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Dawn and Dusk three


“Do you think we should wake him up now?” Dawn asked.
“We need to wait a bit. Besides I want to inject some painkillers into him.” Dusk said.
“You don’t have to inject him with painkillers. The sole aim of the experiment is to know how much pain he can endure.” Dawn retorted.

The young man who was the subject of the experiment was tied to a beam in a pool of his own blood, vomit and urine. He head was hanging in an awkward manner and he appeared to be unconscious. They were all in an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere.

“I don’t like the way you cut out his tongue. Now we won’t be able to ask him how he is feeling.” Dusk lamented.
“Calm down D, his expression will tell us all we need to know. Besides, we can always pick up another test subject.” Dawn explained.
Dusk picked up a bucket filled with water and emptied it on the young man tied to the beam. The man woke up and saw two people standing over him. In less than two seconds, realization dawned on him and he screamed. Tears flowed down his cheeks as he screamed and more. He opened his mouth to talk but he only succeeded in making a series of grunts. He hung his head defeated after struggling for a while and spied his tongue in the pool of his own blood a few feet away from him.

“Welcome back friend. I am Dawn, and you?”
“grr…hmmm….” The young man managed.
“I believe you rendered him speechless. And that is what your beauty does to people.” Dusk said.
“You always know the right things to say Dusk. You are so cute I can kiss you right now, right here” Dawn said.

“As much as I hate sharing saliva, I’ll make an exception for you.” Dusk replied.
In one swift motion, Dusk embraced Dawn and they locked lips. Like two performers on stage, their lips mingled and intertwined. Seeking the pleasures hidden in the realm of the mouth. The young man’s blood served as an eerie background to the young couple who were engaged in the dance of romance. After what seemed like an eternity. They disengaged.
“Wow! Apart from its ability to communicate diseases, kissing appears to be wonderful.” Dusk said.
“For a moment, I felt like we are the only humans in the world.” Dawn replied dreamily.
“Don’t you think she is cute?” Dusk asked the young man.
“grr…hmmm….” The young man managed.
“Oh! I think our kiss left him speechless.” Dusk joked.
Dawn moved closer to the young man and slapped him hard on the face. The young man screamed. As much as his condition allowed him. Dusk slapped him too on the other cheek and he passed out from the pain.

“I’m going out back to dig his grave. Finish him any way you see fit.” Dusk finished.
Dawn smiled and kissed Dusk lightly on the lips. Dusk picked up a spade lying around and went to dig a hole in the back of the warehouse which will serve as the grave of the young man. Meanwhile Dawn picked up the scissors she used earlier on the young man’s tongue and slit his wrists. She went about it like a practiced samurai playing with his sword.
The young man was unconscious when she slit his wrists, but never again will he be conscious.

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MY TOWN

Calmness, serenity, tranquility, placidity
All these to mention a few
Is the characteristics of my town
I am from Osogbo, Oroki Asala

A town with several valiant leaders
Which other town refer to as achievers
They are believers
Of greatness and never wavers

I am from a town that lies
On coordinate of 7’46 North and 4’34 East
Covering about 47kilometres and 544 compounds
With occupants of around 156694

I am from Oroki Asala
The land blessed with peace and unending benediction
Favored by Osun Osogbo
And granted unequal prosperity by sovereign Lord

We take delight in eating eko and efo
After fathers has spent their day farming and hunting
And our mothers done with aro dida in making Adire
Our mothers tell us moonlight stories when our fathers enjoys ayo olopon

I come from a town with lots of bliss
A town who never fought in wars
But won in wars
I come from Oroki Asala

Osun osogbo is the festival done in my town
A festival recognized by UNESCO
Celebrated far and wide
I am proud of my source… OSOGBO OROKI ASALA

@AMAZING PEN

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Dawn and Dusk too



“Most people do not understand the beauty of pain. The pleasure of pain, its desirability” Dawn said.
“I read an article somewhere and it said the greater the pain, the greater the pleasure derived.” Dusk said. “But I have not been able to test the theory” He continued.
“I think that should be out target now. I don’t like the way our last experiment turned out to be” Dawn said.
“But I guess the evangelist is in a better place, or whatever he chose to believe before he died” Dusk said.

Their last experiment was to find out how humans changed from the living to the dead. They wanted to know the moment the soul leave the body and how it did. Although the experiment was largely unsuccessful, the evangelist’s body turned up in the nearest river ten days later largely unrecognizable.

“He had a shitty life but he fed the hungry fishes after he died. I say that will qualify him for some decent afterlife.” Dawn said.
“We were lucky the last time with the evangelist. I think we will have to find a test subject ourselves this time around.” Dusk reasoned. “But I think I know the right place to get a test subject. Let’s just find a party and take any drunk there. After all no responsible person will get drunk at a public party.” He finished.

