Stories By Hope

Hi guys, it's been  months since I updated my blog... It's been a busy 1 year for me and I'm proud of myself and the woman I've become. A friend of mine reminded me a few days ago, of how grown I have become, especially mentally and in my writing skill. I didn't take her seriously until she mentioned my blog. You can't be surprised that i decided to take a look at it this morning only to become nostalgic.  It reminded me of a lot of things but more than that, I can see the flaws in some of the things I've written, and I'm grateful that I am at a point in my career where I can actually spot all of it with ease and create several ways I could have done it better...on the spot! Before I get any more emotional 😎 I stumbled on the last draft I saved for publishing in February of last year and I'm going to share it with you guys exactly as I left it back then.  Read On... "Some of us know how we can feel a lot of different emotions for just one perso...

Have you ever wondered how you could just pick up this small device and talk through it to someone else, miles and miles away from you and hear them as clearly as if they were sitting on the same couch as you? I have wondered that a lot. I have wondered who could have stumbled on the idea that something could be done to make people who live far away from each other to communicate with each other by voice. How did the person get the idea? Well, here's what i found... Two men, Alexander Graham Bell and Elisha Gray stumbled on the idea; maybe around the same time, I don't know, but they both filed for a patent on the same day. This caused a huge disagreement that led to a legal battle to find who to be awarded the patent for the invention of the telephone. Alexander Graham Bell won. His lawyer had filed for a patent a few hours before Elisha's lawyer filed for his own patent. One day, in an electrical shop, Alexander Graham Bell was trying to perfect a method for sending mes...

  Dear he-who-must-not-be-named! You texted me, "let's let it go. Gave it our best shot." Just at the time I was reading. "God tells you to put something down because he has something greater for you" and it made complete sense. I knew exactly what to do at that point. I knew that he actually wanted me to let you go.   I did not know why, I did not want to let you go, but I knew then that he was answering my prayer of three-four months ago when I told him I didn't want to be in a relationship with any man again except he's actually my life partner, and how he should give me the wisdom to relate with the men in my life at that time, To not make the same mistakes as I did in the past, and that if I ever got really close in love with any of them and he wasn't the right one, that God should find a way to make something happen between us that would cause us to let each other go before we agreed to be exclusive. I realized that he had answered that...

  Dear he-who-must-not-be-named! You know you were really insensitive sometimes. Did you expect me to do things at your pace without caring about how things were on my end? Or how wired my head had become?   I mean, if you knew that the right thing was for me to go heal before trying something with anyone then why didn't you let me from the beginning? Why didn’t you let me go all those times I tried to because I knew I didn’t the capacity at the time to deal with you? Why did you always come back? Why were you so selfish? If you were not selfish, if it was because you just really loved me for me, you would have flowed with me at a pace that would help me heal completely without pointing out my past, and using it to guilt me every time i refused to give you what you wanted the way you wanted it? Now you feel all that you have ever done with me was right and you never acted wrong, and that everything is all my fault, then that's alright. It was obvious I did have everythin...

  A few months after it started, even though i was still scared about making a wrong decision. He-who-must-not-be-named! was the only man i had my eyes on. I didn't want him to have an idea that i was falling for him incase he took advantage of that information. I was firm in my resolve that i was still going to take my time to get to "yes" to his request no matter how much i wanted everything a relationship entailed with him. Yet, i remembered a singles & dating sermon i watched once that talked about not letting the person go, as long as they added value to your life. So i wrote down the next few lines in my notebook.   ''How does he make me feel?  Secure, complete, confident, not just excited but emotionally energized when we talk, when he holds my hands or when he touches me. He inspires me. Makes me feel like there is nothing I cannot accomplish every time he's encouraging my work or telling me I can do it. What about the day he told me about m...

 I met a man once. His name was... Well, I can't say his name out loud. You might think its out of fear but really its because he has become he-who-must-not-be-named! I couldn't help that exclamation mark. So yeah, its that bad. And though he didn't hurt me like other men have, I still wish I had not experienced knowing him. I still wish I had stayed out all those times I walked out on him. I have realized now that it was my inward intuition bearing witness to the fact that it was all off. That it was too good to be true. And then wondering when he'd put off the mask. Ohohoho, he did put off the mask...and so suddenly that I was shook. I never expected to be, mind you. I mean I didn't love him that much.  I realized then, that when you don't call the shots anymore, it seriously hurts. You think you're heartbroken but you're really not. You're just shocked and boy you know what shock does to the human heart. Anyways. I thought he was the epitome of a ...

This morning I’m afraid!   My heart is racing a thousand miles per hour and I don’t know how to still it, my forehead is splitting from a headache that I can’t remember feeling before I went to bed the night before. I mean, I was anxious but I didn’t cry.   Okay, maybe a little bit as I said my prayers before climbing into bed last night, but I felt at peace right after.  A lot has been on my mind lately. I seriously am afraid of what the future holds for me…I keep thinking about the things I’ve lost.  Will I ever get them back, or will I get much better things than them? And how long before they get to me?   Timing. Pressure.   Pressure especially. We all feel that one day of the other. Is it easy to go through pressure when you have the people who love you around? What if you don’t have anyone?  A lot of people might be hurt if they heard you say you didn’t have anyone but do they know that a person can have lots of people aroun...

