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THE STORY NO ONE ASKED ME
I was just telling 'friends for life' at work yesterday that the spirits that bring inspiration for me on most occasions bring it at die minute, maka why?
Verily verily, I say unto you... I got home, really exhausted, had to quickly sort some stuffs because I'm leaving home very early this morning again. Then some minutes past ten, midnight, I remembered I have a poem to submit, omooooooooo!
I held my head tight n' screamed on top of my voice (in my thought), "ẹ̀yín màláíkà poetry mi dà!" That's how they did like they used to do, ní die minute, inspirational wan injure me.
So I grabbed my phone like a woman grabs her boobs in a chase, fefe naa efe levels, rushed to my notepad n' begin to type the inspiration my màláíkàs brought. Like Ayra Starr, e dey rush!
Orun níí gba t'ọwọ́ ọmọdé, how much is even my age before? That's how sleep bullied my phone off my hands, I cried (in my dreams). So I slept off while I was writing my poem, awó lọ!
Kàkàkí ọmọ olóore jìn sí kòtò, mọ̀nàmọ́ná á yà ṣiṣẹ́ ìmọ́lẹ̀. About twenty minutes to twelve, I was still fast asleep, maybe snoring, who nose? That was how this crackling sound disturbed my sleep. And I hate being disturbed while I sleep because I know the numbers of Psalms I'd read before sleep comes. I almost cursed the source of the sound till I remembered, omooo, I was writing my poem before I slept off. Thanks to that sound, I woke up n' rushed to finish my poem.
Everything was now rush rush, because the deadline the organizer of the writing marathon, The 365 Writing Hub, gave us is 11:59pm for each day's submission. So, I finished up my poem, took it to my design app (some of you would be expecting me to mention it abi, dey play!). After designing, I rushed to Instagram to post it first, that's how my village people in wicked partnership with MTN network remembered my case is different, I wan ment!
Luckily, that cleared n' I came back to WhatsApp to submit my poem, that's how I saw my crush' message with some sort of love emojis in my DM. My head first do gbagaun! I almost loseguard make I no lie sha, but I braced up and went to submit my poem first.
Lo n' behold! I submitted on the exact minute of the deadline, 11:59pm! Omoooo! My stomach was sweet to the bumbum. This is a story no one asked me n' I'm glad I've successfully wasted your precious time too. By the way, this is not fiction. T for thanks.
© The Dhramatikpen
Verily verily, I say unto you... I got home, really exhausted, had to quickly sort some stuffs because I'm leaving home very early this morning again. Then some minutes past ten, midnight, I remembered I have a poem to submit, omooooooooo!
I held my head tight n' screamed on top of my voice (in my thought), "ẹ̀yín màláíkà poetry mi dà!" That's how they did like they used to do, ní die minute, inspirational wan injure me.
So I grabbed my phone like a woman grabs her boobs in a chase, fefe naa efe levels, rushed to my notepad n' begin to type the inspiration my màláíkàs brought. Like Ayra Starr, e dey rush!
Orun níí gba t'ọwọ́ ọmọdé, how much is even my age before? That's how sleep bullied my phone off my hands, I cried (in my dreams). So I slept off while I was writing my poem, awó lọ!
Kàkàkí ọmọ olóore jìn sí kòtò, mọ̀nàmọ́ná á yà ṣiṣẹ́ ìmọ́lẹ̀. About twenty minutes to twelve, I was still fast asleep, maybe snoring, who nose? That was how this crackling sound disturbed my sleep. And I hate being disturbed while I sleep because I know the numbers of Psalms I'd read before sleep comes. I almost cursed the source of the sound till I remembered, omooo, I was writing my poem before I slept off. Thanks to that sound, I woke up n' rushed to finish my poem.
Everything was now rush rush, because the deadline the organizer of the writing marathon, The 365 Writing Hub, gave us is 11:59pm for each day's submission. So, I finished up my poem, took it to my design app (some of you would be expecting me to mention it abi, dey play!). After designing, I rushed to Instagram to post it first, that's how my village people in wicked partnership with MTN network remembered my case is different, I wan ment!
Luckily, that cleared n' I came back to WhatsApp to submit my poem, that's how I saw my crush' message with some sort of love emojis in my DM. My head first do gbagaun! I almost loseguard make I no lie sha, but I braced up and went to submit my poem first.
Lo n' behold! I submitted on the exact minute of the deadline, 11:59pm! Omoooo! My stomach was sweet to the bumbum. This is a story no one asked me n' I'm glad I've successfully wasted your precious time too. By the way, this is not fiction. T for thanks.
© The Dhramatikpen
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