My name is Ike. I am a writer. I drink way too much herbal tea and believe in the power of kindness, love and a good book.
I blog about Relationships, God and Style!
Pages by Ike is a safe space that fosters learning and growth in unison through un-sober reflections! No pretension. No judgement.
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Where do broken hearts go?
If you said “the heartbreak hotel”, congratulations, you just dated yourself. You are right though, kinda. According to several studies, broken female hearts go to “the heart break hotel”, a place where they cry, delete and/or burn relationship keepsakes and memorabilia, cry some more on a friend’s shoulder, rant and sing-along to sad pop songs. For the broken male hearts, many of them go into a dark alley, which I call “the hole”...
This fictional series contains Nigerian slangs and some inappropriate use of diction. This is for the proper portrayal of the character.
The bodies were no longer at the police station. After 56 minutes of chaos, I was directed to a morgue in Ogba. It was a cream-colored bungalow with a small, old brown gate with rusty brown bars. The rain had stopped and the cool air caressed my face, but even in its abundance, I dared not breath easy. He was in there. In a morgue. I drove him into a morgue...
Warning: Personal blog entry
Before Wonder Woman grew out her hair and got so hot, I was a fan. I loved her outfit; her sweet heart bodice, her star-spangled boy shorts and red boots. She was the only female superhero back then, so I wasn't spoiled for choice. So fave she was.
I had a few not-so-fictional super heroes too...
Yes, I googled myself. Like you don't. Hold off on all judgement, there’s time for that after the post. So, that fine evening I googled myself and I was quite surprised at these people who populated the google images page. If I were to infer the nature of my personality by the faces that popped up. I might say; motivated, spicy, creative and scary...
