Ebube Anochili's blog

Sundays were nice, really nice. A day to thank the Lord for all His blessings and also thank Him in hard times. Some preferred to sit home and thank Him, while others enjoyed worshipping Him in the assembly of His people, I fall into this category. I personally liked Sundays, the peace of it, the serenity. I liked going for Mass at St. Thomas, the chaplaincy in my school. The choir was heavenly, the priests were awesome and gave wonderful homilies. After Mass, I’d go back to my room and cook rice and stew. Growing up, it was a tradition to eat rice on Sundays. Yeah, I’m Nigerian. So, even when I’m not home, I keep the tradition. So, this particular Sunday was oddly special. I bought meat to cook with and instead of my normal rice and stew, I decided to cook fried rice. I even bought more cokes than I needed. All because I was supposedly expecting a visitor. Don’t sat the name please. I could hear my mother ringing advice into my ears, “Ekpereamaka, hapu kwa umu nwoke, na gu akwukw

Fridays were cool. I didn’t hate them, after all, it was everybody’s favorite day. A day to relax after a week of toiling, stress and all. Well, for some people, a day to club, to party, to go see movies, go on dates and all that shit. For me, it was a day to come back from lectures and stay home all night sleeping and fully Resting. Then, if I was in a good mood, get popcorn and coke and turn my room into a cinema. Only difference was I would be alone, as always. Laugh at the jokes in the movie alone, get scared alone and cry alone. Typical Friday evening, yay! If I didn’t see movies, I would draw. I loved drawing, it was more than a hobby to me. Art was life as far as I was concerned. If I didn’t draw, I would just sleep biko, nights were meant for sleeping na. I’m Louise, but trust typical Nigerians, I was called Louis which made me more male than the female I was. My Igbo name is Ekpereamaka, not that I didn’t like it, obviously prayers were lovely but I would choose Louise a m

THE DARK SERIES The Beginning… Deep into the darkness, where there isn’t a ray of light… Exploring the wonders of gloom… Walking in the shivers, alone in the cold; No, the voices that torture you keep you company. Glancing at the naked sky, searching for comfort, But the sky mocks you instead, no stars to brighten your path, the moon has abandoned you also… You are left with the cold that traps you in its trance… Painting horrible pictures of the night. And the shadows that call to you at intervals, those shadows lurking behind the trees… This is the way to the bottomless pit… Fear, the thought of it brings it closer to you… You try to hide, but you are in for worse… The journey has just begun. The Aftermath… Behold the beauty in the dark, the things that come alive in the night time… The howling from the distance… The moaning from within… The shadows still calling to you, like the ghoul invites you to its grave... The thing at its best when the sun

Dear Ify, I’m glad you enjoyed my tales, they got more interesting though. I got your reply, seriously Ify, you still sound like my mother. Lol, yes, you really mummed me. Yeah, I can see you rolling your eyes. But you know mums are the best, so you are still the best and I love you for that. You sort of bring back my sanity when I decide to go way too crazy. Kevin and I still see each other, a lot. He said, “I know you asked me to give you some time, to clear your head and all, but baby, I’m dying to be yours, to hold you in my arms without being scared you’d pull out the next minute, I want you, scratch that, I need you more than ever.” I said, “Awwn, that’s so sweet, I know you are dying, just don’t get buried before I give you my answer." What?  I’m not mean, that’s how I am na. My dear, he is still waiting. And I’ve made up my mind. I’ve answered the questions you asked me. You ready for it… • Have I gotten over Eric? Hell yeah baby, I put the nigga inside ghana

Dear Karen, Your tales at sunrise, moonlight and day light have been quite exciting and interesting. I think you really need a reply. Kevin seems like a nice a guy, to be frank, I like him, he knows what he wants. Eric is history, he left cos he is a douchebag, he can’t handle your drama and craziness, let’s not forget he cheated also. He should be forgotten, you don’t need scraps in your life when you can have the full meal. Let’s talk about you now. I need you to look at these questions I’m gonna ask, then think about them and answer yourself sincerely. Hope you’ve gotten Eric out of your mind, hope you have moved on? I sincerely hope so, the guy is bad news, I’ve always known. Then, how does Kevin make you feel now? Yeah, initially he was rebound, now he seems to be a part of your everyday life. Do you think you are ready to be in a serious relationship now? Can you handle it, are you emotionally stable to hold the relationship? From my observations, Kevin is no longer