Lazy- A*s Writer

I’m a lazy-a*s writer

The laziest there is

I revel in my laziness

Aware of the writer’s code that refutes the use of the same words in succession

Like – lazy

But I don’t care

I’m too lazy to care


However, this only concerns writing

I’m an excellent sage

Some have even compared me to Ghandi

Thinking about it now, I sense it was all fallacy

And a bid to make me pick my pen again

And inspire people

And inspire I did

But for a short while

Until laziness struck. Again

And I dropped the pen for the umpteenth time


The world clamours for hard-working fellows

Work-crazy, rest-loathing, gruesome fellows

It also embraces abortion

Supports wars

And maims kids in their classrooms

Safe to say the world is psycho

So, I’ll ditch it’s expectations

And sulk on my couch further

Because I’m lazy


I’m lazy enough to watch TV all night

And see lifeless children litter the streets of Syria

Lazy enough to see hungry refugees lay half-dead on train tracks in Austria

Lazy enough to see that young girl across the street struggle to support the weight of the bulge in her tummy

Whilst the culprit; ‘Uncle’ saunters around town without remorse

And yet, at the corner of my eye, I watch the hard working folks scamper around town

Caught in the hustle and bustle of life

Oblivious of the pain

Ignorant of the chaos


They say life is a race

And everyone is running to win

Lazy me is confused

Win what?

But I’ve never quite figured it out

Perhaps because I’m too lazy to think it through


Seeing as I’ve digressed into territories I didn’t plan for

I think I’ll retreat a bit

And take back a few of my words

Perhaps I’ve exaggerated a bit

In my bid to kick start my almost dormant writing career

Yes, I’m a lazy writer

But no, I’m not a lazy person

But that’s what the world sees me as

The one that has so much time to be bothered about other’s worries


I’m a compassionate being

Sometimes to a fault

And although I’ll like to fly a plane and dump food all over Sudan

Or breeze into the minds of the soldiers in the middle east and whisper peace into their souls

I can’t do any of that

I can’t climb on a podium like Martin Luther King Jr and inspire

Or take hunger strikes like Ghandi

Hence, I can’t but feel helpless

And watch as the world goes knee deep in pain and suffering

So I’ll hold up my pen

And hide miles away from enemy lines

Furiously scribbling in my notepad words and more words

Words that I hope can make a greater impact than they would

For this reason, I consider myself lazy

A ‘lazy-a*s’ writer


Mike Dammy





Exclusive : Deepest Pain

Today, We welcome Ladipo (@ladipoB) as a Guest Writer as he soughts to inspire.

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Tears running down from my cheek
Memories hunt me for my wrong
Its too heavy for me
I can’t take it all in
The suspense, trials all condemned

Dragging my self from this bed
To face reality is hell on earth
An oscar winning award for heartbreaks
Would be given to me

The apocalypse would welcome me
With arms wide open
And say nemesis brought the prodigal son home
Who was I before all this pain
Did I love life in the house of wrongs

The voices in my head torment me for good
He stares at me in disgust
Yet feeds me with hatred
Clothes me with pain
And washes me with deception

I open my eyes and see you
Laying next to me
And ask my self
Where did it all go wrong?


Dee was a wonder of a person and she still is.
A beauty to behold and everybody was her beholder.
Her smile could light up hearts and her frown; well, I’ve never seen or heard of it.
Everybody loved her.
They loved her personality.
The ones with OK or normal lives admired her, while those whose lives had been messed up adored and worshiped her.
In the public eye, “she was the person to be”.
Nobody however noticed that all was not well within her.
Nobody could see the hurt beneath the smile.
Her outward appearance might have screamed “love”, her interior didn’t.
She had been let down so many times she lost count.
She had fallen in love times without number.
But her love was never returned, not in the same way it was given.
Their love for her had been like thin lines of the softest fabric and the weight of her love had broken through it.
Beneath their love she found betrayal.
She had panicked and called out to friends; friends she trusted.
But lo, there were nowhere to be found.
They had left her to wallow in her pain.
She was so hurt, she settled for the next offer that came her way, whether she liked him or not.
Trust and friendship had failed her.
They had left her to the cold hands of betrayal and pain.
All this finally led to the birth of hate and boy, she let it grow.
It blossomed and soon became one with her: her strong tower. One she could always rely on, and trust me; she did.
So, she hated every guy, every single man.

“They are all the same”; the hate kept saying in her mind.

I met Dee some days ago.
In need of a companion, I had asked for help from a friend and she suggested Dee.
We were introduced and we got talking on BBM.
I found out she was based abroad and am right here in nigeria.
I wasn’t really interested at first and didn’t put my mind into it.
One day though, during one of our boring conversations (I made sure it was boring), she changed her display picture to a personal picture of her.
I can’t explain what happened but my mind opened like that of a wailing child exposed to his favorite cartoon.
Immediately, my wits, vocabulary and every skill I knew was increased to the highest.
Such was the approval and recognition I desired from Dee.
That was how beautiful she was.
I started seeing things I never noticed before and her intelligence and eloquence kept my eyes glued to my phone’s screen.

During one of our”now interesting” conversations, she let out her true feelings; what she had on her mind all these while.
I was shocked beyond disbelief, my mind lost somewhere between comprehension and mystification.
Slowly, the morale started to leave me.
How could a girl this charming bear so much hate for guys? That’s ME inclusive!

Quick, I rummaged my mind for options.
Calling it quit and backing out crossed my mind but something kept me there.
This was someone in need.
She needed my help desperately but couldn’t see it and I was going to make her see it.
I was gonna play the love doctor.
The only problem is HOW?

…………..To be continued.

This is a true life story. My true life story.
I really need help.
Guys, don’t leave your fellow guy hanging.
And for the females, you advice is welcome too.
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