Author: Nonny Poseidon

Think of the complex meanings behind the term ’versatile being’ and you would understand that one word cannot describe me. I may not have any evidences or awards to back up my claim but one thing is true - I write the best fictional - reality you would ever come across. If you like fiction that borders on reality, then this is the place for you. I am a young woman with a dream of writing the best novels and movies the world has ever seen, but until then I will share my work with you, every bit of it.

If Crushes Were Horses Beggars Will Ride.

My brief romance with the Star Wars Prince – John Boyega.

Some weeks back JB put up a post on his Instagram account. See post below.

Yours truly found post funny and commented —Dead! with lots of laughing emojis. One would have done it though. I keep scolding myself for always overdoing it with the emojis.

Minutes later JB was in my DM.

What???????????

“Hey…” He said…

“I saw your comment on my post…so you know gaming?”

If giggles could be heard over chats JB would know he got me at hey.

Me replying seconds later with shaky hands and sweaty palms…

Me? No way…no oo…please oo… I don’t oo..

That was me about to reply like a typical Nigerian but thought against it.

“Yes. I do.” I type in and erase again.

Me to myself — just be yourself.

“Actually I don’t.” I type that in instead and send.

“Wow…I expected a yes, even if it’s a lie.” JB replied.

“Nah…I’d rather stick to my truth.”

“Wow…don’t you know who I am?” JB types back.

Me – Of course I know who you are, I go to sleep every night looking at your pictures…

Again I erase and type this instead…

“Of course I know who you are, like I said earlier, I’d rather be honest. Start this on a good note.”

“I’m impressed.” JB replies.

You won’t be impressed when I am stalking you like a retard. I can’t wait till we get to video calling.

I didn’t say that to him though, I had to thread softly didn’t want to trigger any red lights.

That was how I and John became friends and slowly we started building a relationship, we went from strangers to friends and we spent the…

Rude awakening guys, this all happened in my very small head. These are all just dreams of an ordinary girl. Honestly, my head literally smokes daily from fantasies about JB.

I think my Zodiac sign is to blame for all of this…I read somewhere that people with the Sign Pisces constantly weave fairytales in their heads. I am beginning to believe that to be true, because in my head I have a coach, a glass castle, glass shoes and I am married to John Boyega.

Crushes and Wishes

Now let’s talk about crushes, everyone’s had them, some can’t even keep count of the many crushes they have had and the wishes they have made over those crushes. It turns out crushes and wishes go hand in hand – I found that out as an adult celebrity stalker

Prior to now, I use to beat myself up about having a crush, especially when it’s over a celebrity. I was that friend who would give her girl friends an ear full for having a celebrity crush, well until JB came along. Now I can’t keep quiet about him.

SOMEBODY PLEASE INOCULATE ME WITH A CRUSH TRANQUILIZER!!!!

Wait….

If I could have one wish before I am innoculated it would be to play the PS5 with JB, or better still Star Wars LEGO. I have no idea how any of these games are played though, but it would be so much fun to have him teach me – imagine the many other things he could teach me while we are at it. Well like they say, if wishes were horses beggars will ride.

My crush on the Star Wars actor began over a year ago after I saw the movie Half of a Yellow Sun. Somehow it deepened after his passionate rant on his IG live about racist comments on his post.

His speech at the BLM protest in London summed it up for me.

After watching his live video I literally attacked his page with emojis of love and kisses. Afterwards I spent the entire day watching the same video over and over again. Sometimes I wonder why I’m so weird.

Initially I was following him on one of my Instagram account, but now I follow him on both my account – now I get to see him in two places, sometimes I even screenshot the same picture twice. Damn!

Before now I will never publicly admit to having a crush, only family and friends were privy to such information.

Some folks think I’m uptight about feelings like crushes because I’m African and Africans frown on things like publicly declaring your affection for the opposite sex.

Well in the Africa I know now… guess what? No one gives a hoot! People who say this are the ones who still think Africans are simpletons. Well listen we all were, even the so called superior races were once simpletons – only ignoramuses would practice something as outrageous as human slavery – OOPS!

What crushes actually feel like.

I am going to be describing to you how I have been feeling since my crush on JB began. White people call it GIDDY but Nigerians call it MUMU. Do not get me wrong I have had a few crushes but hardly a celebrity crush – for me having a crush on a celebrity is like wishing on the stars. Those kind of wishes hardly ever come through.

I will be using Nigerian terms in my descriptions to sweeten the mix.

