Stories By Hope

 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...