Evelyn is standing with a chubby man, her father(56) and a woman(50). She is explaining what just happened to Her when the gateman comes in hurriedly. GATEMAN Oga, dem don defeat me o.! Evelyn and her parents turn towards him at the same time, Evelyn a little scared but comports herself when she sees it's just the gateman . MRS OSHOKE what are you talking about? GATEMAN I say dem don defeat me and I no know how to pursue them back o. MR OSHOKE (a little irritated) Who are you talking about? GATEMAN those madmen wey Evelyn carry come back house. EVELYN  (  scared ) They are still there? GATEMAN Yes o, I don try pursue dem o but dem no free so I say make I come call you sir, make you follow me pursue dem commot. MR OSHOKE  ( scared but feignig the opposite) Why? GATEMAN those two mad men big pass me o... But you, you be two in one. If you join me, we go be three in two. (to himself but loud enough to be heard by others)  Omo! See ma...

Love is not for me! Love is not for me!!  Love is not for me!!!  Yeah, I said it.  How much of the things we say is strong enough to be true? How much of what we say is even real?  Hell, how much of life is real?  Everything?  You think so?  I don't know.  What makes life important?  Happiness. Money. Good health. success. Love? Love? What is love?  Trust me, in this world, love is pain! I don't know about the next.  Why do we still crave love even though all it brings us is pain? Heartache, dull ache in the chest, butterflies in the stomach, whatever, all pain.  Why must love be a part of a fulfilled life? Trust me there are men and women in this world who are fulfilled without love...and yet the world judges them. Why judge them? Do you know what they've been through? Do you know how many times they've opened up their doors to love? Do you know how many times love has let them down?  And then the world says they are hard...

I stand here.  Naked! Well, not the regular naked you know. Just the one when all of your mind has been bared... All the hopes, all the fears, all the regrets, all the thoughts...  Nothing left to say.  And yet, I do not feel free.  The burden still weighs me down. I look all over my body...  Maybe there's still some left trace of the dress. .. Dress that was ripped off me with my say. Dress I had made up my mind to forget.  I mean it was New... made of a fine And luxurious material... Real thin like a one piece bathing suit but had the wieght of the world when I put it on.  I wore it thinking I could handle it... Maybe the dresses before were so Light and So unworthy Of me...thats why they didn't last. They didn't have the thing in them that could keep me happy and free.  I couldn't handle it. After a few times of wearing it changed its shade of colour.  I thought it pink before but I started to see red.  Crimson red!  Was I b...

This is life, shit happens!  We love and we hate... And then we love again... Maybe. Some of us are strong enough to heal and make the same mistakes again. Some of us are strong enough to heal but then not make the mistake again. Yet, some of us are strong enough to have nothing to do with love again! But whatever we have faced, how enough is it to be strong enough to hurt the next person who falls in love with us? Let me ask... Is that even a strength, a weakness or just plain vengeance? In bracket, wickedness on another innocent soul. Think about it people... What gives you the right to hurt another just because you've been hurt? Do you see yourself a good person for toiling with someone's heart just because you're not ready to love or be committed to anyone? Karma is bitch, do not forget that ever! Well, forget it or not, what goes around comes around...and there's no exceptions for people who think themselves good just because they are honest at...

It's 2:44am and I'm crying my eyes out. I feel foolish but I can't help the tears. In my two room apartment that has always been cozy for me, I feel restless and a great urge to take flight. This apartment has been home for me for months now. I leave it in three months time but no matter, it's still my home...a place of refuge, a place where I can be hidden. ...much hidden and alone... But not exactly alone. I hear the voices and conversations of many a people. Now why am I restless and unable to  sleep even at this time? It's because of a man! All my life, I've had enough tears for men...but this feels the worst. I have never cried for a man the way that I've cried for this one. I've never even settled for such a man, never thought my pride and ego would even conceal themselves all for this man. He acted different... Better than other men I've dated... But he turned out the worst of them all. No emotions... No emotions at a...

We got to my room and I didn't hesitate at all. I just grabbed his face and started kissing him. Don't judge me; I’d been wanting to for weeks. He pushed me aside gently and I felt really embarrassed. I wasn't that kind of girl... I was just... OK; I don't need to explain myself. "Can we just talk? You know...get to know each other.” he said. "I thought you wanted sex." "Yes...and I still do. I just like to know about who I’m doing it with." "Wait..." I started...smiling. "You were going to do that with her and in the toilet,” I exclaimed and started laughing "No..." he started, "I mean, no! I wasn’t and that’s not funny, i...” "It's just a question." I said, cutting him shut. He kept quiet for a moment and then said, “No, I wasn't. I wasn't even going to have sex with her." "I'm sure that wasn't what she was thinking." I said. And this tim...

