Stories that touch by Oyinkansola A. Ogunyinka
The tongue-tied feeling that comes over me when I attempt to read your expressions and end up catching your eyes. Fighting not to get lost in them means I have to pause and gather my wits.
The name of the game is give and take You give that you may be given And you are given so that you may give
‘What exactly are you trying to say?’ Tade was starting to get worried. Arinze lowered his voice even more and bent towards him conspiratorially. He spoke in hushed tones. ‘I am saying that all the past owners of that house have died mysteriously and everybody knows. Everyone is afraid to buy it so it has been empty for the past three years. Rumour has it that a ghost haunts the house.’
We have no excuse but to live each day INTENTIONALLY, with PURPOSE and towards a PRODUCTIVE END. It is our RESPONSIBILITY to live like everyday is our last because it just might be. We never know when it will all end. It could be the second after you finish reading this and it could be eighty years from now or more.
We stand by the docks, our emotions in letters They float in little wooden boats, pushed by the winds of our affection For in the deep corners of our hearts, rests the hidden mail box Out of the reach of society Where eyes can’t see, nor hands touch
So, in order to say a bit more of the things I have in mind, I write them out, and they flow out of me with ease, and sometimes, even with some finesse and aesthetic. Most times, I don’t have to think too hard. The words are just right there, dancing around in my head, waiting for me to ink them. I write because I have more to say than I am allowed to. I will write until I have said it all…which will be most likely…never.
You know, when they talk about love, they don’t tell you everything. No, they sugar-coat it and talk about happily ever afters, the simple and complex arguments and the bizarre breakups. Maybe they even tell of some of the struggles…but they never talk about us. They don’t tell you of the several trials and errors. They don’t tell you of the pain, and the stigma. They don’t tell you about us, the ones who fall for people we can’t be with.
...The eye contacts, the brush of our fingers, the thumping of my heart when I find myself staring at your lips, wondering how they'd feel against mine...and get caught in the act...
And we'll always be here, waiting to tell your stories, Your humble wordsmiths
Show someone love today (you can tag them if you want or even just send a DM. Just tell them how much you love and appreciate them. I don't think anyone ever gets tired of hearing that. P.S: It could even be me. What are you waiting for? Go for it!)
Be humble. Sit down Yes, I said it. And don't worry, I'm also taking notes for the girl in the mirror (that's me).
One day, when the glory comes, it'll be ours...
But I'd rather not hear from you, how you've loved me since we were two
Anyway, I went to ask my younger sister if I could borrow her phone to use for Instagram but she was sleeping. Sleeping! Sleeping ke? At this critical time when I was about to shoot the shot that would shoot me out of St. Singlehood. Never! So, I woke her up to ask her for the phone and her password (every 16-year-old has that these days…jeez).
He watched his mother take his last breath. In all his life, he had never felt so…empty. The moment it was about to happen, that moment when everything stopped and the universe stood at attention for an act that altered his life forever, he knew.
'Sure.’ I smiled at him like the lovestruck idiot that I was. I watch him walk off and imagined how the beautiful babies we’d have would be just as funny as he was. We’d live in a house by the lake, have three children and the rest would fall into place.
Fall on your knees Ye offspring of Jezebel Your feet have led your heart to ruin As your fingers played a tune of doom Know ye not that haughty hearts Attract all but things that edify Have you not heard of destruction; the daughter of pride? Or have you forgotten so quickly, the fate of …
It is a conspiracy, it is weird, bizarre and a secret that should have been obvious. Someway somehow, we are all messed up and are just covering madness with sane people clothes.
I’ve been avoiding you ever since…not because I’m embarrassed…okay maybe I am…a little…but because I’ve started writing a book…it’s about you.
