Akinsehinwa Damilola's Corner...

Sometimes, the pages in our marriages/relationships remain blank because we couldn’t find the right words to fill them. We must learn to listen to that word coming out from within us in order to fill those blanks. It has saved many, but a lot still fails in that facet. _Start_ Akin stood, ignoring her totally while she wears a grimace about to burst out of full words from within her. An argument had ensued between both of them. “Say something; hold her; after all, you love her.” his inner voice said. “Why must it be me all the time? I must let her know I am the man here.” He vehemently replied his inner voice. “I feel like killing him. I don’t even know why I fell in love with this beast? He is not caring at all. He talks rude.” Said Bimpe , under her breathe. “Speak to him gently; two wrongs can never make a right...Look, he is getting angrier.” Her inner voice replied. “He thinks I am stupid. Why should I talk to him?” She fought back. The silence

In Africa, especially the part where I hail from, reincarnation is a belief which has a strong foundation in the heart of the people and my experience thus far seems to be somewhat exciting but worrying. It was the 28th of Decembe r 1994; he could remember vividly. Little Yemi heard her mother’s sobbing voice quivering over the phone as she put several calls across to family members all over the town about the demise of Grandpa. “He was still hearty yesterday,” he heard her said to another relative “but it got worse in the evening when he had a heart attack; it was his third for the week, but the doctor reported him as BID when we got to the hospital where his remains lay as I speak.” Little Yemi never understood the word ’BID’, but when he found the dictionary meaning, he felt bad. While standing behind the door eavesdropping, he remembered how Grandpa would stay up on Friday nights to watch late night movie with him until he falls asleep and the next morning, he wo

The morning was depressed and the gloomy sky was about to shed some tears. The trees from both sides of the road waver in agony, shedding their leaves like never before, while the road got filled up by them. The morning breeze gently blew the leaves forward and the leaves travels irregularly, knowing not their destination. -- Seven Years back in the University; His sexual drive had increase ever since she ‘deflowered’ him. Although his brilliancy was one to beat, yet, his slip back then towards academic had become obvious to all. His only luck was the advantageous retentive memory which had aided him all through his final exams but could not get him above the average pass marks for the two courses he took at that final year. This raised eyebrows as students who were used to checking his results first before theirs on the board saw it as a bitter pill to swallow. For Sade, she got the entire academic assistant she needed from the supposed book-worm; he would eve

She gently unbuttoned his shirt, rubbing his chest continuously. Her palm could feel his heartbeat. Femi stood unbelievably but in anticipation of the next event that will unfold. Her mouth gently explored his and he calmly returned the kiss as she positioned his hands on her soft bottom. She appeared to be in total control as she unzipped his trouser. They are now unclad after he has reciprocated her gesture with getting her bra and the ‘pink’ pant off. Sade aims for his penis, stroking it till there is a sturdy erection. Femi’s eyes became closed leaving his mouth excitingly gaping for air as Sade gave him a thorough blow job while he lay back flat on the bed. He tried reaching for her breast but it appears far away from his grasp, so he resorted to rubbing her ear lobes. Femi felt like a flying kite as she kept exploring his penis which has remained untouched by another since his birth. It was Femi’s turn to return the oral stimulation of her genital par

Life and death have an essence to their long existence amidst the human race. The duo may be advantageous to some people, and it may be the converse to others. With little or no control over either and while the choir sings the regular “We shall meet by the river’s side...”, I stared at the brown wooden coffin being lowered into the perfectly dug six-foot rectangular grave while the fountain of tears from her eyes and several bereaved relatives flowed uncontrollably. “Dust for dust, ashes for ashes...” the priest read on from his hand book while receiving response from quivering voice of all mourners. At that point, it was time to give the last respect to the dead by pouring a handful of sand onto the grounded coffin. “Whoever killed my husband will never go unpunished...they have broken my front tooth... they have burnt me with the fire of life...,” Her voice echoed as she paid her last respect, while she struggled to follow him into the grave, but she was securely held by one