I needed to use the toilet... I don't know why alcohol makes me want to pee every time...does it happen to you? Anyways, I hated using the toilet during the parties because, it would always turn out that you were intruding on something. They keep forgetting it's my house. I left the house to make use of a friend's...thank God I had a friend who lived closed by and when I got back, what do I find? The Nkem guy dancing with one of those chics who like to get laid...with whoever. I wasn't going to let that happen. If he was here, then he was mine alone so I walked up to them and tried to catch his attention but it was so obvious he was pretending not to have seen me. I stood there wondering what to do... eyeing the chic... thinking about pushing her off but  decided to be polite at the last minute. I told the chic I was with him and when she tried to prove strong headed, I shot her those Cleopatra stares of mine and she got the message. Yes, people say ...

My sister Gabrielle was a party freak! There never was a weekend a party wasn't holding at our house. The house would be filled with people...most of them, I don't know. People tend to invite their friends to parties only they were invited to.  The booming sound coming from the music was always a pain in the ass for the neighbours. Yes they complained... ...but they could never do anything about it since we're still in Nigeria and nobody wants to take up a court case for noisy neighbours. I won't lie, as much as I didn't like that the noise disturbed the neighbours, I enjoyed those parties a lot. There was always drinking and dancing.... I know, that always happen at parties. Once or so, I would walk in on couples having sex in the bathroom...now that part irritates me. How horny can one get that a bathroom becomes comfortable enough for sex? I'm never trying that...at all. It was in one of these parties that i met him... Nkem... at first we w...

As Sasha walked home that night, the only thing she felt was embarrassment. How would she open her mouth to tell the others she hadn't gotten laid. All the hype and dress up was for nothing. I'll just lie to them, she thought to herself and really believed she would but three steps later,  she changed her mind. It was that easy. She was not the lying type. She was going to tell them she gave up which is what she did anyway. After all, she wanted to get laid the right way...with someone she really cared about, who loved her as much as she'd love him. She already had plans about how their first night would be and how much his touch would distract her enough to not think whether it was right or wrong. She reached home and found the others girls asleep which was unusual except there had been a fight. Gosh these girls.... They had their issues but she loved them all the same yet as she thought about it, she knew she needed to take some time away from them and get acquainte...

Damn!  Why couldn't she tame her mouth ... It always does the same thing to her. Words just keep coming out of them unprocessed. The male who had interrupted her thoughts earlier just looked at her with a smirk on his face. Oh yeah,  he was  amused, she thought to herself and never tried unlocking her eyes from his even though she was burning with embarrassment and really needed to look elsewhere. He was the first to get his eyes off... Y'ayy.. She won.  Good thing he was going to leave it alone but when she calmed down a bit,  he decided he wasn't going to. "You know I should take you up on that." "On what? " she said, feigning ignorance. "The sex thing. " he replied. "oh!.. Uh I... erm ..o God,  I wasn't talking to you " "So who then cos I don't see anyone else close to our table. " "Shouldn't that give you something to think about?? Like I'm psyched...you know...." And gestured in a w...

She walked down the street, tearing everyone's attention from what they were doing and settling it on her. It wasn't quite hard to do. She was all cuted up and had a body like a goddess... a body she had never given to any because she hadn't met anyone she thought was worthy of it. But tonight, she really wanted someone.. Her  friends have never believed her reason for staying off sex and so last night, they called her chicken and ranted about her being scared of guys, But she wasn't.. She was just really picky. She'd prove that to them. Tonight, she came out with the notion of finding a guy to screw her and so dressed in a blue tunic gown long enough to her ankles...with two side slits up to her upper thigh, She liked how she looked in it., how it gave her the feeling of really hot legs. Not that her legs haven't really been hot, she just never noticed. Sasha kept her gaze in front while walking.. Yes she was a bit affected by the whistling and...

For Big T I see myself in this big world... So big I'm certain I'm lost. Who do I know? Who am I supposed to know? I turn left and everyone runs away from me. I turn right... Same thing. I start walking. Where I'm headed, I don't know. I just know I need to find a place where I can rest my head And lose my sense of being lost. I meet a man and woman. They welcome me, give me food and water, Give me clothing, give me shelter... And every other thing within their reach. It's not enough but it's something. And I feel at home... I'm no longer lost. Years pass and the feeling of being lost returns. This time, I'm certain I have a roof over my head. But when I look up, it's just the sky I see. I start walking again. I meet some people... I really don't remember what they look like. I only know some are good for my walk and others are bad... So bad I pray never to see with my eyes people like that ever again. I keep walkin...

How do two people go from feeling like they've known each other forever to feeling like strangers? Somebody tell me.  It wasn't supposed to be love. I mean,  how does companionship mean love? And that was what you asked for. Someone to be your friend, Someone to talk to because she wasn't there... She really wasn't there for you? I tried to be your companion at first and it was cool... But then it became more... More than companions... More than friends...we were lovers. And I loved it. I was there for you more than necessary. And you...you tried your best to be within reach for me. And I appreciated it... So I put my heart out, placed it in your hands. Baby this is all of me... Do with as you please... In between, I trust you completely. You took my heart without any hesitation. You became my light house. You loved me... Or so I thought. Then you decided it wasn't enough and so threw my heart... To the ground. And dragged it w...