Showing posts with label Girls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Girls. Show all posts

Monday, 18 May 2015

Grotesque

With faces wrinkled into the future
As though devoid of mother's love.
But as not being sure about the motion,
All blames has got to be on Mother Nature
For moving such a motion
In the creation of this creature
Who without a good stature
Tries to maintain perfect posture.

Monday, 11 May 2015

WHY MOST WOMEN AINT GETTING TO THE TOP

why would most women get to the top...
when couples prefer having a son than a daughter as a first or only child.
when ladies are given less viable positions in company, because it is assumed that they have less managerial skills than men due to their different upbringing.
when girls play the GOOD GIRL to be compensated with the LOVE OF A MAN.
when girls do not have to put on boy's clothes or behave like them, because they do not have what boys have.
when single ladies are considered HETEROSEXUAL FAILURES
when we give up our own names and assume that of our husbands' without any sense of loss.
when we only aspire to marriage with a wealthy man who would encourage us to ball and not to work.
when women are stuck with the cooking job because we are considered MEN WORSHIPPERS
when we get to the level of just ASST. THIS OR THAT should incase we take in and go on maternity leave.
when baby girls are adopted so she would not carry on the family line incase she does not live up to the family expectations
when men bank their sperm because they cannot be linked to future generations through the female offspring.
when challenging men's authority feels dangerous.
Osinachi's perspective

Saturday, 9 May 2015

SEXUAL ENLIGHTENMENT

"Do not hide anything... They will still find out!"
It was a Saturday morning, so i casually walked
into my sister's room to get it tidied up as usual,
while she was away in school. She had to leave
earlier than expected, because their class was to
go to Ogba zoo for an excursion that day.
As i stripped off her bed covers to launder, a
phone and several editions of PLAY BOY
magazines went down with the sheets.
With mouth agape, I picked up the phone that
caught my eyes amongst the heap on the floor.
Behold! It was a BLACKBERRY Z10- what no one
else in the house had. Not even mum. How could
she have acquired such an expensive piece?
Stealing was out of the question, because she
would not dare; nor did she buy it, because she
did not have that buoyant savings to acquire a
phone. She is only 13!
As I contemplated on what to do with my new
discovery, i surfed the phone, only to discover
some blue content and some serious profane
chats. I could not take it any more, so resorted to
reporting the case to our mother, who was
outside pruning the garden. I explained all I saw
to our mother and we exchanged our suspicions,
waiting impatiently for her return.
On 4.15pm after a late lunch, my sister was
already kneeling before a curious duo, explaining
in tears, how she got hold of the phone and
magazines.
Of course, her boyfriend in their secondary school
had given it to her.
My mother inquired if they went further to having
sex but she confessed that the advances ended in
kisses.
My mother just could not buy the story, as while
she thought her baby was still a saint, she has
gone really wild!
Mother did not know how to react to the
situation, as she blamed herself endlessly for not
giving us sexual orientation earlier? Like who
would have figured out that a 13 year old could
be this exposed? What a generation! That instant,
she sat us both down and gave us serious sexual
orientation. The next moment, we were on our
way to IMAGO CLINIC for a scrupulous virginity
test.

Monday, 23 March 2015

MIND THAT CONTROVERSY...

Just that everybody seem to like her does not mean she is miss popular.
That she hangs around guys more does not make her a flirt.

That she looks way too bigger than her age does not make her less a virgin.
That she is favored does not mean she does not deserve them good things.
That she is a smarty pant does not mean she knows all.
That she wins most times does not make her a perfectionist.
That she is a feminist does not mean she hates guys.
That she tries to look fit does not mean she does not have weight problem.
That she prefers to keep to herself does not make her a loner.
That she is antagonistic at times does not make her a sadistic.
That she is not sanctimonious does not mean she is not a born again.
Most times, we just have to pocket our mouths and work on ourselves, because that girl we consider controversial is not a bit controversial than we all are.

                                                        

Wednesday, 18 March 2015

BIG GIRLS***


L
iterally, I mean the BIG GIRLS, not the EVERY BODY'S SYNDROME for class groovy girls that don't cry or that can take care of themselves... But the girls with the BIG STATURE! 


