I had a stronger and better camera.

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Cheater's Choice




Packaged breasts
Showcased skins
Endless legs
Merciless minis
Questioning butts
Answering thighs
Now showing for viewing pleasure
Ruining the essence of decency
Awakening urges from complacency
Endangering the purity of innocence
Conjuring waves of erotic presence
Still, responsibility is to be
The choice made by the temptee
Some see but don’t look
And thus remain safe by the book
Some look because they saw
And thus broke purity’s code and law
Ventured on a skirted quest

Ravaged breasts
Caressed skins
Tired legs
Discarded minis
Querying butts
Suffered thighs
Enraptured lust of damning interest
Explored valleys of wet sin
Scaled mountains of hard peaks
Sailing seas of forbidden ecstasy
Awoken to the moment of truth
Wallow in throes of a throbbing conscience
Been where you shouldn’t
Done what you shouldn’t
Temptation’s victory
Your shameful defeat
Infidelity claws depths of the flesh
Spirited in filth that’ll never wash
Only by redemption
Graced by salvation
For the moment
While sinfully incumbent
Stew in transgression
With self loathing aggression
All because…
Just because…
The choice to look what you saw
The choice to break the coded law

 ©Afronuts 8/7/2013
 







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What You Never Knew About Your Mobile Phone - Sage Harman

Its amazing how one can own an indispensable gadget such as a mobile phone and not know half of what it can really do. My guest writer; Sage Harman, gives us the lowdown on the much more you can do with your phones. I went through his list and I was like 'Darn! For reals?' How much are you familiar with the intelligence of your mobile phone? Let's hear what Sage Harman has to say.... 




Mobile phones have come a long way over the years - from big, bulky monstrosities to ultrachic and sleek smartphones we carry these days, offering quite the same functions as computers. They have become a crucial part of our everyday life too, capable of making calls, sending emails, playing music and games, taking videos and photos and surfing the Web. But did you know that most smartphones can do so much more? Yes, here's a few other practical features and apps you may not know about.

Measuring Tool - you can use your smartphone for various measurements like distance, height, area and width.

Tracker - you can locate not only people, but even your lost or stolen phone using your smartphone's GPS tracking apps.

Webcam - you can video chat using your smartphone.

Health Monitor - you can become more health conscious by monitoring your diet and exercise using your phone. You can also use it to track your blood pressure and blood sugar levels.

Wireless Router - share your data access with your friends by turning your smartphone into a mobile hotspot.

GPS Unit - with the right apps, your smartphone can be a decent GPS device you can use online and offline.

Courtesy www.englishblog.com
Universal Remote Control - you can program your smartphone to control various home appliances.

eReader - you can turn your smartphone into an excellent reading device by installing eBooks and eBook apps.

Scanner - you can make your phone a barcode or QR code scanner with the help of various apps.

Television - you can live stream your favorite TV shows on your phone.

Digital Cookbook - you can turn your phone into a portable, virtual cookbook by saving recipes and cooking apps.

Digital Wallet - you can store your credit card and banking information on your smartphone so you can shop credit card and cash-free.

Do you know of any other cool uses for your smartphone, don't forget to comment and share! In the market for a new smartphone? Compare plans and get free information at http://www.no-contract-plans.com.

A frugal living enthusiast, wife and mother, Sage Harman runs http://www.no-contract-plans.com, a site dedicated to providing free information to consumers trying to find viable no-contract phone and internet plans.





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The Gbagauns of Yoruba Nollywood 5 [Photos]

We are back again with another post of the 'gbagauns' captured from Yoruba Nollywood.
By now there's just no need to define what 'gbagaun' means. I just hope it does cease to be a term for the hilarious scattering of the English language and thus render these series obsolete. Nowadays things trend and die out faster than a microwave cooks Indomie noodles. So let's see what we have for today...

Subtitles that just screw up your imagination in twisted insane knots...'sower' ke?

So one can get married to lateness...abi...am I missing something?

No gbagaun here actually...its just the funny statement that got me cracking


The subtitles abi na end credits here are suffering mutiple grammartosis. Haba!


LOL! I just couldn't resist putting this one up. No gbagaun here but...hahaha!

I'm confused oh! I must have missed out some verbs in high school
...abi what does 'to diseve' mean? And what the pangolo is 'veginnity'?

No she is not jealoused, she is actually 'gbagauned' by your statement.

Hian! I just developed cross-eyes reading this.

This one 'deserver' no comment.

If God catch you....ehn. The person wey script this flick get liver oh

Its official! AIDS now hides in women's buttocks...yoruba movies sha! LOL!

But the grammar wey your subtitle speak scare me sha...

The gbagaun even makes the threat scarier!

So people's backgrounds can be far away...WTH does that mean?

*Searches the world map for a country called 'Abroad'*
Nope!...I didn't see any...


Let's all be 'kinding' when we translate this south western Nigerian
mother tongue to oyinbo language oh!

Even the idea behind the grammatical blunder no make sense!

I'm sorry but that lion go miss road enter gutter...heu! see yarn oh!

The last five 'gbagaun' shots were actually from the same movie titled Ewa Ibale! One whole movie dedicated to grammatical genocide! People if you ever come across movies like this with a barage of bad english bombardment, holla at me so I can fish out the diction debris! It was a serious movie but I was just laughing at the way English got butchered to smithereens on screen,

Have you seen any Naija yoruba flick with crappy subtitles? Gimme their names, let me go pick out the stiffs...lol.

Have a nice week ahead!


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You Won't Believe What These Beauties Have in Common [Photo]

Take a good look at the cute ladies in the picture collage.
They all have one thing in common.
Can you guess what that is?
Scroll down if you can't guess...




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What do these ladies all have in common?

They were all MEN!

Yep....transgenders!

This is a sign to all guys to be alert and careful with anything that calls itself a woman. They are blurring the lines so well, we are being deceived like dogs to the slaughter.

*Sigh"

Lol...I know you just scrolled back! Unbelievable isn't it?





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