atoms&void

This lock down nor be small thing e don cause Boys dey hungry boys not get work Ejiro na girl for the compound she carry stove dey cook stew Boys wey they lament inside houz begin jolificate say time don due "Wetin we go do like this" Efetobore ask Tega "Shey we get rice make we boil rice, this one go mega" Na so boys take boil rice for another man stew This na the story of the things wey dey happen for the street One hour later Efe and Tega carry plate go Ejiro gate "Who dey houz o" Efe talk. "Hope say we nor late" Ejiro open her door, she tie wrapper, she get big bust "Wetin be this" Ejiro ask dey look the plate wey them hold Tega con talk say "Give us small stew na small we want nor want overload" Ejiro change am for them "Shey una dey mad? which kind level be this na" The boys sidon for ground say she must kill them now now Landlord con come outside Wetin be all this commotion about The boy...

Picture this. I am standing in the middle of a garden, dressed in a sun dress with my hair tied up in a messy bun I am a dark sink girl and my feet is bare. In my hands, I am holding a rose flower. I pluck out a petal and with ever petal I pluck out, I wispher "he loves me", "he loves me not". When the petals have all come off, I slowly sit and curl myself into a ball. I curl myself into the smallest form I can be and laugh loudly. I laughed because what he doesn't know is that wild hearts can't be broken.

I am writing this 48 hours after I took an indefinite leave from my social media accounts. For the past 48 hours, I have been able to successfully immerse myself in a few books. I'd only mention two. •Fifty Shades of Grey by  COLLEEN HOVER • Maybe Someday by  JEN STERLING Both are filled with the normalized cliché sentences and quite a handful of descriptions of the opposite gender that made me cringe with disgust. I only came to the conclusion today that I shall abandon my long love interest for romance novels because they are all mostly a farce. They never happen in real life. Why didn't I know this any sooner? How did I survive through 8 years of my reading life sticking my head inbetween pages of stories that were always blown out of proportion? How am I only realizing this, days before I turn 21? I never felt this way about romance novel before and I know just the reason for this. I have fallen in love— with an almost  twenty-fucking-seven, awkward,...