You always feel giddy and excited when you think about your crush – your body go dey tortori you.
Sometimes you do silly things to get their attention – your mumu go just dey push you. For me it’s overdosing on the emojis.
You think about them all the time, thoughts of them makes your world spin – your world will just be turnioniown (the later simply translates to turning on it’s own).
Sometimes you avoid them because you are shy or nervous. Here’s my translation for this – your mumu nah follow come, trust me your village people dey tamper with your brain. Sister come on pia break! Go and meet that boy osiso and stop running around like a headless chicken, he might be Mr. Right.
Bia (come) even if he is mister left, feel free to drag him to the middle — you cannot lose both ways. This one is for those who have a crush they can actually see and catch.

Well, for me though there will be no headless chicken challenge when I meet JB, I will stick to him like balls to dick. Oh God I cannot believe I just said that!

Baby come let me get you that PS5 it would change both our lives! I promise.

Somedays I still seat in my bedroom wishing my crush becomes a horse soon, so I can ride into the sunset with JB screaming behind me…slow down!You’re going way too fast!

Oh shit! I’m so sorry guys I have to go JB is calling…

I do not understand why my phone is not ringing though.

WHO IS A HIGH VALUE WOMAN: 10 TRAITS OF A HIGH VALUE WOMAN

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The high value woman is a woman that knows her worth. She is confident and sophisticated. Every woman is of high value, most just don’t realize it.

TRAITS OF A HIGH VALUE WOMAN

SHE KNOWS HER WORTH: the high value woman knows her worth and is grounded in her values. She knows what she deserves, she knows that she’s the prize, she knows her trust and love has to be earned and not bought. She sets standards for herself and others. She has a clear vision of what she wants from life and goes after it. She believes in herself and doesn’t need anyone’s validation. She isn’t a people pleaser. She sets clear boundaries and doesn’t put up with ill treatment. She knows what she wants and stands for so she doesn’t fall for just anyone or anything. So…

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SEX, DRUGS AND PEER PRESSURE – Amara’s ordeal.

VIRGINITY IS A MYTH

Growing up as a teenager – especially as a relatively popular one, it is not unusual to have a group of friends in your circle. These friends sometimes come with an invincible but extremely vociferous companion called PEER PRESSURE.

Ever been a teenager? Then you’d know peer + pressure is a friend you shouldn’t listen to. Still it’s difficult to ignore the coaxing whispers – it’s always there, lingering in the corners of your mind, steadily buzzing like a swarm of bees.

Back when I was a teenager, secrets like being a virgin were safely tucked away from certain friends – these friends must not learn that a member of the clique is still a virgin, otherwise they won’t be by the weekend.

For boys being a V is a taboo at a certain age, and when a boy is still a virgin at 16, his peers with their invincible pal pressure would be there to whisper to said boy…

come on man! you can’t still be a V at sixteen.

They’d stare at him like an alien from a distant planet and then make it their duty to find him a girl. And that’s it for his virginity – gone with the wind, poof.

I hear it’s more rife now, young adults are ashamed of being virgins in high school.

Now the term virginity has become so unpopular – a friend actually called it a myth for the Z Generation. Even though I do not think that to be true.

Personally, I just wish young people would stop yeilding to their peer’s pressure.

Truth is whether you are a virgin in high school, or throughout the phase of adolescence, it doesn’t really matter to me or anyone for that matter.

What truly matters is that you do you at your own time. External whispers have only led many astray and in some cases to the waiting arms of their maker.

CHOOSE YE YOUR MASTER

Loads of young adult are serving life sentences today because they listened to that friend with his tag along buddy pressure. Some are dead today because they followed that friend/his chum – pressure.

Others live in constant regret because they allowed themselves be coerced into doing something they never would have done if they were thinking for themselves.

So many people today choose to make wealth the wrong way because of the level of duress their more privilege peers put on them, both on the gram/real life. They are everywhere, the…

It’s either we make it or die trying group.

Please do yourself a favor, never ever think like that. Thinking like that is like putting a timeline on your life.

Truth is some folks do not even need a lot of pressure – their peers don’t even need to do shit, their greed already done it.

Take note, when young people have no inside guidance, from a parent/guardian they become even more dysfunctional. Some follow the wrong crowd not because they want to but because no one cares enough to see them, listen to to them and call them back.

Others do not feel LOVED at home so they follow the first person that shows them a fraction of that human affection and sometimes when family fail to their peers readily step in.

Many teenagers spend their lives in and out of rehab today because they chose to listen to pressure’s human assistant – peer. Remember the word CHOSE, then remember this…

YOU are a master of your own mind. No one has the power to influence your decisions/thoughts except you give ears to them.

