Augustus Bill's Niche

Welcome to My Street

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 04 Feb 2017 13:16:00 +0000

Where dudes carried guns around like mobile phones, and marijuana served both as appetizer and dessert even when there were no meals.

Where gun shots lured you to bed at dusk and itching sounds from an old church speaker woke you at dawn.

This is Where We Come to an End

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 16 Nov 2016 02:36:00 +0000

Everything you thought you knew today, when the day fades, they all fade away.

I remembered calling you on phone at the end of each day, and how your guitar stringed Adel’s voice greeted me, always asking about my day and how I fared. Those questions weren’t just a regular greeting to you, as you always insisted that I gave you a detailed gist of how I spent the day. And each day I narrated how stressful my day was, and how I got tired doing a particular thing, you always told me with such soothing voice that stress and hard work were just ingredients of success, and I shouldn’t get tired trying, as the number of times I tried and failed before succeeding would inspire someone one day.

Back to God

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 02 Oct 2016 12:19:00 +0000

In those airy moments of restlessness when you stand glued to a spot by the words of the doctor, of how much they have tried and how they have done their best but can’t get her out of coma, do you realise that with all the money you have you can’t even save her life.

The doctor said that all she needs to be saved is just a miracle, too bad miracles are not sold at Shoprites and Roban Stores.

Be Inspired

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 22 Sep 2016 16:55:00 +0000

A lot of amazing stories spring up from this black sordid place of hope and dreams. Even in those mud of filth and infectious poverty, it takes focus and zeal to spot the gold ahead.

A lot of persons are not aware that TECNO Mobile and Infinix Mobile were pioneered by a Nigerian Entrepreneur. He initiated the idea of both phones, and solely funded the production of TECNO Mobile phones for some years before it received market acceptance in 2008. This young man, once carried files around looking for job as a graduate, he applied to work for several companies just like a common Nigerian graduate, but was constantly denied opportunities just like most graduates are being denied today; he once had a small shop where he repaired computers, but he was never deterred as he kept on dreaming and never lost focus.

Wooing Success

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 12 Sep 2016 01:38:00 +0000

There are times in life when you get tired of trying, probably you have done a lot but nothing to show for it, and like a library you have different volumes of failure stacked up in the shelves of your life. You are scared to continue, afraid you may add another volume to the already stocked shelve.

Like a young man, you keep going after success, and in her skimpy gown she keeps running away from you. You have tried a lot of advances, even done things you weren’t sure of just to woo her into your life, but somehow she doesn’t want you. She probably feels you don’t have enough of what she needs to keep up a healthy relationship with you.

After Here

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 09 Sep 2016 18:43:00 +0000

Your joke used to be the funniest in school back then and everybody expected to buy a ticket to your concert at Eko hotel one day, they so hoped on your making it, but these days you are so dry that you can’t even amuse yourself, like your hard disk of jokes had been replaced with that of a sadist. You don’t just understand where and how things went wrong.

You used to write mind cracking articles back then in school, and had a lot of audience on your blog, people visited your Facebook wall like it was a Doctor’s prescription; two times in the morning, once in the afternoon and three times at night. They all expected to read your bestseller one day, they hoped to see you lift the Caine Prize or even the Man Booker, they so hoped for that, but these days you can’t even write more than a paragraph of incoherent words. It started with a writer’s block, you thought it would pass, but then you never got your pen back. You try to figure out what happened, but you can’t.

Lessons for Desperation

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 31 Aug 2016 19:28:00 +0000

Some months ago we were clubbing together in one of the biggest clubs in Africa, it was fun hanging out with friends, but as usual the yahoo guys in life were always there to intimidate you with the amount of liquor they purchased. For many hours we endured their oppression, but suddenly some of us felt it was enough, we felt we were being cheated since it was our contributions that kept this club running.

We weren’t happy with the Club manager; we felt deceived and neglected, and considering the fact that we all formed the board that appointed him to look after the club it made matters worse.

