Teen Scribblers

She was tall.  That was all he saw when I first peeked at her. She was tall. I liked tall girls, being tall myself. At 6'2 with a body like mine, most girls made me feel like a pedophile (I know you're thinking I'm buff and ripped... YoU aRe WrOnG). Being fat and tall had it's advantages but not with slim and short girls, they mostly looked like children to me. This one though, was very tall, nothing less than 5'9 by my estimate. Them long legs captured my eyes and I followed them all the way to the top of her head only stopping to do justice to the ample backside she presented to me. 'Damn!' I thought to myself, 'she packing some real ammo right there'. So i stood up and walked towards her. The restaurant I'd come to take my evening meal was almost empty. Nobody eats this early in the evening, apart from me and apparently this lovely lady. She turns around just as I got behind her and in her shock thinking was going to harm her or so...

Go outside  Look at the sun With a mountain in sight In the evening, the sun glows An orange ball of warmth The sun shines down  With music on my mind  These thoughts flow  Through my fingers to my keyboard The beauty in the struggle  The fire that makes Gold I probably see life through a bubble But then, even my troubles are bold I try to see the beauty in my Country What makes my home a tourist attraction Even with the international embarrassment We call politicking I see proud mountains and hills That have stood for ages  That probably have stories That endure in a timeless haze I cast my mind to the warm springs Where warm water comes from nature And coexists with cold water Water so clean, it could be used. Have a cup, of tea I remember from NTA The horse shows to the north The stallions pride  While he races to the music The ancient art  Of ancestors past The creativity inherent  In our blood The music  Both old and new  That ...

I’m indifferent towards blogging, I prefer vlogging because I think by means of video, you can actually connect more to the person creating the content but here I am. This Covid break got me thinking about a lot of things, actually, it got a lot of people thinking about a lot of things and overthinking can be toxic without an appropriate outlet and so I decided to blog because, it is not every time that a person will feel like being in front of a camera. You might think “What is Koko talking about?”, “This has nothing to do with the topic!” so I might as well just cut right to the chase. I recently posted a quote I thought up on my instagram and a friend asked me to expatiate. It goes like this “There is no FREEDOM anywhere. Do Not bE a sLavE of liberation”. At the moment of posting it, it made a lot of sense to me because no matter how free we think we are, we would always be slaves to our desires, goals and ambition. But during the course of explaining to my friend, I realised much m...

  Watching you from the corner, you're smiling like you have no care in the world. Only that smile is not for me. It's for her. You're happy with her. She's not scared to tell you she loves you. You're safe with her, she's your haven. You're forever with her, she’s your fairytale love. She knows your deepest secrets, knows your fear, what makes you tick. She knows what makes you smile. She'll make you your favorite dish. She'll be the one to kiss you Good morning and goodnight. She'll know how you're scared of the dark and your favorite color is blue. She'll play hide and seek with you as you relive your child hood days. She'll pull your beard and laugh at your silly jokes.    I wonder if you think of me, think of us. I meant it when I said I hope I never see the day that you'll move on and be happy without me, your exact words were " Ifemi , if the world should stand still, my love for you will keep growing'. Yet you...

Travelling the world had always been a dream for Babs. Don't be fooled by the tittle, Babs is short for Babalola. Babs left home at the age of Eighteen and from the streets of Sapele he ended up traveling the far reaches of the earth. For now, those are stories for another time. I was simply an associate to Babs, barely a footnote in his story, (though he might say otherwise) and after seeing his antics and the ways he used to get in and out of trouble, but yet he was the unsung legend I have decided to tell you about. This is the story of Babs and how he came to be called, Babushkaba. So sit back, take a cup of tea and relax. It's going to be a long journey. According to Babs, he left his home on a Sunday morning because as poor as his people were they always ran around preparing for church and he wasn't an avid believer in religion. He did agree that there was a higher power but he didn't particularly think any religion had the best idea about who or what ...

You know, each time I hear people say "I fell out of love", I keep asking myself, did they ever really love? Cause to be honest, I don't think we humans ever really stop loving. That is, if you ever loved in the first place, no matter how little it may have been. Truth be told, your heart is big enough to love every soul in the world and judging from the fact that there are over 7 billion people who look like you and I, that means your heart is really big. That's why when you fall for that person, no matter how bad it may have ended or how much hatred you may claim to harbor within you, have you ever asked yourself why you still get affected or sometimes feel that little iota of pity or sentiment when something is not right with the one you once loved? The truth is you still wanna check up on them, know how they are, know what's up with them, know how they doing or how they feeling, you actually can't help yourself. Sometimes you even catch yourself thinking ...

I can hear you now I couldn't hear before  But I can hear you now Right now before you go  I can hear you I don't have an answer for your questions I don't have a response for your queries I'm lost in your tirade  I wither before your rage I can't say anything I can't do a thing I guess this is the end It's the end of the road for us They say nothing lasts forever  but who ever expected us to end so easily  my emotions in control, barely I never expected it to bad early I don't blame you I've been a fool acted dumb like mule basically just being a tool I didn't talk so you talk too much I didn't try  so you tried too hard I wish it had been different I wish I had been stronger I wish i had told you P.S, I still love you

I feel lighter A bounce in my step A smile on my face A song in my head   The sun seems brighter The sky bluer The clouds fluffier Any rainbows will probably be "colorfuller"   As I walk this road People look at me And feeling quite bold I said hi like we were gees   I suddenly stop I wonder the reason Why am I in a good mood? A thought comes to me   It can’t be that Can it? Have you ever felt this good For such a mundane thing   Do people feel this good Get in such a high mood And walk with peace even in the hood Just for a kiss? If so then I want more I want more light I want to feel the light I want to touch the light.

This morning was turned sour Woke up without you by my side Where's My Ride or Die? I searched for you my love Though I'm still searching Just a clue or hint But all you left behind Made me clueless Empty space Rumpled sheets It's a special type of feeling Always lingering in your presence Only you remakes an old heart  Back into it's youthful vigour I could always and forever write about you But what's left is nothing I miss you  Only you can fill your space I am with heavy eyes Even if I'm to rest  Where would I? My Succulent Bed I miss you ~Eustachio