HONEY DIP

bored and looking for something to shake you up in the new year...?? HONEY DIP is an event that men are haggled over and auctioned off to tingly, sexy, sassy ladies for a date ... interested men should send

1.name
2.hobbies
3.things you are interested in
4.description of yourself in a few words
5.a contact number
6.a picture

to honeysanni@gmail.com

and you will have a ride of a lifetime...
kisses...

WHATEVER YOU MAY CALL ME...

I am ripe And juicy
All filled up, ready to be squeeze
And the sweetly tart that is my juice
Is the insanely abundant love
You will go mad from my sweetness
And you will grow old from constant need
You will chew your fingers after that first bite
And swallow your lips after a final taste
You will swallow your tongue
So that you would not have to share my taste
Even with the insides of your mouth
Have some tea…have some water
Vodka and tequila would not even disguise me
For my taste has a name…one that amnesia dare not take away
Even in your darkest moments…your taste buds will beg for me
And my taste remains the same: one you will never regret
And then my juicy, sweetly tart
Is what would never quench your thirst!!

HEAT

rays of light
filtering in from flimsy curtains
falling on my bare brown skin
warming my thoughts...boiling my blood
with hope and with inspiration
with the almost joyful screams
that lay outside my window
i want to step out
out under the bright burning sun
into the smog simmering heat
and raise my face
squint my eyes
and believe completely
that the sun shines
but only because of me...

WAR OF THE SENSES

should i plug my mind
to the earphones of my heart..?
listen to her music
and dance to her tunelessness
Hands Up...Palm out
Because the only way to represent what i hear
is by touch...by feelings...by enjoying

Let my skin enjoy the cold
yet let my fingertips crave the warmth
Let my senses riot with such harmony
and understanding where their differences lie

My hands would hear what my ears can taste
my tongue would smell what my nose can feel
but not until my skin sees just what my heart sings...!!

I JUst Remembered

They laugh all around me
but i cant hear a sound
the electric guitar of the rock music that i'm listening to
gives my heart a wild stacatto thumping
but i need to smile
because their laughter is infectious
and though, i cant hear it
i can see the light in their eyes
and i can smell their lightful silliness

Each one of us, lazing around
on a cold rainy morning
when warmth is enclosed in our abode
and i do not even know if they are talking to me
she's climbing her bed
and for a minute, her clumsiness seems slick
and natural and smooth
one that has come with an ingrown ease

The other surfing that soft sell magazine
wonder in her eyes
and excitement on her features
what she must be thinking...
look at the pictures i can see her say
i wish i was one of them

now i know that this experience is closer
than the smell of rain
but yet farther than my thoughts

TO the who shared their lives and garri with me
i can not get you out of my head
because i still anticipate moments
and i still feel the warmth of a room filled with girls

To Nkiru, Ona, Jessica, Moji, Anita and Kemi
because i survived a year
and i wasn't quite sure how

moji and ona

nkiru

kemi and i

jessica and i

WORKING WITH KRAZIES...

SO Y'ALL i'm sitting across this girl,my nu manager wondering how thoroughly inhuman she can be and yet, seeking some sort of understanding lack of affection from these others that i work with.These would be the cashiers and the waitresses buh  as usual, in between my inate headache and this lady, my feelings are spilling out of my skin and shooting sparks to my brain.what do i do when bosses are horid humans that lack personalty and ...dare i say, an understanding of humanity?. i do not request forgiveness because i feel what i refuse to behold with my eyes.

p.s. u shld follow http://iamtobie.blogspot.com/ simply because he just knows how to accept followership!! buh as much as i love him, i love my baby more!!!

NOTHING

HERE I AM
an exhausted pillar
quickly chirping into disrepair
where my foundation is breaking

HERE I AM
a bearer of myself
an extenuating pile of gabbage
my use lying in only being discarded

HERE I AM
with my strength taken away
and my legs melting underneath me
and my heart in my farmer's palms

HERE I AM
all feeling and no logic
all pain and no respite
all longing and no fulfilment
all accepting of my position

HERE I AM
helpless
for you hide, while i seek and find not
because thou whilst me not to
I call and i know you hear
but you answer only under your breath

HERE I AM
a failed vessel
my offering is struck down
and nightmare has come
i choke on words that should please you
and your eyes bleed from a sight that should fill you

my fear is my lunch
and your love is the leftover
you do not need to speak
but i need to hear it

I AM NOTHING.

