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The alarm goes wild and Janelle’s phone falls from the bed as she stretches and wearily opens her eyes one after the other.  She suddenly realizes how cold her pink-themed room is and sighs as she spots her duvet nestled to one corner of the bed, far from her reach.
“Thank God I live alone,” she says as she sits up nude and lazily walks to her live-sized mirror to admire her very unique physique; her legs are as straight as the Pillars of Hercules, joined to her pelvis on which her very African hips sit. The brown of her skin glows and only darkens where her areolas sit on her perfectly formed upright bosoms. This appears to be a regular routine every morning and the smile presently adorning her spotless face is proof positive that she enjoys looking at her reflection in the mirror.
Her reverie is cut short because the reality of being queried should she get to work late, dawns on her, so she saunters into the bathroom. Opening the cabinet to her right, she finds her shower cap which sh…

Dear Tola,

We fell in love and that was the problem, seeing as we sauntered towards an end that had no beginning. We laced our hearts with a love that was borne of pure lust and eschewed every promissory note of trust. Tee...I'll lie to you if I say I didn't have my doubts when we decided to try. You had your reservations yet the forlorn feeling that adorned your guts motivated you to trudge whilst pushing for a relationship that had no foundation nor a reasonable future we could see at the time.

Last night when we waved goodbye and I watched the lights of your taxi trail off , I thought for a moment what my life would be like without you...

...I had no answer, and this really disturbed me.

If we were characters in a movie, this would be the scene where a montage plays out, showing different scenes of our show of affection. We would be holding hands , dancing wild in the sun, throwing food at each other as we cook in my kitchen, there'll definitely be the pillow fight and it'll e…

A PIECE OF MY HEART

There's a million things I want to say A million words I keep at bay Cos you're worth more than words can tell And love more than love itself
My time with you reeks of pure bliss The thought of you puts the lilt in my songs For every smile of yours I miss  The love you teach counts no wrongs
You are a music maverick You are a charm  If love had a yardstick It would be grown in your farm
I would tell you I love you  But my feelings for you make love a joke  So I'll say I've loved you  That way it feels like it's always been there

 your favorite writer @klynic

MEET KLYNIC

Many musicians start their bio by telling you how they grew up around music, for most of them, Mum or Dad had something to do with music; maybe it was an instrument, just vocals or both. My name is Klyn .C. Akwarandu and I didn't have that luxury :( . Mum is a fashion designer and Daddy a business man, both grew up in their hometown where farming was the order of the day. So here I was, starved of a musical background by nature and nurture.
From a young age I started to develop a predilection for music, I first adored and loved MICHAEL JACKSON, He was my hero, I practically could replicate every dance every I saw him perform on TV.
MAY HIS SOUL REST IN PEACE
Soon as I turned 7, I started having a certain push towards instruments. I would always arrange a set broomstick on top a flat table and use it as my snare drum on which I will beat hard and use my leg as the bass drum.
Trust me when I say that it was mad fun. Later on in high school I joined the school’s band, where I stayed …

Questions

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Have you ever asked why? Why you seem intolerant?
Why you never finish a job?
Why you always have to cry?
Why you never keep to time?
Why you never love another?
Why you have no friends?
Why you never get satisfied?
Why you always have to shout?
Why you never seem to focus?
Why you always come behind? HAVE YOU? Must you always be the victim?
Must you always lose the game?
Must you always take a beating?
Must you give up easily?
Must you hate for no reason?
Must take what isn't yours?
Must you lie?
Must you cheat?
Must you have sex?
Must you say YES? MUST YOU?There are a lot of things you need to understand, about yourself, and until that is done you will always be a victim of life, circumstances, and self.

LET GO

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Over the years I have seen people bite and tear themselves up over things that really shouldn’t be. Yes, I know that sometimes it really comes natural for one to want to hate himself/herself for something they did wrong to someone or something they caused to happen to someone, but really? Is it worth it?
You need to ask yourself some very pertinent questions, one of the most important being: Would it really help my situation? Most say it’s rather wicked to not feel some sort of remorse after doing someone wrong, I get that, but remember you all believe that it’s okay to feel remorseful not live remorseful. This is where many miss it; this wrong deed of theirs now defines their entire existence, making it almost impossible for them to move beyond a self-imposed impasse. Bear in mind that I am in no way being insensitive to the fact that they have done something wrong. So you feel remorseful and then you apologize to the person you offended. Now this person forgives you but for some re…

LET'S HATE TOGETHER

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I know, some people are wicked… some deserve to be stabbed, while for a whole bunch of others, death will be too good for them. Now these guys don’t get it, they forget that we, who are victims to their selfish actions, are human too. They go about treating us like scum, like we we're foolish to have availed ourselves and our precious time to them. For some of them, we actually played a major role to their success stories today, and now they cannot stand the sight of us. take a moment and breathe So what do we do ? Hate them?Punish them?Find ways to do them wrong?Get the world to see them for the EVIL they are? Now, no matter what you choose from the list above… YOU WOULD BE WRONG. Understand me, okay?
They are wrong, they deserve all that our sinister hearts wish them and more … butWould it make it any better?Would you get any bigger?YOU, AND YOU ALONE ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR JOY Most of you now go the extra-mile creating family feuds that are mighty unnecessary. So your children…