“You are the smartest boy I know. If not for my hatred for love, I might have fallen for you.” Dawn said.
“That’s good to know. If I ever need to share bodily fluids with any one, I am sure it will be you D” Dusk said. “Call your dad and tell him you’re with me, I will call my mum and say the same. I am sure they won’t look for us for the next 48 hours.” Dusk said.
“It is a blessing to have unconcerned parents.” Dawn said.

On their way to the party, they gathered apparatuses and instruments necessary for their experiment. Sir Isaac Newton would be jealous at the way they were careful and methodical with the required tools. Brand new knives, a pair of scissors, a sheet of sandpaper, duck tapes, a plastic handcuff, several feet of rope, methylated spirit, bandages and a mallet. The questions on their minds were “how much pain can a man take? And how much pleasure can we derive from inflicting the pain?”

“Why do you insist on packing spirit and bandages?” Dawn asked
“We don’t want the wounds to get infected before we milked the subject completely dry.” Dusk replied. “We just need to make sure no one sees us when we take the lucky man out. I think we should pose as uber drivers. After all, our target will be too drunk to care.” Dusk explained.
“And when we are done with him or her, we should find another way of disposing the body. I just don’t want the police to suspect anything yet.” Dawn said

“Don’t worry about that. The canal is always ready to receive visitors. I have that side figured out.” Dusk said.

They arrived at the party hall ten minutes after ten o’clock in Dusk’s car. Dusk surveyed the area for a few minutes and found a young man who could not be more than twenty years of age. He is considerably drunk as he was dancing with a streetlight outside the party hall. Dusk pointed him out to Dawn. She understood perfectly what she had to do.
The man followed Dawn after a few minutes. She led him directly to the car and opened the door for him. The young man lied down on the backseat and fell asleep almost immediately. Dusk drove off into the night.

“That was surprisingly easy to be honest. I just promised him sex and he followed me without second thoughts.” Dawn said
“You don’t think much when you are drunk and he also looked sex deprived.” Dusk said.
“So where are we going to carry out the experiment?” Dawn asked.
“One of my mum’s boyfriends has an abandoned warehouse close to the canal. He took me there one time to teach me how to shoot guns.” Dusk said “The place is quiet and deserted at night. It is also so far from civilization, so no one can hear his screams and pleas.” Dusk finished.

They got to the warehouse a few minutes after midnight. The young man, still unconscious, was dragged inside by Dusk while Dawn carried the backpack containing the tools. Dusk tied him up to a beam in the open space that was the warehouse and poured a bucket of cold water on him.

The young man opened his eyes and saw two strangers standing above him and smiling down at him. The boy was holding a wicked looking mallet and the girl was playing with a scissors. The effects of the alcohol he consumed left him at once. He looked around and realized he was in danger.
“Who are you guys?” the young man asked. And Dusk responded by hitting him the mallet on the head, hard enough to make him understand the gravity of the situation but not enough to make him pass out.

The young man screamed. His head felt as if a hundred ants are eating their way out of his skull. And suddenly without warning, Dawn bent down and said “You scream like a sissy and I don’t like that”. She held his mouth, pulled out his tongue and sliced it with the scissors. The pain was too much for the young man to bear and he passed out.

“That was harsh Dawn. I will treat his wounds, wake him up and we will start all over again.” Dusk said
“I am going to enjoy this” Dawn replied.

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Dawn and Dusk

Her name was Dawn and he was named Dusk. They fell in love before knowing each other’s names. They were the kind of people who did not believe in love or friendship or even talking to other humans. They crossed path at a party that they were forced to attend by their parents.


”Get out and meet people. Talk to other humans apart from me. You are not getting any younger” Dawn’s father admonished.
“This is your time to have fun darling. You are still young. If you go to this party, I will get you the new phone you have always wanted.” Dusk’s father begged.


Dawn was eighteen at the time and Dusk was a year older. Dawn sat alone outside the party hall, far away from the noise blaring from the speakers. Away from the gut wrenching stench of alcohol and snacks. And thick smoke from cigarettes and pipes.
“This is totally disgusting” Dawn muttered out loud.
”Gathering in a crowded room and recycling the same polluted air is barbaric and senseless” Dusk ventured. He was seated close to her, but far enough not to appear like a creep. Or so he thought.
“I wouldn’t be here if not for my father that practically forced me to come.” Dawn said.
“Same here. My mother insisted I come.” Dusk offered.
Dawn looked up, starred at the stranger for a while and said “I think I will like you.”
“My mother is not around and my house is around the corner. Like five minutes away. Let’s go to my house and have our party there.” Dusk said.


