Aderonke Adeyeye's Blog

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 stones, as he collided with them instead.  They both la

  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.  The queaky, soon to retire ceiling fan was the best