Art_EuK

Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

  • I Wish It Was Him… V

    I was confused. What text? I had a foreboding about what it was… The text meant for Kelvin. Koko, how did you get into this mud now? I called him, trying to spin a web of lies about business partners, extra job opportunities and all.. Which, technically, were not exact lies though. The Chief was…

  • I Wish It Was Him… IV

    I confronted her the moment we got home from school. “Really? Ovie? You know his member has been in every available diameter in school.” “And? I was horny and drunk. He was available.” “And Edi…?” “He doesn’t need to know.” “Have you and Edi… You know…?” She had walked away, swinging her hips emphatically. I…

  • I Wish It Was Him… III

    My shifts were stable. Most of the month was spent on night duty. I preferred walking back home early the next day and seeing people wonder why i was moving in the opposite direction. It also meant i could spend the day indoors. I had my own apartment in Ibadan. When i told my parents…

  • I Wish It Was Him… II

    But i wanted him. From the moment i understood the fuzzy feeling between my thighs when guys passed my way, i knew i wanted Edi to myself. My parents owned the most popular and populous university Uyo. Although, my sister and i still had our tertiary education outside the country. By the time i was…

  • I Wish It Was Him

    I would look at his tall frame, his shoulders broad and slightly tilted to the right, his cool stride, never in a hurry yet always punctual. He would speak in low baritone notes and laugh heartily and loudly. His left arm was almost always draped around her waist. He loved his coffee. Black. Strong. The…

  • Sian… Why You Should Be Like Her.

    Sian. An English name that means Jehovah has been gracious, has shown favor. Welsh name for God is gracious, God’s gift. (http://www.sheknows.com/baby-names/name/sian). I believe every child is God’s gift. And unlike popular but fading African belief, having a female child is God being gracious. So, every female out there, you are SIAN. Or at least,…

  • The Last Rose.

    The roses you gave as a promise of love Haunt me as their petals fall off You promised me your heart at the centre of it all You made me believe I’d never lose you Yet these roses wilt and fade away Reminding me of your absence in every way I’m afraid to let go,…

  • My Two Lost Brothers.

    My Two Lost Brothers.

    2Samuel13… If you enjoy Bible stories re-written

  • My Two Lost Brothers.

    *****TODAY***** I wipe the tears from my face the umpteenth time, willing my nose to stop running as the priest recites some verses. My tears are multifaceted and multifactorial; my dead brother, my distraught father and my missing brother. I am angry at him too; for dying, for making me miserable, for breaking my trust……

  • If I Owe Him…

    When does the ‘IOU’ card go wrong? Or when can it be discarded?

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