The time was five in the afternoon and Dusk’s house was close to the party hall as he said earlier. The following conversation ensured between them on their way to his house.
Dawn: I hate making friends but I think I might like you.
Dusk: I hate boys, but not as much as I hate girls. Girls are rowdy, gossips and pretend too much. But something tells me you are different. Have you ever had a boyfriend?
Dawn: having a boyfriend means I’ll have to pretend that I am in love.
Dusk: So you don’t believe in love?
Dawn: Love? Love is dumb. I see it as just another propaganda created by an extremely male dominated world to enslave the women! You?
Dusk: I don’t know about the propaganda but I believe that love is a cage. A certain prison. A place where you are locked away in your own self, trying to be perfect for the other person. Only wise people do not fall into the trap of love.
Dawn: you are smarter than you look. Then it is safe to assume you have never kissed a girl.
Dusk: I don’t like the idea of sharing bodily fluids. Saliva is meant to aid in digestion of food not to be shared. Some diseases can be transferred through kissing you know?
Dawn: personally I find the idea of another person pouring their saliva into my mouth. Disgusting. The thought of it makes me want to puke.
Dusk: tell me what keeps you awake at night? The thing you always think about over and over again.
Dawn: I always wonder how a person stops being “living” and starts being “non-living”. How humans make the transition from living to dead. Like how the soul leave the body. I want to witness how the soul leaves a body!
Dusk: you mean to play the Angel of Death? Or rather be his accomplice?
Dawn: I like you ….
Dusk: Dusk. My name is Dusk.
Dawn: That’s some weird coincidence. My name is Dawn.


They got to his house without saying another word to each other. But the conversation thry just had never left their mind. He opened the door and they entered. He offered her water and put on the TV. A replay of season six of Game of Thrones was showing on one of the stations.
“Strangling a man or hitting him on the head with a heavy object. Which one do you think is more sophisticated?” Dawn asked abruptly.
Before Dusk could reply, there was a knock on the door. “Who’s there?” He asked.
“I am here to give you the good news. The gospel of the lord” the reply came.
Dawn and Dusk looked at each other and knew what they had to do. Or rather what they would like to do.
“We will witness the transformation from ‘living to dead’ together. Are you ready?” Dusk asked he went to admit the evangelist.

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Loving You

Three things come unplanned:
Birth,
Death,
And falling in love.

But sometimes,
I wish death came
Before you.

I’ve been born
And after I’ve experienced loving you
I long for death.

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In all ways, always

In all ways, always

A petite angel of pristine character
Gently nudging me towards greatness
In a mountain of rocks
Or valley of top soil
My seed must break dormancy.

An aura of blessings surrounds her
But it’s already evident in the name
When character, Iman, beauty and brain reacts
The end product is you.

What is love if not an abstract noun?
But the one I have for thee
Is palpable, so I say love is concrete
In all ways, always
I will always be in love with you

As a friend
A sister
A confidante
A mentor
A role model.

In all ways, always
You’re perfect.
In all ways, always
I’ll forever love thee.

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MY KISS

In my world of fantasy
The world of my imagination
I have always envisage my first kiss
Is it going to sweep me off my feet or otherwise

Not long after, the dream guy came
It has always been the hugs
Because I do not want to dissappoint myself if its otherwise
I kept on avoiding every romantic moments

Just one beautiful night
The night whose full moon already depicts awesomeness
We were outside enjoying the breeze
It was cold and I find solace in his arms

I could feel his breath
It was so close
I am in another realm of life I suppose
The comfort was equal to none

I felt his luscious lip on mine
It was irrestible for me
I was enjoying the moments that I forgot we were outside my home
Mum calls and we parted lips

But the bliss of the very few minutes
Is equal to none
It was far greater than what I conceive in my fantasy world
That moments lingers forever in my head.

@AMAZING PEN

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Pain and Tears

Most humans equate pain with tears, with sorrow. But it is not always like that. The thing that brings you unlimited joy can inflict the greatest pain on you. Being in love with a lady can make you excited, happy, but the distance between you can shower unlimited pain on you. Sorrow and joy go hand in hand. Like the two sides of a coin. Love is the yin to the yang of hatred. But this essay is not meant for a psychology class. It is a story of the pain (ache, sometimes unbearable) that I have been enduring for a better part of my existence.

I wrote a story about the accident I had in secondary school. I hit my head and injured my knees. I bled a little but the injuries still throb. The knees always seeking my attention, never for once letting go. As I pen this piece, I am in pain. Not enough to cripple me, but enough to reduce my movement. To confine me to the comfort of a chair.
How does it feel? It feels like one hundred tiny carpenters found a way into my knees and they are busy hammering away. Trying to inflict as much pain as possible. And the more I try to be brave, the more determined they are. I am trying to be brave but it’s not only the knees. The muscles in my body joined the revolution too. They all want to take over my body. The pain is the opposition. The pain wants to tear me apart, to render me useless.

