Aderonke Adeyeye's Blog

  There was a time i didn't believe i was a SPEC, not to talk of being anyone's SPEC. I am not talking about a decade ago or a century ago, i am talking about a couple of years ago. Oh boy! I had a badass inferiority complex. I never believed i had the looks to score the tush and big boys, so I don't even think about them. Rather i settled for crumbs. Yes, there are men who are crumbs. Crumb men are men who are at the lower part of the men chain. The bottom feeder. The no vision men. The disrespectful men. The noncommittal men. The "All i have to offer is my preeq" men. Any man who is not what a man should be is a "crumb man", and these were the types of men i went for. And sensing that i had inferiority complex and a low self esteem, they offered me "crumbs" too. And i gobbled them like a hungry bird. It went on like this for a very long time. When i say a very long time, it was a very long time. But i snapped out of my misery one particular p...

The thing with love is that it creeps in like a thief in the night,  it catches you unawares, taking a huge tight grip on the entirety of your existence.   One minute, you are sane, sensible  and normal like the rest of the  world, the next you are wrapped in a cocoon of emotions only your heart can explain.   She is the first recipient of these feelings, and she doesn't hesitate to transfer it to all other parts of the body,  not giving a hoot if they want to be a part of it or not.  Yes I did complain of loneliness and I told  you I missed you. Those chilly nights that caught up with my lonely  soul made me miss you and want you more.  I ached for  your voice and your touch but just like your presence,  they were nowhere to be found.  Though I had fears that the distance and the lack of communication could cripple, maim and  kill our young  love, but I kept praying  that ours would stand the test...

  Love goes beyond the mushy mushy tingling feeling, Chocolates, Malls and Bedroom.  Love is Safety : How safe do they make you feel financially, physically and psychologically?  Love is encompassing: "Do you feel loved only when you're with them or only when you talk to them? Does the feeling extend after you communicate or it is shortlived? Love is peace: How peaceful does their existence make your life? Do you feel your life is good without them in it or your life is bliss with them in it?  Love is mutual: How do they reciprocate what you give to them? How much do they show that you are both on the same page?  Love is considerate: How considerate are they about things?  Do they factor you in their everyday lives?  Do you matter in their everyday lives? Love is consistent: How consistent is their attention and affection? Do they depict the 'Abiku' tendencies or they are always there, steady,  constant? Love is growth : Do they add to your growth...

  Like a waning evening sun, I watch you creep back into your shell, Dimming your light and pulling together your curtains like an evening show just ended. But there was no round of applause from you  No rising ovation  Or vote of thanks.  Because it's just you and prolly I (who is hiding outside the door)  Waiting for you to gift me a glance,  Just a little turn of your head would have revealed me to you And maybe you'd find in my eyes, my obsessive love for you.  And just like it is always been, you don't see me  crushing on you,  You don't notice me noticing you all day, all night  You don't notice me preparing my gun to shoot my shot at you.  And just like a waning evening sun, you wrap it up like an evening show,  Your face bereft of its usual glow and radiance,  No shadow of smile tracing your lips,  Your blue angelic eyes looking like they have set gaze on better things,  Slowly, you fade into yourself,...

He whispered her name against her fair skin, Watching her face break into that hypnotizing smile that renders him helpless and hopelessly in love with her.  His breath caught as her golden long hair danced beautifully in a perfect rhythm with the wind, HOW HE LOVES HER!  He held her hand tightly as they took a walk along the beach , Picking shells,  pebbles and stones  Kicking the fine sand with their feet.  He shouted her name loud, waking from sleep,  his heart in a tight knot. The tears came flowing, a constant habit that started six weeks ago, It's been six weeks since she walked out of his life Six weeks she said goodbye.  Six weeks since the beach dream started,a  reminder of growing ache in his broken heart.

  Before you tell me "I love you",  .... make sure you mean it.  Make sure, you've sat down and bit your nails. Make sure you've stared at my picture - I mean that one you stole from my DP or wall and set as your wallpaper just for the night.  Make sure you have given it time and understand what it actually is and see if it will dwindle or wither as the day passes.  Make sure you go over our chats each and everytime; laughed over my dry jokes when you're alone and make sure you've "gisted" about me to your friends and family.  Make sure you've loved yourself first. Because you can't give what you don't have.  Make sure you have allowed the ghosts of your Exes go. Make sure they don't hover around like Casper in the halls of your heart because I won't allow it even if they are friendly.  Make sure you've asked God about me. If this is what He has planned. Make sure you come with an open heart and not with your OWN answer lurkin...

  He held her hand and ran, blood dripping from where the bullets had hit him.  They kept running with their attackers behind them, him wincing inwardly, his face concocted in pain.  She tugged at his arm, wishing he could see the concern on her face, and allow them stop to rest for a while.  She knew that was impossible, not with the retinue of hitmen chasing after them. They ran till they got to the River Gyrrekuger.  Her breath caught in her throat as she saw a glimpse of what lay below; rocks and rocks and a large expanse of water.  She looked at the river and back at him.  His response was a single nod.  This time she held his hand firmly,  as they both proceeded to jump in to the river, a bullet hit him in his chest, few inches away from his heart.  He staggered forward into the river, pulling her with him.  Down and down they spiralled downwards into the river, his arms wrapped around her, shielding her from sharp rocks and s...