Soft Lines

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 09 Aug 2016 23:05:00 +0000

**READERS DISCRETION ADVISED*

Shout out to all my hommies who believed in my fuck even when there were no condoms. You stayed horny with me even when people were spreading STDs and HIVs about me, you knew my fuck would last longer than the quickie they had prophesied.

You made me try harder even when I've gassed out from the trials of series of rounds. When I were too weak to rise after I had fallen from a trial, you knew how to make me stand hard again and continue the ride; you sometimes had to bend down to lend me the much needed support to rise again.

Believe

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 09 Aug 2016 22:57:00 +0000

I remember when they told me “You are good for nothing” I remember how those words hurt, and how deep they cut into the nerves of my heart. But looking at myself today I have realized that actually, I am good for something.

Today, I look at my mistakes and I am so glad I made them; so glad that I took that risk when every light around me were showing red. If I am glad at my mistakes, you could imagine how gloriously happy I would be when I look at my success. My mistakes were my biggest lessons, and I paid careful attention to them each time they happen, I don’t sit and grumble or regret taking those steps, because I might probably not have learned what I now know if I didn’t make those mistakes.

Letters From the War

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 06 Aug 2016 01:20:00 +0000

Dearest SoMe,

My mouth is filled with words but I can’t speak because I have been gagged and I am afraid that they might be listening to even my muffles. My hands are itching to write but I can’t because they are tied and I am afraid they might be reading anything I send you. Somehow I have untied myself just to write these few words to explain to you the current situation of things in our camp over here. As I etch each word on this white and blue lines of Hav paper that a guard smuggled in for me, I am very cautious, anticipating their footsteps as they may be coming anytime. I pray they spare me some time to write enough words that you could understand before they arrest me.

Love For Rent

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 28 Jul 2016 07:59:00 +0000

One day you would leave and you know it; one day you would stop picking my calls nor reply my texts and you know it; one day you would visit me with that depressed look and give me the usual cliché “We need to talk” and you already know what to say; one day you would tell me “let’s give this a break” that’s how it all begins and you are sure of it.

However, you are waiting for a proof; that incriminating evidence that would help you prosecute your divorce and sentence me for love crimes; you are waiting for that CV of atrocities that would confirm me as a qualified Ex. You have waited for long and it is not forthcoming. You borrow my phones to make calls, only to check those phones for unfiltered and misguided messages and chats. You visit my house more than regularly, hoping to catch me sleeping on Duty.

What I Hate About You

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 14 Jul 2016 07:45:00 +0000

First Relationships are easier to remember. You remember the date it started, and possibly the scenario and venue. You don’t forget the first kiss and how you were lost in the euphoria of the soft succulent touch. How could you forget the first sex? Not even the sight of that innocent virgin blood nor the pain you felt while his sledge hammer rammed down your pink walls could wipe off those moments of ecstasy.

You even try to remember how long he pleaded for your permission, before you finally caved into his pressure of penetration.

When Life Rolls into Roles

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 02 Jul 2016 07:07:00 +0000

You can't be bad in the kitchen and expect him to be good in bed. After all, the proteins necessary for a long lasting ride in bed comes from the kitchen, so don't complain when he jumps out of the elevator in the second floor leaving you to get to the last floor alone. Maybe there wasn’t enough calcium in the food you served or probably he ate N100 fries as usual.

Life is all about roles, and every individual has his or her own role at every given time. You don’t blame the Director of a company for not opening the gate on time when your car drove in, unless he is also the gate-man. Same way you don’t blame the gate-man for not approving your proposal, unless he is also the Director.

Poor Mentality

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 19 Jun 2016 07:03:00 +0000

The poor that stays close to the rich are the ones that deny you access to the Rich, and I just don't know why.

They are the ones to tell you "Oga is not around" even when the Oga is waving you from behind to come over.

Love is Impaired

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 02 Jun 2016 06:58:00 +0000

They say love is blind, but I seriously doubt that, actually I feel that the dude is just partially blind, and it wears Binoculars just like Dominic.

Love can see, but the problem is that it can't identify the object in view. Most times I think it is short sighted because it can't see the future. Always seeing a broke Nigga without seeing the future of him being rich, and always seeing a beautiful sister without seeing the future of her handicapped face without makeup.

