SWINGS AND ROUNDABOUTS: ONE GIRL'S TALE

Kayode's Opening: This fantastic piece about a girl and the uncertainties of life was written by Kikelomo Adebiyi, a friend from the Twitterati. She's @kikee03 on Twitter and blogs on Kikelomoadebiyi's Blog, in case you wanna miss my "middlemanship" completely. You can go find her, or you could simply use those links I provided. You are of course welcome. Oh, and enjoy what she has to offer.

Whither?

I’ll be turning 23 in the next few days and I have no idea as to where my life is headed. I’ve always prided myself in being able to make the right decisions in whatever I do, maybe because I’m too proud to ask for advice or I’m just trying to prove to myself that I’m strong and mature enough to take bold steps, but at the end of the day, those so called ‘right decisions’ usually turn awry and I end up having to seek for assistance. I’ve

EVIL FRIENDS FROM THE DARKNESS OF THE OCCULT COVEN

It sha has coven inside, abi?

KAYODE'S OPENING: This was "write" by Oduwusi Pelumi, @youngprincejosh on Twitter. Ladies, he's not normally a writer but as you people will say, "Gosh, he's fine!" Whether I think he needs to bulk up isn't the issue here, because frankly, I wasn't supposed to write the preceding, but give this a quick read. It's one man's thoughts on witchcraft... or NOT!

Before you read this, I would like to apologize for this article or post or whatever its called. I'm normally not a writer. I guess like the prophets of the old days, the spirit of writing falls on me once in a long while. Doesn't mean the writing is good, the spirit just falls.

THE ITALIAN CONNECTION

Kayode's Opening: He's almost certainly crazy and probably belongs in an "institution" somewhere but boy does he turn out great stuff. He's Rolands Ndu Akpe (some name, I know) and @Bloody_Voyeur on Twitter. He writes what he calls poetry on Bloodywrits. As you may have noticed, he's a bloodthirsty, thieving son of a golden pen. You'll love this story. Enjoy.

I’ve been known to lie a bit; a lot of times, that is. I’ve been known to steal not much; I never get caught. I’m not mythomanic or klepto or anything, and so would therefore advice you, dear reader, to fucking put away that bowl of salt you’re about to take a pinch of! I’m sorry I swore, but I swear by the haematophilic gods of my fathers that whatever words shall come after this sentence shall be the truth and nothing but not the truth.