Hello people. Sorry for the delay. It was not without reason. Anyways, I am suffering what most writers call 'writers block'. However, I have this idea which I will post after this intro. please comment on what you feel this story can turn out to be. Every opinion matters. thanks and Enjoooyyy!!!
"Who the hell was he to walk into her life and mess things up! She was practically living her fantasy when this despicable hunk of a man walked into her life and trampled on every plan and promise she had made to herself! As Bimpe stretched her hands to the other side of her huge bed, the cold sheet reminded her that it had been a while since she felt his warm cuddle or heard his snores! Divorce was not going to be easy ! Dont get Bimpe wrong, she sure as hell wasn't going to miss the slaps and kicks however, she had slowly come to realize that having a man beside her was a stability that had helped and shaped her life! Sighing without knowledge of why, she climbed out of bed and strolled lazily to her huge bathroom! Today was definitely going to be a long day for her!
Was a rock band practicing close by! Of course a band was practicing right inside his head! The headache was so bad, he squeezed his eyes tighter! Placing his lean left hand over his eyes, he used his right hand to tap the rachet of a lady whose stretch marks he just saw after the love portion 'alcohol' had cleared! With her thighs left ajar, her lower region with the help of the stretch marks looked like Haiti after the earthquake! Cellulites were obviously invented by suz...erm, Cynthia! Yes " it" was called Cynthia! Tapping a bit more aggressively, Cynthia woke up and immediately stretched her left hand to him for her money for the night! " Are you for real", Ifeanyi shook his head and stood ! Throwing her clothes at her and screaming out insults , he pushed her towards the door as she struggled into her skimpy clothes! In a split second she was on the other side of the door! Clapping his hands like he was done with a workload, he strolled to his empty kitchen and poured the last of Cheerios into his slightly clean bowl! At his realization that he had forgot to stop at the store for milk, he realized that Miss what's her name was still screaming for her two thousand for a night of grim adventure. He stormed into his room, picked his wallet and car keys! While driving out, he flung 5k at ms ratchet and drove angrily down the road !
The cold feel of water hitting her back made her relax. She snapped her neck to both sides as the shower drenched her long curly hair to her back. She should have been conscious of her hair but she didn't care. Bimpe was going to be late to the meeting with the lawyers and her ex-husband! Yes, she said it! EX! She towelled herself dry and walked to the sink to brush. She pressed the tube of the toothpaste from the middle! He would always complain being an OCD patient that she should press the tube from the bottom. Like it mattered! She slipped into a black, long-sleeved jumpsuit and black court shoes. She stared closely at herself. Did she look broken? Did she look like she should be pitied? Definitely not! She wanted to look strong, like she could move on even if she knew she trembled inside. She released her moist mass of human hair and picked her car keys! Silence was going to be her companion at the deliberation.
Ifeanyi finally had his lousy bowl of Cheerios after passing through the nosy neighbors and their accusing gazes! As he flipped through the channels without looking away from the tv, he stretched his other hand towards his ringing cell. His lawyer was calling. 'Where the hell are you?!', Barr. Tunde screamed! 'Shiit!, I'll be right there!', Ifeanyi answered as he dashed into the bathroom. From what he heard from the lawyers, she was there. It had been three months he last saw her. She sure was going to be a comic relief while she begged him today. He giggled at the thought. He put on a Thomas Pink shirt, sky blue in color which clinged to his well-trimmed body and slipped into his dark blue chinos. He was going to knock her off the hinges. Tom Ford was the cologne of the day. He stepped out feeling like a million bucks!"