It is either you choose to be the master of your life or you let someone else control you and enslave your mind.

Choose the master of your life today – YOU OR YOUR PEERS.

AMARA AND PEER PRESSURE

My sister Amara lives in regret today because she wanted to be like that friend whom she looks up to – Izzy. The same one who kept whispering in her ear – damn girl you have to sleep with him, give this thing up already…you are not gonna get a medal for keeping it.

The friend with the opium goes – you have to try this stuff, it’s crazy…its gonna get you fucking high, and take you to a whole new level.

Honey, the only level you are getting to is the secluded floor of a lunatic assylum…

That is the truth no one told Amara.

Honestly, sometimes these friends do not know any better, they are oblivious to the superior underling they bring with them.

That’s why they think using illegal drugs is rad at first – youthful exuberance and shit. Until they scratching like lunatics and craving the next fix. Some survive the onslaught of these illegal drugs but others die with its pangs in them.

Illicit drug use is one of greatest killers of young adults.

This data from the National Center for Health Statistics talks extensively on drug related deaths in America ALONE. The number of drug-related deaths spiked from 2012 – 2018 in the Country.

NCHS Data Brief No. 365, January 2020 by Holly Hedegaard, M.D Arialdi. M. Miniño, M.P.H and Margaret Warner, P.H.D.

The accuracy of the data presented in this article is proof that as the world advanced technologically at the speed of light, drug use became even more rampant. That’s my take on it, what’s yours?

Amara was screaming for help while Isreal ripped her clothes and spread her naked legs apart. That whispering friend and peer pressure’s agent could not be found anywhere – even though they had coerced her into visiting Isreal’s house, alone.

They did not come to her rescue when he beat her to submission and forced himself on her.

Yet when Amara told Izzy that Isreal had assaulted her, Izzy’s characteristical reply was – Don’t be a baby, these things are normal.

Now Amara thinks rape is normal.

In time Amara became used to stiffling abuse and the term LOVE became foreign to her. She’d always say to me – no man can truly love you, except your father, and that’s if he is sober enough.

Izzy and her collaborator were quick to advise Amara to get an abortion when Amara got pregnant from the rape. Izzy whispered things like – your parents will kill you…and your church? You shall be a scorn, I will take you somewhere to get rid of that thing growing inside you.

But she did not go into the quack doctor’s shack with Amara where they poked and probed her body with all kinds of ominous tools to take out the life growing inside of her, neither was she there to hold Amara’s hands while she cried herself to sleep that night for killing her child.

Even though Amara survived the scabs of peer pressure Izzy did not, she wasn’t so lucky and ended up overdosing on the same drugs she and Isreal had hooked Amara on.

For Amara it remains a struggle, but she fights still, tooth and claw just to break out of the compulsive shackle of the illicit drugs that has messed up her mind and left her in a mental asylum.

Now the boisterous voices in Amara’s head are growing quite, and she is hoping they quite down forever, soon.

Amara did not realize that drugs is peer pressure embodied and when put into the human system, it becomes ones worst nightmare.

Like a pandemic it slowly destroyed her self control and impeded on her ability to resist it’s urges. Then finally it rendered her powerless and unable to think for herself or breakaway. Yet she fights, desperately to rid herself of its torments.

Up until this day Amara lives with the nagging regret of listening to peer pressure in the body of a friend and falling in love with illicit narcotics only after one blind date.

Escape!

This may sound very platitudinous but I still have to say it…

Many young people today are Amara, they listen to those friends who whisper things into their ears.

You need to know this, they are not your real friends, please know this (this does not mean cancelling all form of advice it simply means separating the good from bad).

A true friend will always look out for you, they would never put you in harms way even if they already in harms way themself.

Peer pressure is a great evil represented by some of our friends, and their tongues – never ever listen to that wagging tongue.

Do not listen to your peers especially when you know they’re up to no good. Remember you have a choice, ALWAYS.

Choose to say no when you know what they ask of you is bad. Choose to shun their chivvy voices when they try to tear you down for not following their lead – they do not own you…

Only you own you…remember that.

Realistically speaking, friends who try to make others into delinquents like them are very unhappy, they are not pleased with their lives and they want someone to take down with them – misery loves company.

Do not be the scapegoat, be the cat, use your nine lives – escape everytime!

Somehow I am talking especially to the younger generation, especially because I can deeply relate with you, I have seen first hand the consequences of listening to terrible advices from peers.

