Maracci's Blog

Maracci looked at Chidinma with her cup of tea held with both of her hands. Of course her beautiful friend was dressed in a black hanging top accompanied by a red short skirt.  "Have you interviewed him? What did he say about us?" Chidinma chewed on her finger nails because she was nervous. Maracci shook her head, she had to be professional, at least until she's done with interviewing her friend. "Chidinma," Maracci said softly.  Chidinma looked up, her little Asian-like eyes seemed bigger in that moment. "You're here for an interview and I can't be unprofessional and show you his. You'll see his answers when the article is over and published so sit down on my couch and be responsive." Chidinma rolled her eyes but still rested on the couch crossing her legs in the process, "I'm listening miss." Her tone was sarcastic but maracci didn't care, she just needed to get the interview done with.  She crossed t...

What is love? I could say love is when he looks at you, when he holds your hands, love's everything he was but he did it because it was also beneficial to him. Love's putting someone first, being selfless, stupid for a person. But then, you could love yourself and be selfish, would that still be love? Dang, I'm hitting a spot in your brain. I could say I've experienced love before, because they said it'd make you happy,  beautiful, wanted, and everything pretty. I once felt those things. Love made me happy, and tore me apart. I'd stand in front of the mirror and stare back at my red eyes, the colour believed to denote love, was that why my eyes were red? Love brought me happiness and also sadness. It ended in tears, just like they said it would. * inserts sad laughing emoji if that exists.* I went ahead and made a conclusion. Love is beautiful, sad, happy, confusing, and confusing. Love is many things, but most of all, Love is beauti...

The night was cold, and it was late. Finding a cab was going to take patience and we had none of that. We had both walked out, hands interlocked, to the chilly breeze. Within seconds of waiting, I was freezing. "I'm freezing," I declared wrapping my arms around me. He turned to look at me before he held me in his arms. "Let's enter a bike, it's easier to get." I nodded. When the bike stopped, I climbed first, then he entered behind me. "Come over here," he nicely ordered as he made me relax into his warm embrace. "What do you want to do tonight?" He asked casually. I bit my tongue. "I want to be happy." "And happy you would be." I smiled a little, then rested my head on his chin. Soon we were at his place, we climbed down and I walked in ahead of him while he paid. I knew where his key was, it was always under the carpet. I bent to pick it up then let my self in. The room was warm, the ligh...