“Honey, I am late for work... I have to run.” Funke heard Wale’s voice. She was busy with the kids, getting them ready for school. Immediately, she dashed into the living room, but Wale had left for the office. A dejecting expression rented her face, but the voice of the kids awaken her back to reality and she snapped the feelings and return to the children who were set for school. Finally when the children had left for school, she returned to doing the house chores. Funke graduated from the University as the best student in her class and the second best overall at the Law school. She met Wale during her service year in Enugu and their love story started right then. Wale is a computer Engineer for a leading telecommunication company in the country, he is so brilliant and intelligent and that earned him a rapid promotion and salary increment. The comfortability made the couple reach a compromise of letting the wife out of work in order to take care of the children who are so

Chefesis to God; the celestial voice of the comradic chief in his flambouyant agbada, galvanising and connecting to the supreme deity with protection from woged chefesis at arandua blessing congo's, opekesis, opakasis, holy ajara, center of center, firing in the father's languaja the one spoken and understood by the gods and karid soul that today goes mornto wenty gone, may they continue to remain karid till thy kingdom come. . And with a chorus of response from all entities alika with a bent koko, in a kokastik ecowaringa voicinga like that of LSF Jesus christ when he fired eli eli eli lama saba kitani, mayan Ologuro was their tongue acknowledging their blessings in hope for a kokastic gyration and any other thing komradicaly gbaski. *Note- most words above are in Komradic tongue which could only be decipher by karid souls and other heavenly bodies😊 -Akinsehinwa Damilola.

It was the first day of the new week, the first working day of the month and it was obviously the worst of his life. James had a sleepless night; his relationship of over five years came to an abrupt end a day before, and the company had, in the day, pasted his name amongst those that are temporarily dismissed owing to its insolvency. As he drove back from work, he observed the huge number of crowd in front of the local micro finance bank he uses for his savings. Word is that the bank was robbed earlier upon opening in the morning. There was no way he could get fast news on that since he worked 35minutes away from the town. . As he got home, he was too tired and frustrated to make something to eat.. “Bad events happen in threes; this is a bad omen for a new month.” he thought under his breath. He opened his refrigerator which has, obviously, not seen electricity in months and found a half eaten cake and a warm can of coke. He decided to have it as he turned on t

There are certain days, when the feeling is so low... Just like a dark clous overshowing a glow. There are certain days, when you suffer a gruesome test... Like a bird in the forest, searching for her nest. There are certain days, when nothing appears right... And the moon has fail to brighten your night. There are certain days, when you need a true friend... To tell you that the aeon ahead is better; this is not the end. Akinsehinwa Damilola. August 6, 2015.

“Bring them in...the theatre is free...” “Hurry...raise the wheel...1...2...3” “The doctor is here...” “We lost him...focus on her... she has a pulse...raise the temperature...” Several voices echoed through my hollow and blood-filled ear. Struggling with my dying eye while they try to revive me, I watched my gallant Lover on the other bed laid like a starfish. He appeared to have given up. Lo, a faint image of Him appeared right in front of me extending a hand. He stood waiting for my grab of it. I rigorously let out a smile. I knew he would never leave. *************** Two hours earlier, I received a short note and a flower bouquet at my door step. Surprised, I quickly opened it while the door remains ajar as I turned my back at it still carrying the zeal to read. Dear Yvonne, I know there are many surprises out there in the world better than this inglorious old fashion, but for our love, please accept the simplicity. The last two years since you

The dusk ran swiftly just as I had wished. I couldn’t wait to start the use of the new machine. More so, it is also a day for celebration. I had woken up earlier with my sweater on, promising myself to complete the running exercise on the new treadmill before taking my hot coffee that chilly morning. The doctor had advised us to in order to maintain a good health and heart function. “You know the temperature here is so low and you need a lot of warmth lest you wake with a frozen arm” he had said light-heartedly. “Top of the morning to you dear” Amaka said in a soft voice as she moves lightly across the gym towards the arm-chair in the lobby facing the garden and waiting for her own turn. I only read her lips to get the message as my earphones are fastened to my ears, but I replied her immediately with a thanks-don’t-distract-me nod, keeping up my determination.  I need to keep fit before the evening’s party. Business partners and colleagues most of who are whites