Big girls look bigger than their real age.
 They look 24 when they are barely 18.
 They are always at the beck and call of nature's pranks and hormone tricks. 
Big girls wish to eat without adding weight, yet the reverse always takes effect. 
They count every calorie a dish offers but cannot count any calorie lost. 
Big girls take weight loss as a challenge, but lose hope when the challenge ironically makes them fatter. 
They diet more than every slender girl, yet they tend to fill up their jeans even quicker than the jeans slack, when their bodies adjust to the normal routine. 
Big girls seem to care little about themselves, but in truth, they care more about their future condition. 
Most people don't know this but; they are extremely worried about the frustration lines left behind by the angry stubborn fat they try to burn. 
They are pretty worried that they cannot look like the Victoria Secret Model they see on the label of their lingerie. 
They are sad that they cannot fit into swimsuits considered 'sexy' by the society. 
They are ever upset that they cannot look normal without much weight loss and dieting routines. 
They ask questions like; 'why can't I just be like my slim room-mate who eats all the Cheerios in the fridge without ever adding a pound?' 'Must I really GYM to lose weight?' 'Should I give up on junks when they are irresistibly delicious?’ Big Girls find it difficult to accept their fate. They never do. Not even BYPASS is an option, because that awful VORACIOUS appetite is sneaking around the corner and ever ready to invade the BIG GIRL'S territory, together with its footman-FAT!!!! Hahahahahaahahahah! FROM OSY... 
THUMBS UP TO ALL THE BIG GIRLS IN THE WORLD. THEY ARE TRULY THE MOST HARD WORKING!


                                      

Monday, 9 March 2015

MISS LONELY

In vogue now is the endless pageantry's swimming in this our little ocean called EARTH;
The beauty, fashion, and face pageants. Most trending now is the academic pageants in campuses.
Amongst all of these pageants, as a 21st century lady, I have been most unfortunate to have being effortlessly crowned 'Miss Lonely'. A flawless victory!

Indeed, I am so lonely!
The more I try not to be, the more isolated I become.
My Friendship-Zone keeps expanding. Ironically, I appear obscure in the picture.
Apparently, the world is a beehive of activities, but it appears unusually empty and calm to me.
My family is always there for me but not always here with me.
Sometimes, I look for the ideal soul to share my pains with, but I find none.
The dauntless smiles, the pretty faces, the attentiveness and the smashing remarks... How genuine are they? 
Am I being too sensitive or could this be the product of my feelings of insecurity?
Are they friends or foes? Acquaintances or fr enemies?

And I will be damned!
The very ears I infiltrated are being dewaxed.
The curious eyes I gazed upon have turned queer and indifferent.
The same solid shoulders I leaned on have become miry
The solid convictions I use to get have all melted away...

I wonder, if this loneliness has turned to amnesia,
Because I cannot I identify myself anymore.
All friends I know have gradually become unknowns
I feel like am living all alone in this world
All by myself
Walking down an endless path
Trying to make my way home.

                                                      

Friday, 6 March 2015

A MOTHER'S HEART.

 Who in the world could forgive you completely apart from our maker? I am utterly dumb struck as I eavesdrop in our neighbours' little cliché. God has carefully made a woman out of the most delicate organ of a man. Little wonder, all Jezebels have their soft spots. At least one weak point. Willing to go through the solid nine months of funny body changes, a woman takes it upon herself to become a mother; to bring into the world, a fate less child. A child whose fate lies on the mother's nurture, as the world sees it. I have whole lots of things to say about a mother's heart alone that even 357 pages of a thick cover note cannot contain. Mothers' hearts are fragile, yet strong! They break down easily and recuperates as fast. No matter how bad a child has gone; no matter how difficult a father takes it; a mother still reaches out for her child...
                                        

AUNTIE

A term used for one’s father’s sister
one’s mother’s sister
a local household employer
female apprentice employer…
Native use of the word is ascribed to any elderly one.
Elderly ones.. Married, single, or engaged.
Anyone who has completed senior secondary school
Anyone whose height and face tells age
Anyone whose body shows signs of puberty
Physical changes and psychological changes
Anyone who uses facial enhancements…
Leaving the environment in my early stage of adolescence and known round the neighbourhood by name,
comes back, just after a year, a big fat year of whole lots of changes to hear toddlers and early teenagers yell “auntie” at my sudden emergence.
Quite embarrassed, I give them a blank look and ask coldly”how are you?”
OMG! I can’t believe it!
I have been unwittingly welcome to the “auntie hood” even without any formal initiation ceremony
Teenage happens like a snap of a finger.
Precocious teens are perhaps, the fastest

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