catherine talks

I remember that cold November, its so fuzzy that I can barely remember all the details. I see the old brown couch i was  sitting on, the Loud TV that I ignored. I was 14 and alone in the house that day; I wasn’t watching the TV, reading a book or day dreaming. I was writing just like I always did, but this time it was a different note, it was a suicide note.  This wasn’t my first attempt, this was the second actually. The first attempt was  unsuccessful. I swallowed Six paracetamol hoping it would send me to the other side but it did nothing. How miserable I felt when nothing happened. My brothers had found out and told my mother who scoffed out in disbelief ´’If you die it would hurt me but not for more than three days “she sneered. That reply didn’t comfort me, if anything it made me feel worse, neglected and undervalued. So I re-strategized on something better, something stronger and something reliable. I bought over 6 packs of Amoxil hoping it would finally end my ...

I cringe as I remember her .onyinye the talk fair skinned girl with growing hips who lived next door.she had the eyes of an angel . she stuttered when she talked and would burst into tears at the slightest upset.she was 14 young,clumsy, insecure and scarred.scarred from skin to heart,surface to depth. Her mother was fat,so fat she couldn't work properly.she worked late nights wearing skimpy gowns and high heels revealing thick vericos veins that ran down her legs. She had told my mum she was a nurse but the day I saw her sweating over dressing a wound on her left knee, I believed the rumours. She only nursed men...sexually. she was trying to dress her own wound but didn't have a problem undressing the wounds of her daughter. The two things I knew about pomo (the nickname my mum gave her) was that she was a good mutilater and a good cook.when her daughter broke something accidentally she would Suprising ly  lift her heavy body,run to the room with anger and over excitement  ....

That ailment. The one that makes you bleed allover, its incubation period is from 2 days to 30 days but personally i feel it can last for eternity if you don't fight it.symptoms are nausea,headache, night mares ,insomnia, loss of breath.uncontrollable tears ,depression and bleeding from the heart.tracy just contacted it .it is in its window period so she doesnt know yet but i can tell.she has gotten a disease called heartbreak . "He still loves his ex lizzy they are still good friends but hopefully with time he will grow to love me" it even sounds pathetic writing what she said. Poor girl if only she knew the weight of her innocent words.my cute ebony black chubby hadn't learnt a thing.she had always had bad luck meeting the oddest men, ben d mamas boy, kunle d player,shola d commitement phoby,chris d arrogant freak but this? Rebound? Is another new level. david the sexy medical doctor that tracy had Recently been going out with was a burden an...

I was there, I stood in the midst of many middle aged ladies going to seize our husbands by force. I remember that fateful day. I was weak,thin and farmished from my three days dry fasting and i had resolved not to stay single for more than 22 years of my life since that was the age predicted when i casted lots with my cousins a week before but the problem was that i was only 18. I was in church and i was going to deliver my.way into marriage,that seemed logical at the time. I chose a seat beside a slim woman who i could see was probably a professional in fasting. Her leathery skin revealed she would have past the prime of youth. Like me,she wore no jewellery her earrings holes were naked and through her transparent head scalf i could see that her hair was plaited in a traditional style called "koroba".if it wasnt for her car key and phone  her oversized suit (coat ) made me think she was a beggar.i was glad i had found a vacant seat and was already about to relax my behin...

Everything froze, including the large wall clock that tick-tucked loudly in the sitting room. All eyes were fixed on me, and I just stood there stricken cold. I shut my mouth, gluing my lips together, but it was too late, the deed had been done. Right before me was the young man whom the arrow I had fired had hit, he just stood there wounded, bruised by the words of my outburst. I had done it this time and I knew it, everyone else staring also knew it. The house had been bubbling with joy as our family gathered together to celebrate Christmas, then a fierce argument broke out. Being the ‘know it all’ that I was, I took charge until this young man who was my cousin hopped in, then I said it...i said the words ‘you of all people should shut up’. Everything froze...everythng including the large wall clock that tick-tucked loudly in the sitting room. All eyes were fixed on me, and I just stood there stricken cold. Those simple words had spelt it all, they had spelt more than I had said,...

She pulled out her red blackberry, exercising her right thumb, while she dialed her husband's number; suddenly in the midst of 4 provoked tenants, my attention was monopolized to this fair plumb woman. It was just like in the movies, I paused, zoomed to rewind what I had just heard but there was no remote. ‘Honey, how can I get extra 200N, the other tenants just decided to contribute money to repair our damaged meter' I shrugged and cleaned my ears, surely I must have heard wrong. I brought out a 200N note on behalf of my flat and since I was responsible for collection, I went ahead to collect hers. ‘I don't have anything with me now, when my husband comes back, I'll see you’ she smiled, who needs a remote. ‘I didn't believe it, that statement rang in my mind. They weren’t having financial challenges, at least none that I know of, her husband was a successful entrepreneur, he was well recognized for his exploits and except for the fact that their house was sti...