OneJoblessBoy

The boy next door

Author: Chuck Norris

  • Identity Thief!

    Identity Thief!

    It’s a tug of war between me and this emotion. It’s pulling hard, I’m pulling back, trying not to fall back in the pit. I was malice in sadness land, the last time I lost the round. So I’m fighting and screaming and pulling harder this time around. My will is bleeding, inside me, I’m…

  • The Stranger We See

    The Stranger We See

    Time flies so fast but it seems nothing has changed. The world is spinning but we are still standing still. A thousand years pass by and we are still killing ourselves. A million years pass by and we are still hurting ourselves. I am a descendant of people that drank blood for sport. I guess…

  • The Day The Streets Turned Red

    The Day The Streets Turned Red

    Who’s gonna bell the cat? Nobody answers. It’s too late for that, we go kill the cat. And his friends, anywhere we see them. For road, for street, inside their office. They are understaffed so it means we can overwhelm them. They are underpaid so it means dem never chop. Their legs go dey shake…

  • Asoebi Boys

    Asoebi Boys

    Groom-to-be: I wan buy am myself make we for uniform. E get one of my friend wey go import am come. If una buy am unasef, we no go uniform. So just send me the bar, make I do this one. Asoebi Friend: Okay, how much? Groom-to-be: Na 18k for the top, 5k for the…

  • Two Sides Of A Coin

    Two Sides Of A Coin

    Words are not enough, act! I’m tired of you writing me poems, kissing me in public, fucking me well, act! Respecting my feelings and cuddling me. I’m tired of all these romantic things, act! Give me help when I need it, act! Fight the Police when he hits me, act! Pay my younger bros’ school…

  • Robbing Hood

    Robbing Hood

    It’s not for me, it’s for my mama’s house. It’s not for me, it’s for my girlfriend’s purse. It’s not for me, it’s for his medical bills. My Dad is 75 years old and no pension for him. It’s not for me, it’s for my Sunday offering. The house of the Lord needs people to…

  • KILL THE DREAD

    KILL THE DREAD

    Dem bundle me inside danfo. Beat me black and blue, tell me say I must to roger them. Dem use the back of gun dye my hair to darker red. And when my parents hear, all dem talk na say na make I go cut my dreads. But I no be thief, I no dey…

  • Oh! Sweet Medicine

    Oh! Sweet Medicine

    Leave me alone. Stop pouring water on me if my heart stops to beat. At least, I go rest and stop to think. But if you succeed in resurrecting me, wetin go change. Which difference e go make? I go still dey sell car wipers for street and run after cars selling water and drink….

  • I Don’t Care About You

    I Don’t Care About You

    Shift, don’t touch me. You stink, stay far from me. Go meet your mum and the kid she’s breastfeeding. Is that your twin? And you have 7 more siblings?? Where’s your slippers? Why do you look so tattered ?? Well that’s your business, I have got my own problems. I don’t care about you. I…

  • 50/50

    50/50

    Money separating bones from flesh. Husbands and wives let all hell breaks loose. Forgetting their kids, make them park abeg! They are fighting for what to pack first. 50/50. Nothing more, nothing less. The love we thought they had? Well it’s gone, so money next. Brothers get rich and then buy canes. They whip their…