Young people need to stop giving peer pressure a voice. Subdue it’s voice, do not let it speak through you. Do not be an agent for the destruction of your peer.

Truth is life in it’s entirety is pressure. So such unhealthy pressures will always be there lurking in the corners, most times it will come into your life in the body of a friend, and like a malady it will slowly infest your mind until it contaminates it entirely –use one of your nine lives. Escape!

To put it more plainly, everyone is susceptible to peer pressure…

Even our grown ass parents still suffer from it’s vices.

But I believe the younger generation are more prone to its wiles.

This article from springer.com proves the viability of my earlier deduction.

Article by Shelly.S. McCoy, Laura M. Dimler, Misaki N Natsuaki.

Like I said in my short story Finding Humanity - we are all zombies looking for the next person to rip apart and tear down with our words.

Note – not every friend has a bad motive/intentions; hurt people hurt people and there are so many hurt people in the world today.

Can I beat peer pressure.

My fourteen year old niece (Amara’s daughter) asked me this question some months ago. Her question kinda prompted the writing of this article.

My answer to her was…YEAH OF COURSE! You can do anything you put your mind to.

First choose who you listen to – filter out the garbage from the ton of whispers around you, and sieve out the hate these whisperers would throw at you for kicking out the debris they mumble in your ear.

Shun peer bullying and listen to only you. Because you alone know what’s best for you.

The only way anyone can bring you down or cause you to stray is with words – never ever listen to words. Sometimes they are laced with bile and its aim is to destroy your mind/life. Do not give anyone such power over you.

Always bear in mind that you can be the boss of anything even dirty gritty, little peer pressure.

Today I am giving peer pressure a body, I am making you see it as human so you know you can kick it’s ass.

Truth is we are all potent to the words of the people around us – so your best bet is to build…erect those barricades, build those walls around your ears and heart. And carefully sieve through the things you listen to and the words you give thought to.

Consolidate your mind. If you can control your mind then you can control all of your senses. Your mind is your greatest weapon.
Learn to wield it!

In conclusion, Parents/Guardians need to be better role models, children/young adults need constant guidance. Some need adult guidance more than others, and if they are not properly guided and taught at an early age to make their own decisions they become confused adults and just follow the herd…

A blind man cannot lead a man…

DO NOT LEAVE YOUR CHILDREN/WARDS BLIND.

Please feel free to share your thoughts and opinions on the topic.

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FINDING HUMANITY – Episode II

I had the most amazing life anyone could ask for. I and my siblings come from a lineage of affluent aristocrats. We reside in a prosperous suburban neighborhood in Nigeria and had the best of everything. Life was indeed beautiful…until we let the devil in and gave him the greatest weapon with which he destroyed our perfect lives – TRUST.

My younger sister was ten years old when my Father hired Gida as the security guard for the mansion. We trusted him with securing our house, properties, and our lives. Hiring more than one security guard wasn’t really a necessity then since our estate was properly maintained and protected.

I had just finished my high school education in the most prestigious boarding schools in the country and was back home to prepare for another stage of my life, a University Education abroad – both of my elder brothers were already studying in the UK, and I was to follow suit.

On my return home I realized our previous gateman Ahmed, had resigned. Ahmed was really close to us, he was like family and has been with us for as long as I can remember – Mum told me he had gone back to the village to be with his growing family.

Nevertheless, on my return home, the new gateman Gida, welcomed me with enthusiasm and it warmed my heart towards him instantly. He had a huge smile plastered on his face while he helped with my luggages. Although he had never met me, he was genuinely excited about my arrival.

“Small Madam welcome! I hear about you long long! I happy to see you well well!” He said excitedly with a grin akin to the Joker’s plastered on his face – Men! How I hated that chary grin of his.

Gradually I began to warm up to him like my family had done. Sometimes my mother would give me or the maid some food to take to Gida – breakfast, lunch and dinner was a guarantee for our employees, my mother made sure of it.

We treated him like a part of our family, paid him more than the normal salary rate for security guards and made sure he lacked nothing – Well, I will proudly tell anyone willing to listen that my parents are one of the few good folks I know, they believe in treating everyone with love and affection, irrespective of who they are or where they come from – If only they could see me now.

Even as a young adult I saw their desire to be kind to humanity, but in their benign need to be magnanimous they ignored one of the rules of TRUST my high school class teacher always hammered on – for every fraction of trust handed out to a stranger guard the heart with which you trusted – Even Jesus learnt that the hard way he would say. Apparently, so did my parent.

