Elephants Minds

She's Obsessed With Star Signs "Don't Leave Love To Chance!" was the notification that popped up that Wednesday morning. You reluctantly dragged down the toggle to see it was an e-mail from your daily horoscope update. The content of the mail assured you of finding love before sunset— that's what the tarot says, but you didn't read it to the end. You've been dodging shots for long and still not ready to catch one. But you just wanted to see if the tarot reading is really correct. So you stepped out with a mix of curiosity and nonchallance laced with pessimism. That's the background story you told on the third day you met her. She's the best thing that would happen to you within the next few days. She was standing by your favorite canteen when you saw her. You stared with starstruck awe. She has the body of a billionaire— Dangote's 8 figures has nothing on her. Why then should you leave love to chance? If you would, at least give lust a...

TALES OF BIOLA XIX  (Inmate 830945) She's scared, Jittering before my eyes. I never cared, I was rushing to resume a new job. She's my girlfriend not too good with lies. As I opened the front door, I knew something was wrong. First, the hour, too early to expect her return. I couldn't say a word, it'll interrupt my morning song. She gave that shy look of a cat, I knew it was creepy, But her brilliant smile deceived my heart. She walked in slowly but her pace was still unusual, I ignored her, stopped my singing, I was distracted by what's swaying behind her. She took a few steps, turned around; "Kunle, what's the problem?" I quickly looked away and chorused a fib "Something is abnormal about the ground" She looked at me askance, She prolly noticed my ubiquity. She picked her cat-like steps to my bedroom, As I gave her a final glance. If only I knew 'twas our last meeting. Only six months we've been tog...

THE NEGLECTED: TWO TALES It all started when I was a kid; Everyday, mom left me at our neighbor's apartment Before going to work. Many times, she'd not care to give food. I was uncared for, Wore torn clothes, No pants, And looked unkempt. Mom wore flashy wears, Expensive wigs, Latest jewellery, And had sumptuous meals at eateries. Everyday, when she came back, She'd call me names, Beat me up, And tell me that I cause her pain. I became a girl with no friend, No one to talk to. I couldn't look into anyone's eyes; Inferiority complex hit me badly. One day, Uncle Sam played a video, Sat very close to me, Wrapped his arm around me, And soon rested his head on my shoulder. I lowered my gaze, But he lifted my head with his finger. He said he loved me, And would take care of me. Uncle Sam paused the video, Ran his hand on his bed, Got a newly bought gown, And asked me to wear it. Looking at the ground with fear, I pulled off ...

Whoredom Epistle II leave her twist of fate! She's getting married again to the king of hearts. A woman of several bridal henna And yet no nuptial cord. A woman in her prime Without the joys of motherhood. Never watched any infant head, But caresses baldies and beards. She's gone back to Honda To retrieve all the spare part _to yo ta._ She's been in pole positions like she were a stripper. She nailed every show with her finger Because she gets all of her handiwork come through. In terms of FIFA, She's been the perfect customer care line, PES two to have her speak in tongues. At the gym, she'd squat to pick pin, Ringing barbells like were the accurate time keeper. She's being to more wards than the nurse, More theatre than the surgeon, And played more CD the disk player. She walked on several turfs As the going got rough. She now knows why the rich also cried When tomorrow died yesterday. She's always been an ambassador of povert...