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...

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...

“Kiss me.” I suddenly said and felt his hand still on my back. “You’re awake?” he asked in a surprised voice. What? Did he think I’d be able to sleep through it? I sat up…the covers falling off my body. “Yes.” “Bibi, Lola and I broke up a long time ago. I didn’t…” “Just kiss me so we can get over this Lola ish.” I cut him off.  After all, I knew the whole story…Kendra made sure. And yes, it would have been nice to hear it from the horse’s mouth but I couldn’t wait. I wanted that mouth on me. He stared at me for a while…I remember wondering if he felt unsure. Then he leaned in and kissed me. Deep and hungrily… Then pulled away. Not again…I was beginning to think but couldnt finish when he looked me in the eyes (I mean, it was dark but he had to be) and said,  “I love you Bibi.” My heart stopped…he finally said it to me…to my face And he kissed me again…. And then the world was right again. THE END Thanks y'all for reading  The Secret Diaries ...

                                                                     I didn’t care if he wanted to be with me for just sex , i’ll take the  stolen moments and go , I thought to myself. I wanted him. I started to touch him…moving my hands down his length until they got to the band of his pyjamas trouser. I really wanted him then… He pulled away from me. He studied me for a bit then scooted over. “What?” I croaked, barely able to form the words. I was overwhelmed with lust. I cleared my throat and tried again.”What’s wrong?” There was a silence in which I felt I should be embarrassed but I wasn’t. After all, he started it. “I know you think ever...

“Why wouldn’t she? It’s THE BUZZ.” He said the buzz like it was of popular importance. I yimued at him, then turned my attention back to the magazine. “You obviously don’t know the movie…but how come? It’s been the talk for months now. Everybody back home is anticipating it and now, we’re going to be the first set of people to see it.” Lord knows I had never heard of the movie…not even a single advert. “Duh…the movie editors and crew members have seen it already.” “That’s because they shot it.” He shot back at me. “Bibi what can ever get you excited?” he continued, rolling his eyes at me.    I rolled my eyes back at him then yelled several things in my mind then out loud, “Whatever! We’re still going back home tomorrow morning.” I continued to read the magazine but stopped to look at him when I didn’t hear him say anything else. He was watching me... And then, he threw himself on the bed. “Hey.” I shouted, then ducked…but it wasn’t really ne...

  Three weeks in Vegas and we were headed back! It happened to be the best time of my life. I’m sorry Kendra, I thought to myself. I’ve had really good times with you…I mean you’re my best friend but someone has surpassed you in that… Daniel… My boyfriend. Yes, you heard me right!    The business trip only lasted one week and I played my part as a ghost P.A. my only job was to record the proceedings of the meeting…with a pen. It wasn’t easy trying to catch most of the words as they rolled back and forth between the two parties but I did my best. In the end, it wasn’t necessary, Daniel had only given me the pretend job just to have me with him. The meetings were video recorded from start to finish…I only found out when it was all over but I wasn’t upset. I wasn’t upset that he had manipulated me into going with him, after all, he was the spender…who still had to pay for my pretend job. The morning before we were supposed to head back home, he made...