Stories By Hope

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...