Sewing Machine

Yeah yeah so the prompt for today is sewing machine and I came up with this…

It always feels bad to know that you are being used but you know what’s worse? Remaining in that used position, once you know get out and away from it. Such a person doesn’t deserve you at all, throw away the emotions and be strong because that strength is inside of you. And what’s more? You have God too!!!


​We are the light of the world, we are a city set on the hill that cannot be hidden. We are the salt of the earth, the earth cannot do without us. So take your place as THE light and don’t let any distraction or baggage of the world hold you down or stop you from shining and you have the Creator of the whole universe to lean on so if He is for you nothing can be against you!!!

TEAM: Ridiculous Matters of The Heart (Amebo levels)

I really cannot laugh ooo. I only pity the painfully gullible girl. So I was walking back from work and minding my business with my over sized head set around my neck when I saw this peculiar looking couple. 

The girl looked no more than fifteen, she looked like those house girls you leave in the house all day long so much that they begin to deceive themselves about their true position in the house. The boy was another sorry story, one short smallish boy that looked like he just received incomplete training on how to make a girl feel like he is the man (you need to see that ill fitting bravado stance he was giving, touching his immature beards every ten seconds and trying unsuccessfully to cup the girl’s waist every other one minute)

Normally when I see a guy toasting or trying to toast a girl, instinctively I start shaking my head for the girl (in my mind o! before you start picturing one old sister shaking head like a lunatic on the road) but I couldn’t even shake my head, the whole thing looked so pathetic. Somehow I think I was in the amebo mood so I moved closer and started walking slowly, I was now looking serious like someone in very deep thought. 

Apparently, she was in that stage where both of them know that they are dating but she was still putting up some not making sense feeble efforts to fend him off. Okay so eventually I found out what the paparazzi was all about o, like I had guessed so correctly babe was the only one at home and bros wanted to come in, so aunty stayed like body guard trying to guard the small entrance with her tiny body while uncle kept persuading and cupping.

“They will soon come back now, shey you will come and be going”

“There is still time now, let me enter, bawo lo se n se bayii now” uncle was still trying to cup her waist while doing the oral braggadocios pleading

“Leave me alone jhor, me I want to enter o, Efon ge mi je now” aunty was saying and still twirling by the gate like Cinderella

I could not stop laughing till I got to my gate, before my dog starts thinking I had gone mad and start barking at me. Just imagine the nonsense baby drama! I felt nothing but disgust for the wicked boy I am certain will disappear from planet earth once he hears just the p in pregnant and I pitied the girl. Oga would probably send her away and she would give birth to another bastard child and start struggling with another human being at her tiny age. It was just unfortunate I could do nothing but laugh.

Red Rose

I have been writing a series of short stories and poems on my Instagram page for some days now and it is to last for a month. They are basically random themes from the organizers of the monthly prompts. The picture above is from the prompt of today which is “the red rose”. It has been interesting so far, you could check the previous ones on my page @tolarnee

The red rose is simply about remaining connected to God because he is the vine and we are the branches, we are dead if we are disconnected; its simply a matter of time


So a friend of mine, Dara Ahmed and I decided to write a poem on this beautiful and soulful picture we saw and that’s what you are seeing above. I was to start it and she was to complete and I can’t believe how beautiful it turned out. I will definitely try to write more poems with people. Two poetry filled heads is actually better than one.




Its hazy, misty
I see little
Or nothing at all
I am tired of searching through the darkness
With no direction at all
I fall to the left and right
Bruises my painful trademark
I am weak
I can move no more
I hear nothing
I feel alone
No friends
No words of encouragement
But go I must
Forward I must move
In the midst of the mist
And suddenly I realise
There are bodies all around
Bodies of those that have fallen
In the midst of the mist
Yet I still stand
Strong and firm
I am not better than all those bodies
Not more hard working
Or even stronger
But God chose to love me
To have mercy on me
And guide me
Through the midst of the mist
Suddenly it doesn’t seem hazy
Or misty
It’s all bright again
And I now understand
Even in the midst of the mist
He still loves me
And is ever present with me