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Book Game: Get the Name of Your Book

A_Lit_Babe created this Book Game. I shared it with my followers (Twitter and WhatsApp) then I provided a book description of each title gotten. It was so much fun I have to share with you!

Mine; The Nude Harmattan of Chocolate Ice-cream 😏

What’s Yours?


ArtRahh: The red rain of catfish peppersoup

My Synopsis: I want to read this! It could be a short story collection of how the earth suffered when Oshun abandoned the other male deities.

Amaka: The nude sun of noodles

Me: I can picture myself stretching up to the sun, picking a string of noodles and unraveling this scorching heat.

Yeesuf Glory: The Green Rain of Semo.

Me: I won’t touch my white lingerie while reading this book.

TheLifeofAmaka: The Black Rain of Avocado 😂

My Synopsis: That sounds like death underneath a tree. Murder by nature. An interesting detective novel don’t you think?

The_Korede: The Nude Harmattan of Cubana Meat Charmy.

My synopsis: Ha! This is a hot night club memoir..How a desperate bottle girl became the successful owner of the biggest strip club franchise in Lagos.

TomTommieTommy: The Nude Fall of Olive Or Black Winter Meat 🌚

Me: A cookbook. That’s all

A_Lit_Babe: The Black Winter of Tofu!

Me: Sounds like Game of Thrones fanfic I’ll read.

Kessington: The Nude Rains of Mimi

Me: Definitely a coming of age novel.

Aisha: The lilac Harmattan of cookies

Me: A children’s pastry recipe book.

Dami Peter: The black rain of coffee? 🤔 Or The Black rain of Jasmine 😩

Me: A tea manual! I lovveeee


Don’t forget to play with other book lovers!

Release

Every time I hold back from giving love my body cramps. Each breath I take hurts.

You don’t reciprocate my efforts. Monotonous ‘I love yous’.

The cramps hurt my heart, in my womb, everywhere. But its the only way I stop the resentment.

Hold back. Hurt.

Hold back.


I should say, ‘I release you’ like Carol.

But I’d rather cry about our dying love and constantly check for double blue ticks and missed calls.

Why can’t you just let me mourn in peace. Let me go. Since you refuse to leave. Let me go.

Release me. I’m hurting


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Your faith makes it

You cover the plant watering bottle. Your glittering fingernail glide through the golden palm leaves. With a loud sigh you sit beside the plant pot and sip pink yoghurt.

Questions float around with Cigarettes after Sex tunes.

Where do you go after love stops growing?

Were his ‘I love you’ convincing because they are true? Or do you really want to believe him? So your faith makes it true.

You sip and lick the silky sweetness. These questions pound your head, ache your heart for answers.