Scribblings Of A Dramatic Introvert

Ireti woke up with a start in the middle of the hardly silent night, sitting up on the makeshift bed they had created out of the only sofa in the one room apartment she lived in with her family. She looked around her and picked up her phone to check if it was near morning. The small screen of the TECNO “torchlight phone” brightened up and displayed 1:08. It was barely past midnight yet she couldn’t bring herself to sleep. Her feet swept on to the concrete floor covered in a patched up green carpet. The floor was a bit too warm as a result of the heat burnt out by the half a dozen of occupants in the room. She turned to her side, her eyes meeting the closed ones of her sister with whom she shared the sofa. There wasn’t electricity supply so the army of mosquitoes had arrived the room, whizzing in in their numbers from the uncovered overflowing gutters that passed just below their window. Knowing she couldn’t risk stepping around her younger siblings who were deep...

Possessed "...all you thought I wasn't,  All I've always been,  The sweetness you lack,  The venom to smother you. Your blindness kept you away, Your fears shut you out, You were buried deep in, You couldn't notice. Here I am, Right before you...."  Qetsiyah©  "It's been years. Fifteen long years since the worst of it all. You'll be fine. Just damn it all." I try telling myself this over and over again while staring blankly at Mayowa who is seemingly absorbed in his own reassuring words. He must think I'm actually listening to him considering he's not even slowing it down the least.  "I can't." I cut in, putting my hand up to stop him. Making a gesture of my fingers to point at the both of us, I shake my head still,  "We...can't." Then I reach for my handbag beside me on the bench, sling it across my shoulder and shut my eyes as he lets out an exasperated gasp. Whoever sai...

Some days, we find ourselves in our deep ends; lost as we try to grasp onto anything which can reassure us we do exist after all (Or maybe this is just me). There's a depth we all never wish to fall into, but then we find ourselves trailing that path, slipping away slowly. These are dark days. Days when we find it hardest to put on our smiles, not even the fakest of grins. Nothing just fits and we just want to kick and scream at whoever, whatever. Just never us. When we try to hold a meaningful conversation in these dark moments, it ends as though the universe is turned against us and then that peaceful chat we stopped to have with that ordinarily amazing person turns into a pissed conversation and most times we walk off, mad at them of cour...