Dear you

It is a new day
and i have just stopped crying my heart out
not because i really wanted to
but because i almost had no reason to keep crying
is that reflective or just plain annoying
to continue to abide in sorrow?
What if i enjoy it??

It has begun to rain
and i run underneath her pelting shield
and scream my lungs out
i should have the shakes afterward
and a few days later, wake up to a cold
while i use tissue after handkerchief
but what if i enjoy it??

It is a day on my bed
with an illness that would not let go of my body
residing and exploring in every nerve ending
with a wrapper that is tied around my chest
torn at the side, and fading after each wash
while i down each medicine with fanta
so i think again...
...maybe i just plain enjoy it.

ONE DAY'S EXPERIENCE!!

he's standing afore me
and his mouth is already moving
everything is slow,his words....the sounds...
and his lips shape to pronounce each word that he is saying....
perhaps...i might listen...this time.

my fingers are balled up in a tight fist
and my mouth turn down in annoyance
i object
"i told you. it was not me..."
but he is screaming now
yelling his head off
and even before he lifts his hand
i know....
but my plea is too late and unheard
the blow whacks my face
and my neck snaps to the left..too quickly
my ear is ringing..feels like it's on fire
and my eyes are turning around

"please not again. not anymore"
but the second blow is worse than the first
i should've gotten used to it by now
and i feel my legs buck beneath me
and my body give way

i can taste the tangy saltiness of blood on the roof
of the inside of my mouth
and my tooth feels loose...again

his satisfied smile is enough to turn my helplessness to anger
.....is enough to fuel the fire raging in my belly
there must be something...
because i can't take it anymore
but as i get up
an immense blow whacks me again

my eyes are blurry
and my head is spinning
but i stretch out my hand
just in time...
what is this...?
oh gosh...maybe not...maybe yes
and his sneer is blood curling
almost barbarian

"leave me alone." i scream, my throat painful from his punches
..."and you'll do what?" he mocks me
taunting me
sneering at me
laughing at me
HOW dare he?!
HOW DARE HE??!!!
but he smiles just as he lands another blow...THAK!!
again, and again, and again.
and he's still laughing...

STOP!! STOP!!!
i can feel my hand close around it
and another blow...? NO!
NO MORE!!

but what i remember most
is the blank look of shocking disbelief in his eyes
and the butt of the knife sticking out from his gut
and the blood...oh! the blood spurting at my face
and the heat in my belly
that has turned into a chilling cold.

CHEMICAL X for YOU THIS WEEKEND!!

Apples, Oranges, Lemons and everything nice
Your weekend is just begun...
going out and wondering what the bar tender served you?
Having the boys over and wondering how to make that friend confess??
or just plain chilling with your boo???

       I HAVE THAT RECIPE...but shhh!! i did not give it to you...

  *drum rolls please*
 TANGERINE, ORANGE(S), PINEAPPLE, MANGO VODKA AND SMIRNOFF ICE.
(DO NOT ADD GRAPES)
Squeeze the tangerine and oranges, the pineapple juice, mango and smirnoff ice in a decanter
Then add the vodka (amount is to your discretion and your taste buds)
And freeze.

p.s. I'm waiting for feedback or you do not get another recipe for next weekend!

Kisses.

TO YOU

DEAR Q,
     I ask questions of myself that I hardly know answers for
     my head is a mass of unanswered questions and unwanted thoughts
     unforgettable memories and unhinged trains of ideologies
     THIS IS WHAT I AM!

    A straw doll, joined only by electric wiring and shock absorbent brain wave lenghts
    yet my features are never of a sublime nature
    I want, I wish, I need, I expect, I promise.
    I cry,   I laugh,   I play
    I am filled with the antithesis and oxymorons of the strictest and extreme natures.
   I am YOU when you let your tempers reign with a minute dose of rationality

   Passions that drive you are only wont to fail you
   I Love. Then I Hate.
   I am never indifferent.
   Accuse me...
   For I want to capture you!

    

EMOTIONS ABOUND

…emotions
the springing power of glory
glory in joy, glory in pain
the filling fulfillment of each feeling
threatening to choke you to happy brightness
and gag the demanding spirit coursing through you.