Hi guys. My name is Lola and I know you don't know me. I stole Grace's laptop because I really need to tell you guys this. I need the world to understand why I dropped out of school because I feel it will help a lot of people in achieving their goals and objectives in life. Seriously. So here goes:
See that girl up there, well...that's me. Lol, I'm kidding, that's not me. It's just a picture I got off Google that kind of fit my mood as of now. I am Kemi, 24, brown-skinned, engaged and always hungry. I am also a hopeless romantic....I love love but love doesn't seem to love me. Sometimes …
P . U . B . L . I . S . H . E . D Again!!! '' “You make me sick!” I spit at him as he advances towards me, his white sandals making a foreboding tap-tap on the tiles. He simply smiles back, his predator to my prey. “What can I say? …
Continue reading "The Room (A Novel by Grace Ola Oyinkansola on OkadaBooks)"
Charged air. Heavy breathing. Thumping hearts. Eyes met. This feeling was mutual but they were the only ones in the room who knew what was going on. Everyone else carrying on their business in the airport waiting area like nothing was out of the ordinary but they knew…they knew. He knew and she knew too. …
Hey guys! So, I wrote for an anthology recently and it has finally been published in hardcover. Yay!!! It is basically about the prejudice and societal lines that have been drawn between races of the world because of varying skin tones. We need to stop the hate and spread more love and that's why the …
Hey hey guys! I’m back again to take you through the labyrinth that is my mind. I was recently in a session and the speaker focused on telling us to “find our space” and at the end of it all, what I was able to get was that, in order to truly make a difference …
I closed my diary and rolled on the bed to stare at the ceiling. Then, I reached out to put off the bedside lamp and simply stayed there on my bed thinking. I had just written about my fight with Eniola, my best friend. Why did boys have to be such a problem? I turned …
Book Cover!!!!! You can go download my short story for free on OkadaBooks. It's for the Campus Writing Challenge. How The Great Have Fallen details the enigmatic rise and fall of controversial Nigerian Senator Baja. The tale is honestly told through the eyes of his only daughter, Nini, who is almost drowned in the vortex …
I sat and listened as the preacher taught us: The beginning of freedom is death And the limitation of man is life Life is a cage and death is freedom For the immortal to be born he must die And for gold to form it must burn. Until the tree’s seed falls and …
I struggle, I twist and turn, I roll over in stubbornness while she suffers I do not want her to suffer neither do I want her in pain But… It is she who has been assigned To introduce me to this world Even in her travail, she is determined to do so And I to …
“Perfect? But...,what about fun Mo?” “It’s not about fun, fun is not in this picture and it’s not been for a long time. And don’t call me Mo. We’re not friends.” They stood there for a long time. He tried to decipher why she thought he would ever hit her and she wondered for the …
“Yeah. Much much easier.” He teased. She smiled for the first time since he’d seen her and he had to stop himself from reaching out to touch her, she was so beautiful. “You know I’ve been searching for a dance partner for quite some time and I think you might be it.” He said on …
Lagos, Nigeria June, 2007| An exercise mat laid on the sparsely lit dance floor as a stereo played soft music in the background, Tasha Cobbs’ Grace. A lone dancer in black tights and a black top walked gracefully unto the dance floor, changing the song to Mercy Said No by Cece Winans with a swift …
She had never been a big person; some would even call her build slight. With curly jet black afro hair, her almond colored eyes complimented her light skinned; eyes that seemed to bore into your soul whenever she set them on you. She had a way of commanding attention wherever she was. You couldn’t exactly …
He was hungry. She was hungry. So, they decided to eat but neither knew how to cook. They tried boiling white rice but ended up with a mushy mess that looked more like toothpaste than food. The stew didn't turn out any better, a pot of tasteless red liquid that eventually ended its life as …
My love for this song. This song paints the best of pictures. Highly recommended. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBumgq5yVrA
Father just died, but it brings more joy than sorrow. What do you do when it's Mother who murdered him?
Death may rock your world, but love'll find you in the darkest hour. Norman for the win!
Jam! Jam! Jam! You should check it out on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0yW7w8F2TVA
I haven’t told a tale in a while but I hope it’s well worth the wait...okay, I admit, I’m not sure you’ll like it; but I’ll tell you anyway. So, all summer I’ve been working on a project and recently I went out for an assignment with one of my team members, a guy (yay, …
My fingers tremble feverishly Eyes watering from fatigue And breath in short hot wisps A yawn escapes my lips From the depths of my loins Exhaustion calls my name The body is weak Yet the mind is ever alert Sleep eludes me And so I stay awake And bear my burden Till the rest I …
Don’t forget me, my beloved Ours was a bond comparable to none Don’t you think we made a good team? We would be good on Broadway wouldn’t we? Do you remember how we fooled each other? And how our pawn masters spurred us on Don’t you think they had quite the show? Watching us make …
"As much as I always want to be right, I know that I'm not always."
Nigeria…When people mention this country, it triggers a lot of emotions in the mind of citizens ranging from love to irritation to annoyance to anger to frustration. This labyrinth of emotions can largely be attributed to the unpredictable as well as exciting nature of occurrences in Nigeria. If it’s not the foremost citizen of the …
"Choose to dwell on the positives."
"Sorry I'm not the kind person I wish to be...I'm rotten inside. Please, forgive me." "No one is beyond redemption. You just need to let yourself be loved."
"If she gives you her heart wholly, don't make her regret it."
"We think we "know" how others feel but we can't even begin to imagine..."
"Sometimes, those we trust the most are those who hurt us the most..."
Hey guys! So, I decided to start a series of short memoirs based on personal experiences and general inspirations, I hope you guys love it! Ciao! -The Grace Ola
Adesewa walked as fast as her legs could carry her to the palace. She knew the news would get to Adedibu one way or the other and she didn’t want him to hear from any stranger. It was already the talk of the town’s jesters. His wife, the Olori had been caught in bed with …
Continue reading "“A king, if he forgets who he is, will live like a common man.”"
Natalia's space
Young Readers Website
I've Learned The Most Unlearning Everything I've Ever Known
Poetry, Short Stories and Violent Ideas
Immature poet imitate...but the mature one steal from the depth of the heart
A Lifestyle Blog By Rachna