Letter to You

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 21 May 2016 06:53:00 +0000

We used to be very good friends, you were more than a companion, we fell in love and I thought that we would last till my dying breath, but like nature our love began falling like flowers in May.

I remember holding your hands, while we walked down those lonely streets. You formed an integral part of what I became, your cute black eyes were so brilliant to see the society the way it was, your nose was so pointed, it knows a good story just by its scent.

GLORIOUS EXIT

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 24 Feb 2016 21:39:00 +0000

To all my homies, brethren, family, and teachers, this is to announce to you that I am fed up and I am dropping out.

I am dropping out of that system that got me hypnotized while it took me on a walk down the valley of lies.

Applaudise

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 18 Feb 2016 06:43:00 +0000

2 years ago, they were told they never belonged here; people said their names were not in the books, even if it was, they were written with pencil, and could be erased anytime, probably after 2 years.

People always talked about how hard it was to succeed from that realm. Even those they expected to encourage them, told them to their faces that making it was like finding a needle in a hay stack.

Life is Mathematical

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 06 Feb 2016 06:27:00 +0000

The only thing I learnt from Mathematics that I still use today, is that every problem has a solution.

No matter how the X in your life has been missing, it can be found only if you know the algebraic formula that draws a parallel line between failure and success axis.

No matter how Mean your enemies are, statistics would always provide you the best Mode to tackle their advances in a successful frequency.

My 2016 Resolve

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 27 Jan 2016 10:41:00 +0000

Part of my resolutions this year is to write and publish hit creativity back to back, from Prose to poetry, Spoken Words and Screenplays.

This year, I am the next rated, the Caine Prize is mine. If you doubt that come and collect the Grace, or challenge me to a creative duel.

Eko

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 16 Dec 2015 22:54:00 +0000

"Mile 2! Oshodi!"

Voices of drained hustlers filtered the air, as each dressed like the streets they represent paced about snatching passengers. There was no dull moment here, this was Ojota, and you better decide early on which bus to enter before two conductors dragged your luggage like a piece of meat served to two hungry beggars.

Writers Block

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 14 Dec 2015 22:49:00 +0000

Like wild locusts it attacks your membrane, sucks your creative juice and leaves you dry. You try to get inspired, it comes and goes. The moment you think you are about to pen something down the inspiration disappears. Incomplete and sometimes useless stories filter into your head.

The Journey to Graduation

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 29 Nov 2015 10:55:00 +0000

One day it shall be a blissful remembrance of how we passed through that beautiful entrance, into this excellence, discipline, and self reliance globe, with our dreams in a big brown envelope; the administrative staffs that embraced us with radiant beaming, the non- academic staffs that took us as pleasant darlings, the banks that saluted us as buoyant mayors, and our lecturers that became our constant mentors.

Before Now

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 19 Nov 2015 20:18:00 +0000

I remember childhood, and then I was one of the best Civil and Mechanical Engineers, without a degree though. My mud house, which I constructed without any foundation but my foot was usually the last to fall, and my car, which I constructed with mostly ply wood and small wheels was second to none when it came to the street Formula One, then I drove faster than Hamilton can on a Mercedes. My airplane was faster than any airline, and was stronger than any fighter jet, with just a nylon polyethylene and broom sticks or even a piece of paper, I constructed the best plane ever, except mine had no division of class, and wasn't a passenger aircraft anyway.

Cheating on Trust

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 10 Nov 2015 02:04:00 +0000

For years I have betrayed our love, our friendship and our relationship. For years I have kept you on the sidelines, while I flirted around with frivolities as they came by. I was ready to bang any and anytime without second thoughts that such acts were eating deep into our friendship.

I cheated on you like a cock, and at a point I pushed you out entirely while I entertained any glow that can satisfy my insatiable curiosity for more. You caught me more than I can remember, yet you never gave up on me. I remember walking out on you on several occasions when you professed your undying love for me. I cared less about your feelings; your emotions were like a waste in my trash can. Yet you never gave up.