Ojsegun stories

     I write down my thoughts of emotions in the dark Yet, I leave no line or space blank I pen down my thoughts as my mind shares them out  In silence I stay anytime I pour out my heart So the walls would hear my cry I feel forsaken anytime I try I feel lost most times I smile I'm being hated with style Being condemned by my mind No one hears when my soul crys Keeping to myself I preferred than speaking to my friends As the days passed slowly I killed myself Keeping to myself I thought was the best  So to be alone I left my friends Alone I was when I was fetched When my soul was made insane Who can heal my pains Who can heal my plagues I thought the solution to my problem would be clubbing  So I decided to go out clubbing My problems became complicated as I went out clubbing I thought music would make me whole I thought she would save my soul I thought she was going to heal my sores She did but for a little while The solutions I thought would tame me Made me become wild That's

   I died at the age of 18 when I was disappointed by my examination results, I thought my heart would be overwhelmed with joy and I'll dance to the drums of happiness but I had the opposite of what I thought. My eyes was flooded with tears of disappointed.    I sat in my room a week after my result staring at the white wall of my room, I imagined blood on the walls. I heard that God said we should count our blessings and name them one by one. So I did opposite of that, because I didn't feel blessed.    Now I'm 25 my life is still in a mess, I'm now sitting with the devil playing the game of chess. Anything I lay my hands on turn out to change, to change from good to evil. I have no friends, no one believes I'm a worthy person to work with.      A girl came into my life, she loved me unconditionally, she cared for me, she was the reason I smiled. Is this a spell? The one who brought light to my darken soul is no more, she now resides with her ancestors.     People s

    I love staying indoors Listening to sad songs While I siren on the harsh words Said to my face by my so called loved ones I guess I'm but a worthless being That made my burden my skin Oh! in pains I scream Always caged in my dreams What a night mare Which led to me sweat while wearing my night ware Can I find joy? If yes, then where? I'm already addicted to this harsh sphere  Till I die I guess it would be me myself and I Enjoying my funny and scary ride Living my boring life              © Ojsegun

    One day a certain rich man was sad and wanted to be happy, he wanted to have peace of mind so he decided to go out shopping.    He went to a Boutique he saw a wrist watch, he loved it and he checked the price. It was very expensive but he didn't care about the price because he had money so he bought it. To show his wealth he asked for the contact of the company and paid the company not to make any of that design of watch and he bought all the wrist watches with that design. It was a new design which was just made by the company.    On his way home he still wasn't happy so he decided to go to a bar house. He drank expensive wines and bought for different people. As soon as he stepped his leg into his car he became moody.      He didn't have peace of mind, so he decided to have sex with a random prostitute. He saw one on his way home and he picked her up and had her for that night but woke up the next morning as sad as a depressed soul.    He called his driver and asked t

    I am a child from a single parent. My mother fell a victim of rape and her parents told her to not abort the child, thank God she didn't abort the child, because I won't had being in existence.      Now to my story, my mom treasured me so much and didn't want any pain to come my way, she didn't want me to fall a victim of rape or a victim to a player so she took me to a girls only boarding school where I didn't know how to relate with any male.     I lived my life relating with only females because my mom never allowed me to relate with a male.       When I entered the university, I was happy and wanted to relate with guys. I didn't know I was using my hands to buy my pains and sadness.    In my 2nd year a guy wooed me but I wasn't interested, I told my best friend about it, I was making jest of the guy but my best friend was like "babe, that guy is damn hell rich. Don't you want flashy things?". I accepted to be his girlfriend just to appe