…emotions
Running deep like a blood springing heart
Running amok like uncivilized barbarians
Running free like a warm clear spring

the singing of a startled sort of silence
the bright light behind closed eyelids
the hugging dampness pressing close to the skin

…emotions
flying high, flying far
awakening the dormant experiences
that ecstasy is sure to give
bursting forth from the dead cocoon of a worm’s body
the springing yellow of butterfly wings
forever flapping in your stomach


what, therefore does it mean…
….to feel?
Where is the sign?
The racing heart and the raging needs
The desire to inspire
From deep within the crux of YOUR being
Does it quicken your mind…
…or perhaps, hastens your thoughts
….speedy heartbeats
…….skipping feet.

Emotions abound.

EKO

with the hustling, the bustling and the shuffling people

LAGOS screams at me
with the blaring of trailer horns, the honking of okada rider's horns and the lousy yells of early risen conductors
with the heat of the sun, the smells that emanate from the hot sand beneath our feet and potholes of tepid water

LAGOS seeks attention
....with the long queues for BRT buses, the longer queues for an early morning road side breakfast and the longest queues....cars bumping and grinding as people rush off to work, trying to beat the early morning traffic- that is already there!!

the smell of frustration fills the air
the loud radios from mallams as they hurry to open their stalls, just before their competition does

LAGOS makes herself known
...with the weather beaten look of every manual labourer
lethargy in the eyes of early morning cleaners
their hissing, their complaints, their nagging
the street men that argue football in the day, argue money in the afternoon and argue beer at evetide.

LAGOS likes to hustle
LAGOS likes to work
LAGOS likes to settle

..........five o'clock rush out of the office, rush hour traffic, the stale sweat
......the opening road side bars and the begining of large sales of stout and star lager beer
......the weary sighs
..... the tired smiles
and the ginger for the bubbling to start.

LAGOS is filled
LAGOS is fulfilled
LAGOS will cry
LAGOS will laugh
LAGOS will then shout

"EKO O NI BAJE O"

If yu have a soft stomach...DNT READ!!

Your eyes

dark as night

the full lashes, their clear whiteness

i have been looking intently at you

and i can feel the warmth rush up from my belly

this need to fall into your eyes

how they speak loudly

and tell me to explore you

and you to explore me

your lips
soft to touch,
soft to taste
filling me with its thickness
your darting tongue
playing against my roughness

the stubs of hair on your strong chin
and a jaw that speaks volumes

my hand runs down your hairy chest
and my mouth follows suit
my tongue licking your anticipation to feverish heights

as i take your perky nipples into my mouth,

between my teeth as my tongue circles it...

...slowly...

now i know...i know...

so i release this tigress
and take you in my mouth
suckling softly, then suckling hard
my tongue tracing your beautiful hardness

i rise up to give you a desperate kiss
as you find your way to my feminine softness
and fill me to expansion
filling me to fulfillment
and i tell you to watch
my breathe singing softly against your ear
as you watch you go in and out
in and out...in and out...
and i can scream your name...just for the first time

my breathiness is heavier than before
your name is singing in my head
two syllables...your name
as you drive harder, harder
until you can feel my shudder
as i turn hot,
then turn cold
goose bumps running down my skin

the tingling sensations running down your spine
blood pounding in your head
your ears are ringing

and the pleasure that you can feel in your toes

as inch by considerable inch

my tightness grabs your hardness

a fist: tight, hot, nervous, wet.

you call my name

and i scream yours

as you burst into a million stars

and i ride on the wings of pleasure.

*sigh*

PROLOGUE

He held the women by each side
the two women who held him with each hand
as he watched the procession that went on.
he felt calm...and in those last days,
his happiness came from watching her smile, knowing that she was happy
and he was sure that she was.

They were always so happy
and as she grew more tired and weak
he knew he had to save her
from the only things he could shield her from

That little time he spent feeling her pain..like it was his
his hand hurt with hers
his heart failed when hers did
he could not leave
he was sure that she would open her eyes
and smile at him again.

He couldnt leave
just to the kitchen
to get her a glass of water
just to the kitchen for a minute
but that was all the time it took

she was cold...so cold
"not yet" he whispered
but it was time.

It took him time to realise that the two women were about to leave
"not yet" he whispered again
but for a different reason
but they understood
and as they turned their backs
the wind was in his face
cooling his face
and touching his tears
and carried his adieus on her wings.