Blunt Tales and Coffee ☕️

Photo: Pinterest Liking a boy is embarrassing.  You’re not sure if he really likes you even when he shows you that he really likes you. You don't know if he’s telling you the truth even though all he's ever shown you is something that resembles the truth. What? Is he gon’ disgrace me when we go to dinner too? Leave me at the table abruptly saying he has to go to the convenience for a little mid-dinner poo? I don't know if it's my insecurities speaking to me or just plain facts.  See, I wanted to call it my past, but that ain't that. It's the customary weight of people’s tales, people’s fears, people's tears that I have to carry on my back. My mother, my sisters, my cousins, my friends… they've all got something to say. Like, “I thought he was the one, but I found out he was gay.” Like, “I thought he was the one, but he couldn't keep his penis to himself for a day, even worse when I was away.” “I thought he was the one, but he later left all the famil...

Some people say ever since COVID which happened around the year 2019/2020, something has shifted, something feels different, like our lives have been upended in a way that feels far from realistic. Some say things have always been this way for the longest, evil did not start marinating recently, we only get to see it often in the present because we have cellphones with social media applications. Back in the days, the world’s horrors could be hidden. You'd have to visit a newspaper stand or own a television, which many people were not privileged enough to have at the time, to hear of the atrocities committed against humanity by humans themselves. Either way, these passing years, there’s no denying that we’re being plunged further into really dark times. One would think that with the influx of education and technology, our problems would lessen. Ironically, all our problems have ever seemed to do is heighten; from natural death that’s as rampant as flies, rape, robbery, sexual/non-...

By sober, Vivian meant ‘stay without getting into an entanglement of any sort’. In her opinion, none of it was worth it. Her day could start out perfectly and end drastically all because she decided to fall in love with a boy. No, no, no, no. Actually, it wasn’t love. Love had nothing to do with her keeping up with their sad excuse for a penis, attitude, and hygiene when she could have simply used the door. It wasn’t love that made her tolerate Nkwam’s saliva-infused lips drawing close to her for inseparable moments whenever they were within the four walls of his three-bedroom apartment at Orji and outside of it.  It wasn’t love that made her offer tight-lipped smiles whenever Ojong bragged to their friends about his private room expertise, when his private room expertise reeked of nothing but amateurism. It wasn't love that made her stay with Takim a while after he'd mashed her face with both his palms for disrespecting him during a disagreement that mostly stemmed from her c...