Life may be an illusion but pain makes it real. Pain is like the nightmare you can never wake up from no matter how hard you try. It’s like Alcatraz, only no one can release you or break you out. Pain roots us to the ground, but this one is threatening to pull me under. It wants to bury me deep in the soil. There is light at the end of the tunnel, but this tunnel has caved in. No exit.

The constant unending pain always reminds me of my fragility. It always reminds me that I am human. I have an expiry date, we all do, but I never forget. I am only human and like all men, I will die too. Even if you don’t miss me when I am gone, never forget to pray for me. Pray for me and ask for forgiveness on my behalf. The pain is bearable now, it has even become a part of me. But where would I be when it overcomes me?

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Accidents

According to the dictionary, accident is anything that happens suddenly or by chance without an apparent cause. Or an unfortunate mishap; especially one causing damage or injury. Accidents just happen. You don’t plan it or prepare for it. Spontaneous. Unexpected. Sudden.
I have been involved in road accidents just twice in my life. Both had been with motorcycles, both happened when I was still in secondary school and both happened between Ladigbolu and Eleekara. The story I want to tell now is about the more serious one. The one that left a long lasting effect on my head both literally and figuratively. The one where I hit my head on the ground.

For people who are familiar with Oyo town, Isokun (where the prestigious EACOED Model High School is situated) is far from Jobele (the part of Oyo that I stayed at). I can’t recall the exact day or date but I remembered leaving the school with some of my friends. We branched the usual joints (areas around the school: Beta Taste, the friend fish vendor along Saka Abdullah’s house, Ogundele Stanley’s house). The easiest way to get to my house from school was to ride motorcycles (bikes). I called the next available bike and negotiated a decent fare. We reached an agreement after a couple of minutes of haggling. I climbed behind the bike man and we sped off.

I was thrilled at the speed and recklessness at which he overtook other vehicles (not my fault: youthful exuberance!). “I called the right bike man” I thought. We passed through Winners and Shepherdsfield and took the route leading to the expressway: Fola Tyre, Sawmill, Ilora and Ìdí Ìgbà. The bike was going as fast as his bike could go. Then suddenly he changed lanes and we were facing oncoming traffic but then I didn’t say anything because I believed the man was smart and skillful enough to pull the stunt.

Then it happened faster than I can describe, faster than I can possibly explain. Even after all these years, I do not know entirely what happened. All I knew was a man suddenly crossed the road, the bike hit the man. The momentum lifted me in the air, and I soared, I remembered flying. Like a rag doll tossed from top of a building. I landed on head. I hit my head on the tarred road. My head reached the ground first, closely followed by my elbows and knees. I blacked out but not for long, because when I opened my eyes again, people were running towards us. Some were stopping the oncoming traffic, while some were pushing us off the road to the sidewalk. I got up, dusted my uniform (white on blue) and I paid the bike man in full. The bike man and the man we hit were badly injured with blood coloring the ground. I didn’t feel any pain at that moment. I could not feel the blood rushing from my elbows and knees. But when I touched my forehead I was shocked. My skull had caved in. Like hitting a watermelon with an hammer, the kind of hole you’d get was on my forehead.

I managed to get home from Eleekara without feeling any pain. I took a taxi from Eleekara to Jobele. The moment I got home and calmed down a bit, the pain hit me. Like getting hit in the head my a Soccer ball made entirely of steel. It was like some invisible carpenter were hammering my forehead continuously. The pain became unbearable. I cried. I cried again then stopped. When my mum felt the hole in my forehead, she cried. And I cried again.

I was taken to a clinic where my injuries were bandaged and I was given something for the pain. Then the nurse and my mum tried remodeling my head back to shape. The injuries healed after a while, and the head was remolded back to shape, almost! But the headache and joint pain never left. Whenever the headache returns, it feels like the carpenters hammering my skill came back. The pain is always unbelievable and unbearable. And just as it has come, it goes. The events of the accident is almost forgotten but the effects will stay with me for the rest of my life. The only fear I can never overcome is the fear of motorcycles.

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THE BEAUTIFUL BIRD

The day came just like every normal day.
The only exception was the cloud that seems not to disappear
It was so cloudy that even the birds seems to find solace in their nest
And only few of them were flying

Just one of them caught my attention
Not because of the way it flew
But the perfection in its appearance
The multifaceted colours

I wonder why this bird seem to appear more catchy than the rest
Then it flew to the tree in front of me
It starts to sing
And I noticed it was also blessed with a sonorous voice

I was in awe
Overwhelm with the thought of how perfect it is
I was so lost in thought that I did not know when it flew away
It went but the echo of its voice never left me.

@AMAZING PEN

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