During these traumatizing three months of my life, I have come to the realization that a concept as sacred as religion and belief has become a weapon of oppression, subjugation and exploitation for humans to use against themselves. These set of humans have let themselves be bullied into a destructive idea of religion – this is the reason religious extremism exist today.

The humans in these category have embraced presumptuous religious doctrines/tenets aimed at ignorant religious faithfuls. They adopt man’s ideology of religion and protect these beliefs by any means necessary.

These group of people would scream to anyone willing to listen that they do the will of their God, but I believe the devil sits at a corner whispering softly in their ears – destroy, destroy. These men then try to play God by seeking to control religious belief and practices, forgetting that the central basis that unites all religion is humanity and without humans religion would be non-existent, but then without religion morals would be foreign to man – the reason we are all not animals is because some of us actually fear a higher power.

To be continued.

HOW TO DEAL WITH SITUATIONSHIPS.

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WHAT IS IT ALL ABOUT?
So you’re probably wondering, what the hell is a situationship and do they really exist? Yes they do. In one way or another we might have found ourself in a situationship. That akward relationship that you just can’t define what exactly you guys are. You aren’t necessarily dating or in a relationship with the person. It is a situation whereby you guys are more than friends and less than a partner in a relationship. You know that situation whereby your friends ask you what the status is with that girl or guy and you become speechless saying it’s complicated. Well you’re in a situationship.
A situationship doesn’t have a defined status, at least you guys haven’t defined it yet. You know that point where you are saying we’re just taking it slow, seeing how things goes. While some may be comfortable with this, others might…

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HOW TO INVEST IN YOURSELF

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Hey loves, welcome to today’s post, I’d be talking about investing in yourself. The same way you can invest your money to yield profits, you can also invest in yourself to be a better version of yourself. You investing in yourself is you investing in your future. Whatever you do to invest in yourself, trust me, you’d reap the benefits.
Most people are home especially during this Corona period and we have a lot of free time. I know not everyone wants to be at home or enjoys it but it’s for our safety so instead of you just sleeping and eating all day which I’m sure you do more than just that, you can choose to invest in yourself and your future.

There are various ways you can invest in yourself, since no one is perfect I’m sure we have one or two things we’d like to work on…

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FINDING HUMANITY – Chinny’s reality.

I stood over the unconscious bodies of my tormentors reminiscing on the times I still believed in humans, the times I wore my heart on my sleeves and love for my world and the people in it like an army; those were good times, or as they say – the good old days. Those were days I had enormous faith in humanity, and still believed the world to be a glamorous safe haven.

Even in this moment of uncertainty and a nagging presage, I still look up to the sky believing that there is hope for me…for mankind, in a world that suffers silently from ruination and man’s vices and voracious need to control everything in it – still I see colors and beauty in our world.

However, I am not blind to the fact that our precious world is inhabited by flawed beings, and some humanity have been lost in pursuit of religious beliefs, money, fame, power etc.

Even the young is not spared the brouhaha of man’s rapacity and monstrosity.

In my short years on this spinning orb, I have witnessed personally the hate in the heart of man. I have seen man ruin lives with his orientations and belief, I have seen rulers trample on the rights and privileges of their subjects – leaving them in acute desolation.

I have seen families declare war on one another over trivial issues, I have seen religious differences destroy so many lives and I have whole heartedly come to accept the phrase…

It’s a dog eat dog world…

For me though it’s more of a human eat human world – literally we are all zombies looking for the next human to rip apart and tear down.

Like a sheltered pet I have realized that the same humans who once loved, adored and protected me will eat me without batting an eyelid with the changing hands of time.

Hell, humans will eat themselves if we find ourselves in an apocalypse.

Thank God I am no longer blind! Now I see the true colors of man, not our different race designations but the real stains on humans; the beautiful colors on our skin cannot be compared to the darkness in our hearts – especially in the heart of one who chooses to defend a cause or a belief.

These were the thoughts running through my mind as I stood there strapped in some foreign element, looking down at my unconscious predators who have become my prey – the tables have suddenly turned and it is a relief to know that the fate of a prey is usually determined by the predator, and this time the predator is yours truly…Chinny

My mother would always say – the world may crash and burn but it is your choice to either burn with it or fight your way to survival.

Well, my world has crashed…burned and has left me with physical, mental and emotional scars.

Not just me, but everyone around me, the burns has left our mind and bodies charred…but now we are no longer helpless preys, we have become predators to our tormentors.

My name is Chinny Nwogbe and this is how I went from prey to predator.

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To be continued…