Breathing by Imperial Mide

It all started with dodo..

 My love for dodo is highly embarrassing.

Forget the big boy and the fine face and the classy poise…Dodo is bae..

Dodo doesn’t ask silly questions..

Dodo doesn’t ask for much…

Dodo doesn’t even doubt your love for her..😍

The plantains On Oau campus must have come from heavenďż˝…🙏These niggas taste too good to be from earth😩

I was “jejely” frying these heavenly niggas…then i had a call…I left the Cookery to answer it,

The conversation got super Interesting.. I got carried away…That girl could really converse(oya face front and mind ya business) lol.
….A few minutes later.
I sat down… On a chair…Feeling betrayed…Staring at those Plantains in the pan, wondering how it happened, asking them when and why they went to hell fire that they were so black.
I Burnt it..
I was lost in my reverie, thinking about the Golden Brown Beauty that used to exist…I didn’t know a friend was dying..
Tayo, A Block mate had an attack… an Asthma Attack..
Tayo’s Girlfriend stormed into my room and pulled me by my hand, I saw a drying-off line of mascara mixed with tears that ran down her cheek..

She was crying.

She pulled me into his room without saying a word, I was wondering where all the respect she had for me went to…i was getting pissed off…until I saw my friend.

Apparently, Those heavenly plantains almost to sent my nigga to heaven.

While rescuing the burnt cuts of plantains, The kitchen was filled with smoke, Really nasty smoke, some of that smoke had leaked into Tayo’s room and initiated an asthma attack.

He told me of how he had lost his inhaler the night before and pleaded his girlfriend to get him another when she’s was coming around today…and Thankfully she did.

She did come around today only to find a choking and gasping boyfriend and a smoky room, Thanks to me.😶

I felt really bad.

I apologized to both parties…sincerely..

Getting back to my room, I was reflecting on how expensively difficult breathing was for Tayo.

Tayo’s breathing was like a Dstv subscription that must never expire, he must always renew the subscription before it expired..

If he doesn’t subscribe with his inhaler to enjoy the service (Oxygen), he would be denied access to Breathing.

Tayo is grateful for every clean breath that he takes….Are you?

What if you had to pay for breathing?

  Toddlers might breathe 20-30 times per minute. Older children and adults, when resting, usually breathe about 12-20 times per minute. Over the course of a day, that adds up to 17,000-30,000 breaths per day — or more! Those average breathing rates are for when you’re at res(You can ask Google)

Since oxygen is more important than Food, Including plantains (Well,Maybe😹) and with the Economic recession and the Economic meltdown around The world, A Breath of oxygen should cost 1,700 naira….in Nigeria.

Do the math

 30,000 X 1000 X 365 X your age..

Note that our breathing becomes rapid after some strenuous exercise… So, those of us that work out and jog and Indulge in any other “breathtaking activities”😎 (Clears throat😇) you might want to include Extra cash to clear out extra debts..

Believe me, even Bill Gates with pay and still be in debt.

And you do this every Two seconds for FREE without being grateful…
Ive got just one question…

Are you sane??

I should slap the living breath out of you.

P.S No character was harmed while taking this picture…why am I even explaining sef🙅 I don’t hit women✌

…and my love for plantain never flinched 😂😂







Untitled by IDesireDeath

I’m in a desert
And so are you
My soul’s melting and
Your eyes are running out of tears
Soon I’ll be nothing
but sand
And your veins
will hold my blood.

Open your eyes,
Look up to the sky
Feel the heat
Tearing out your eyes
You need me fast
But you’ve lost faith
In somethings
In yourself.
Oh, my killer,
I’ll save you still.

The hot sand is starting
to pull me in.
I’ll give you hope.
Your heart will soon be
pumping my blood
and I’ll refresh you
and quench your thirst.
I’ll give you hope.
In a little while, friend
I’ll be running through your veins
I’ll be the reason
you’re awake
And I’ll be killing
The dead once I’m in you.
I’ll give you hope.
Tear me open
with my claws
and my flesh,
Will become yours
and most importantly,
My blood, yours.

We have a long way ahead of us
So let’s just sit
And embrace the heat
And give hope to our kind



👌 Iwritealot


Identity ;
I have been so sane lately
I think I might be crazy
If crazy was my identity
What have I become?
I treated my weaknesses vainly
Now my world is grizzly
Void of emotions

I dream of better times
But I know dreamers lie
Do dreamers lie?
The winter slumber
Creates the illusory.

To live is to think
Thoughts over imaginations
I think red daisies
Blue roses
Straight circles
Pink nights
Purple rain.
Mirrors into past moment
Foretell the casted personality
I know what is but not what isn’t
And then what is isn’t what is not.

Socrates calls me a fool
I know not;
And I know not that I know not
Socrates calls me a fool
But do I claim to know
When knowledge is certainty
And certainty is unreachable
How then can I know
Perhaps I’ll pray.

Religion only for the masses ;
I guess am an elite
I’ve forgotten how to pray
I’ve lost my urge to need
I’ve lost my quest for believe
Opium of the masses
If that is what I used to be
What have I become?

I am
I think
I know
Sanity equals insanity
Ten thousand twisted edges of life
I have been so sane lately
I think I might be insane
If crazy was my identity
What have I become?

👌 Iwritealot


We live our lifes
Either consciously or not
Believing in one supernatural being
Different from each other
Yet the message the preach the same

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My life’s Irony

I don’t have time to have time
I don’t have the will to have zeal
I am not strong enough to feel strength
I haven’t been cold enough to appreciate warmth.
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My dilemma

Ever felt so empty?
Like a thousand questions spiraling in your head
Yet no hope for even just one answer
yet you feel so certain, that it all comes down to one thing.

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TALE OF A SURVIVOR (chapter 4)

‘How do you feel? ‘
Her office was more like an interrogation room, it lacked colour and everything was either grey or ugly. I saw why her patients made rapid improvements, no one could stand her office for long. And so just like in the movies, I was laying on a long ugly grey couch with a flawlessly dressed psychologist staring at me. From her cream coloured jacket to her tailored black gown, red shoes and expensive from the looks of it, she looked stunning and they all complemented her tiny body frame.

Continue reading “TALE OF A SURVIVOR (chapter 4)”

Michelle’s memoir (chapter one /part one)

Darkness, silence, and stillness all that I could feel. Was I alive? Could I breathe? I was not even sure if I was experiencing some sort of afterlife. The question was how the hell I got there. “Hell isn’t some devil in red trying to beat your soul into submission, neither was it filled with sulphur and brimstone.
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