What Love Is

By Sharon Olanrewaju

I watched as you walked out on me (again) and I hated you; you wouldn’t listen to me, you never do. I remember ten years ago, I wanted to watch the cartoon station while you wanted the football station. I got angry because I knew you had never liked watching football, you only wanted to get on my nerves, wanted to feel like the big brother. I was angry and I fought back.
I changed the channel with the T.V button, you laughed and didn’t move as you changed it with the remote control. It grated on my nerves. Continue reading


Dear Future Husband

By Sharon Olanrewaju

Dear Future Husband,
I hope you are fine, because I am not. 👿 I am so not in a good mood and this is not one of those mushy mushy letters girls write to you. Perhaps, I’m supposed to apologize for allowing my first letter to you be borne out of a really bad mood, but I can’t feign it; see, I’m really angry.

It’s Josh! He has really hurt me. Today,He told me he likes another girl. He told me he is sorry he egged me on and he never meant it to be this way… (okay…okay… you don’t know Josh,pardon me)

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The Nice Girl Next Door

By Sharon Olanrewaju

©Veronica Coulston

I never liked her
I would never admit to being jealous of her though
She always had this gentle smile, the kind seen in the movies – bright
eyes, pink lips,white set of teeth…
You could almost kiss her!
It was just perfect… too perfect.
She’d say a good morning, then accentuate it with her smile, then
add ‘have a blissful day!’
And the smile would always be there.
It was like she did it to taunt me,
I could hear the smile singing: ‘YOU CAN NEVER BE LIKE Me la la la la
la, SUCK IT UP.”
I hate her.
I swear, I do!

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Letter To My Future Son-In-Law

Originally posted here

Dear Son,

My daughter is head-over-heels in love with you so you are family. You are son. 
You may be surprised I chose to write you… It is because I love you… and my daughter. 
There are a lot of things I want to say to you and as you will get to know as we go on son, I’m not exactly the memory master in some things so I thought the earlier I started saying them, the better.

I want to be your mom – not like I want to take the place of your mother. I don’t want you to see me as your wife’s mother but the mother of the both of you. I don’t want to be formal with you, I want to talk to you for hours, just making jokes and teasing.

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