  The music was blaring so loudly from the speakers that you'd think they could hear our party from Okeitedo and Alebiosu villages. These villages are plenty kilometres away from our village, though.  The whole village was in a joyous mood. All the villagers have come to celebrate and felicitate with the members of my family.  There were different dishes of food to pick from; ranging from Amala to Iyan, Fufu, Lafun, Ikokore, Asaro, and accompanied with different soups and orisirisi types of meat. My siblings and I ate with gusto and ecstasy, like we had never eaten before. It was our father's wedding party and we were eating like the oniikan, like the owners of the party.  ''Tewogbade, warn your siblings, you all shouldn't soil your new attire with soup oooo, because only the gods know when next you'd have a new attire to wear'' Aunty Aduni, our father's younger sister warned. It's a known fact that our father was the wealthiest and richest man i...

 EYIMOFEOLUWA  Tears of joy rolled down my eyes as   Eyimofeoluwa walked up the podium to give his speech having just been awarded the top best student for his Doctorate thesis.  His thesis was not just the overall best only in theory, but in practicals as his thesis had proposed a cure to the dreaded Ebola virus.  Here to celebrate him were representatives from top pharmaceuticals companies in the world, they were here to honour my son.  I couldn't help my self as I stood amidst the teeming crowd to give my son, my hero, a befitting standing ovation.  He took his place on the stage and silently whispered "I love you momma" in my direction,  just before he started his speech.  ***************************************** I stared at the ceiling,  as I watched the ceiling fan run lazily and slowly, making a queaky sound as the motor and the down rod were in disagreement on how to run.  Everything in the room was an eyesore.  T...

I wouldn't know if you were a boy or a girl. I wouldn't know if you were fair-skinned like me or dark-skinned like your father. I wouldn't know if you were robust like him or skinny like me. I wouldn't know the color of your eyes or the sound of your laughter. I wished to have met you. To have watched you grow in my Womb for 9 months. To have carried you in my arms and have you suckled at my breast at birth. Have you bestow me with adorable teethy grins while I change your diapers and rock you to bed. I wished I was able to christen you To gift you one of these adorable names I had lined up for my future children. "Adeoluwakishi" "Motiaraoluwawa" "Mofiopekunopefunoluwa" " Oluwasijibomi" Diekoloreoluwalayemi" "Oluwatishe" "EyiowukanwiToluwalase" "Eyimofeoluwa", "Oluwarinumi" "Jesugbotemi" I wish I was able to christen you any of these names And watch you gigg...

LOCKDOWN: THE SERIES The Newscaster rambled on about the rising number of people that the global pandemic, Corona virus had affected in the country despite the lockdown rule, spewing forth huge figures that would have had me in fear in days past. But today was different. Today I wasn't concerned about getting killed by the deadly Corona virus. I was scared of getting killed while aborting my own baby. My first child. After suffering from what was supposedly PMS but now pregnancy symptoms for days, and practically begging my period to come, I finally summoned the courage to buy a PT strip. And your guess was as good as mine. I was pregnant with a child that I didn't want to keep. In fear, I pondered how to get rid of this unwanted mess when there was a lockdown and no movement rule everywhere. Yanking off recipes from Google, I made a concoction and drank it, laying in my bed, gnashing my teeth and crying as the first bout of pains hit my stomach so hard. I...

The second and last bus leaving Ajibewa village got filled with villagers leaving for the city. Bodunde checked his wristwatch for the umpteenth time. He has been waiting here for her since the cock crowed this morning. They had planned to leave the village together for the city today.  They had started making plans since Bodunde came back from the city two weeks ago.  They always met under the orange tree in front of the village square,  telling each other sweet nonsense. Bodunde loved Aduke from the moment he set eyes on her at her maiden entrance dance.  She looked so beautiful in her attire,  her body covered in "Osun" glistening like a new baby's skin.  As she danced and laughed,  her dimples and beaded waist called out to him.  He has seen so many ladies do the Maiden Entrance Dance but Aduke made them all look old.  She was like new wine in new gourd.  She was intoxicatingly beautiful and attractive. "I must have he...

"Are you sure you are ready?", my father asked in a calm voice but I could detect the pain and concern underlying those words. In as much we have all been preparing for this day, it's here, and we look like we don't know what foot to put forward first. "If you are not ready, we could postpone it and..." my mother's sweet voiced mirrored my father's concern. "No, it's fine. I am ready. I think I am ready..." I replied to calm their fears while I was trying to stop my heart from exploding in my chest. I had been preparing for my first day out of the house, which coincided with my first day at school too. Truth be told, I didn't want to leave the comfort of my parents' warm embrace to go face whatever life was ready to throw at me. I almost told my parents to call the school and postpone my resumption, but thinking twice about it, I figured that there was no point. I would one day face it all, and I could as well ...

18+ PG18 I got off my dispatch bike in a hurry, almost tripping in a bid to jump off. According to my watch, I was 20 minutes behind schedule for the pickup I wanted to do for the new client. I stood in front of the house for a minute, then checked my phone again to make sure I got the address. It was it. 45, Damon Cross Avenue. I walked briskly up the stairs praying that my client don't get pissed with me. Standing gingerly in front of the front door, I took in few seconds to calm my nerves and steady my heart beats before pressing the bell. "I am coming...", a sweet voice answered from inside before the bell stopped ringing. I heard the door unlock from inside, and it opened to reveal a middle aged beautiful woman on low cut, with nice blue shinning eyes and a sweet smile on her face. "Good morning ma"  I greeted cheerily. "Good morning young man. How may I help you." she inquired in a soothing voice. "I am Tope Ade...