Precious Chisom Blog

You have a softness          that calls out my hardness A succulence that          calls out my creative ejaculation          You make me cum With utmost mental orgasm Good morning ma'ami (c)  Ochelebe (The 6th and 7th lines are mine)

*The Musings Of A Shy Man*..  I can't seem to be able to stop staring at the adorable woman on this page's dp.. Smooth, child-like, adorable, scintillating demeanour.. ....with the kind of skin colour that can make the white man want to go dark.. ....hair beautifully made like that of the overly angelic Gwen of Merlin.. .....the simplistic, yet celestial nature of your black dress reminds me of the little I know of Florence Nightingale.. Woman taught us what it means to possess a heart of gold. Same kind of heart I know you possess... reminds of Grace, Aura and Purity.. Reminds me of the Precious I was in a bus with from Agbani after an exam.. The innocence.. ......it reminds me of the time we laughed at one marketer when he became very dramatic and too descriptive about the examples he was giving while marketing his products... ....reminds me of our days at Melting Point. ....the days we would walk hand in hand, down the streets of Agbani and melting point

The Commuters Inside the bus today, this lady who appears to be in her late 50s kept disturbing me to give her my bottle water which I had barely sipped from. Initially,  the constant call of "nwokeoma, nyetum mmiri" was ignored.  But when she tapped my shoulders to draw my attention,  my pretense game was over. Given that she was savouring a pack of rice and stew, I had expected water was also going to be part of the budget. Well, I gave her the water. After all, I could easily get another. She sipped a couple times from the bottle and stretched it out to me. I declined,  then the drama unfolds. Woman: Fine boy, why you reject the water na? Me: Nothing ma. Woman: Na because say my mouth touch am? Me: No ma. Mummy don't worry. I'll buy another one ma. Woman: But your mouth touch am too na. Me: (Silence) Woman: So my mouth dey smell abi? Me: Mummy no na. No worry ma, water no dey hungry me again. Woman: You dey stupid sha. So you mean say........

One Night Stand Three days ago, i had a one night stand with a girl i picked up while i was on my way home. This girl introduced herself as Ronke, a Yoruba girl from Osun State, Nigeria.  She told me about her church, and described to me where she worshiped. But Ronke never gave me her address. In the bedroom Roke was fire and brime stone joined together. She was more than a professional when it came to handling a man on bed. She gave it to me in all styles and angles until i got tired and slept off, snoring like a spoilt generator. What surprised me was when i woke up in the morning to find a plate of porridge served to me right beside my bed. Besides it was a cup of hot tea and a note. I picked up the note and read its content. " Praises, am gone. Hope you enjoy your meal, you must be famished by now. Love. Ronke." Ronke had left me no number to contact her. I quickly picked up my wallet to confirm my cash. My wallet was still stocked with my eighty thousand na

THIS IS NOT MY AFRICA! My Africa Was an Africa of village life, Of tales and forklores Where we tarried long into the night To play catch ups on whose son Wanted whose daughter in marriage On whose farmland was not doing well And what could be done... My Africa was a message of hard work And eventual recompense... Every night, The songs of the nightingale Mingled with our weary bones Sent us asnoring... Only to be awoken by Cockerels Singing another melody of hopeful, eventful Africa My Africa was a story of a brother  Watching out for another It was a story of warriors Fighting to defend the heritage And integrity of all, Not this Africa that I now see... This Africa is one beloved, Clutched to, by all Yet, it is one of envy, hatred, Fear and indolence. Village life is a tall dream Sleep is in enmity with this. This Africa is one of busted veins And blood oozing out Like tributaries, Like rivers flowing into rivers And, it is not mine! Who

They will pay dearly I was in bed with you as we both cuddled and slept You stood up from the bed and left with no words I heard the sound of water that ran into the  drum Waiting to hear from you. Just then I heard gunshots From outside I was so scared to come out.  You went fetch water but you left your empty can of water. Here you are lying faced-up in black ashes clothed round about you.  You left me at 5:57am so you could get the first fetch from the stream before everyone  muddles it up by morning. They burnt my love.  They left me without you.  I'm pregnant and I kept it away from you so I could surprise you when the day was brighter.  They  say they have been after a black morning thief. You weren't their thief. You were my  love,  the father of my unborn child. It's now morning and the real thief has been captured. They brought him to the village square  for mockery first and death  afterwards. Yet no soul is remorseful for having killed you.  I

Marry me already Shugar I love the strength in your hands when you lift me up above the ground  I love the fire in your  eyes when you kiss me like there's no tomorrow  I love the way you hold me protectively from harms way I love the desire you exhibit when you touch my body        You set me on 🔥           You make me want more of you             You set me on 🔥 but I'm not burnt. You fuel my desire and It burns brighter and withholds time. With you time is non existent  You eat me raw You send the thunder bolts inside of me Screaming for more from your wand I want you to make love to  me Cos if you don't Who will You are my first But I'll wait till after our wedding I've always wanted to tell you But you overwhelm me with your touches You make my head messed up with pleasure and I forget ***Precious Eminent *** The picture is not mine Gotten from IG:black.couples IG@QuotesF9romTheHeart100

Would you? Okuku, If I love you enough To want to be your brother, son And more, would You take my name? If you knew my end is near And I come to you with the sacred circle of promised commitment, Would you follow me there? If the race be stiff And the odds are against me, Would you take the dare And damn your fears, Would you follow me? If the world stood against me, rightly so For perceived crime, Would you be the only voice in my favour? If the world becomes peopled by beasts, Would you be the only human for me? Would you damn the world And be my Ohotu, Watching the sun set with me In the evening of our lives? ©~Ochelebe

Two Years I remembered how we started Yes my memories still stick When I said Yes before you asked We were ecstatic These feelings were hot as new new We were hypnotic 18months passed how time flew We got enthusiastic This wasn't real it was magic Who knew we'd be toxic? One step to forever we claimed You got the purpose I got the focus Last week of January and of course February You set fire to my forest and you let it burn We got lost in our emotions Arguably irreconcilable differences The pillows wiped the tears My bed felt how lonely I was You became so distant I couldn't hear your voice I was damned into listening to whispers Yeah the whispers in my head making me to believe it Called to order you decided to settle with it Got flared up and fought to fix it You were reluctant to fix the crevices From one source our arguments formed plexuses We took a break like we could fix the broken dishes With molten gold to make us brand new We always go