Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Kiss and Tell on Yada

Hey wonderful readers of the Kiss and Tell blog. The original Kiss and Tell stories of Bolu and Bola are available on the Yada website. Visit to read the awesome stories of our favorite twins. You will be glad you did


Saturday, October 16, 2010

Kiss and Tell goes on Yada!

Hey guys,
Kiss and Tell is going on Yada live... We are revisitng Bolu and Bola's stories. Check it out here

Thanks for the support

Monday, April 19, 2010

Bye Bye Blog

This is one of the hardest things I am going to have to do. I never imagined in a million years that I will actually close this blog. Really sad. Thing is, I have so many things I wanna do and when I decided to prioritize these things, the Kiss and Tell blog didn't quite make it. I formed this blog in April 2009 with the stories of Bolu and Bola in my mind but now that Bolu and Bola's story are gonna coming in a novel, I tried to start another story. Thing is I really want to have a story blog so here is the deal, if I can find a group of people to help out with this blog then it will stay but if i can't, I will have to draw the curtains on the blog. It has  been an amazing  year and I wish I could continue but I have to focus on The Talkaholic, Anani Speaks, The Eden Project and YADA Magazine including its blog which has been suffering if I might add.

I hope you understand... Thank you again for the support and God bless you loads...


Friday, February 5, 2010

Season 2, Installment 1: Pilot Post

Hey guys. This is the pilot for the very first installment of the second season of Kiss & Tell. The first season was very inconsistent and if I should add much miscalculated. Anyways, I hope you enjoy season two as we explore the relationship stories of Temisanre Williams.
Martin Luther King Junior said, “Moral principles have lost their distinctiveness. For modern man, absolute right and absolute wrong are a matter of what the majority is doing”

That is the truth. We live in a world were right and wrong is subjective. The motto now is if you cannot beat them, join them... I hope I have not joined them yet...

My name is Temisanre Williams but my friends call me Temisan. I would have gone for just Temi but I actually love to be associated with my tribe. I am itsekiri, from Delta State. I got three siblings; Roli (She is the first child and could be a major pain in the behind; then there is my younger sister Bubemi). I just graduated from the University and I just started my service year. I am supposed to be a born again Christian and trust me... I am not doing well in that department. I am 24 years old and have lived in Lasgidi (Lagos) all my life... I am born, bred and buttered. I stay with my sister Roli and her husband. One more thing, I am officially irrelevant.

What do I mean by that? I am 24... Never had a girlfriend... does not mean I am a virgin though. I want to be popular as I can sing, rap, dance, act... I am that sort of person. The problem is my best friend is a geek, obsessed with making a difference in his world. I don’t get invited to the cool parties and the closest I am to having rich sophisticated is via Facebook and Twitter. It sucks doesn’t it?

Anyways, it is a Friday night and I really want to go out. I want to go and meet people, network and probably have sex with a stranger that I have not met. I need to get loose and do all the wrong things. I have to be popular.

Did I mention to you that I hate my job? OK, I hate my JOB! It is annoying and they pay me 10,000 every month. That was my allowance when I was in school. It sucks to pay hundreds of thousands for your university education and you then end up earning peanuts. It does not make any sense. Well, I guess I do not have a choice.

Back to my job. I work in an advertising agency and trust me they are not close to being a big agency. Their biggest account is Rosebud blackcurrant drink. I had not even heard of Rosebud before I came to the agency. We shall survive.

I cleaned out my desk and headed towards the door. My office was in Yaba and instead of heading home (I stay in Surulere), I take a bike straight to the E-centre. I had to enter Koko Lounge today. A friend of mine said on Facebook that she met Banky W there. My prayer is that I meet some hotshot producer who will sign me after he listens to my demo, which is in my laptop bag by the way.

On getting to Koko Lounge, I advanced to the door, this dude comes over to me, and for a second, I was scared... OK not for a second... I was scared.

“Not today man” He says putting his hands on my chest.

“Sorry?” I had to ask. Was he trying to bounce me?

“Maybe some other time. You can’t enter here today”

“But I have an appointment”

“With?” He asks. He is looking at me through his shades. Why his he wearing shades at night?

“Don Jazzy”


He laughs and just moves away to someone else. I cannot believe I was embarrassed on my first visit to the cool spot. It really sucks. I am about to leave when this chic drags me.

“I am so sorry I am late. This is not going to happen again”

I just nod. She faces the bouncer and says, “He calls me Don Jazzy. How you doing Eze?”

They exchange pleasantries and we enter the place together. The smell that greets me as we walk towards an empty table cannot be described.

“Hi. I am Sola. You are?”

“Temisan. Thanks for helping me out there. This is my first time here”

“I totally understand. Just think of a better lie next time because I will not be there to save you. Don Jazzy. Really?”

I laughed. “I did not know what to say”

“Nobody meets Don Jazzy looking like you. (Her phone rings) Excuse me, Hello?”

Sola was a very pretty girl. She had lovely brown eyes and had an amazing figure. The only thing is she rather looked like a tomboy. I never knew a girl could wear jeans and a T-shirt to a club and will not even be stopped by the bouncers. She also had no makeup on and she wore very tiny earrings. She was fine but not my type.

Sola hung up her phone and looked at me. After 5 minutes of staring at me intensely, she burst into laughter.

“I have you all figured out, Temisan”

“You do? I don’t think so”

“Really? OK. I will take your word for it”

“So how did you manage to get me in? Do you come here regularly?” I ask her

“Yea. I guess. I am not into the whole night life but I love to get away sometimes”

“OK. So what do you do?”

“I am a photographer”

“WOW. I hope you make good money”

She just smiled and did not say anything. I told her about myself and we just kept talking into the night. Hallelujah! I guess I just made a new friend. Let us see how this goes...

The new Kiss & Tell blog: Intro to Season 2

The importance of relationships cannot be over emphasized. To say relationships are not important is to say that water is not important or we do not need to breathe to survive. You may say that is a little extreme but really is it?

Writing Bolu and Bola's story was an amazing process for me and trust me, I could do it all again. Currently, i am working on the Kiss & tell book... This will feature Bolu and Bola's story. Right now, I am introducing our new fictional character. His name is Temisanre Williams.

I assure you are going to enjoy Temisan's stories about his relationships. You will learn a few things that he probably will not share with anyone...

Once again, I apologize for suspending Bolu and Bola's story. This is because the book is gonna come out and I don't want you guys to have a reason not to buy the book....

Today is the 5th of February, 2009 and the time is  5.13pm... Welcome to Season 2 of the new Kiss & tell series...


Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Kiss and Tell

I am so sorry with the way Kiss and Tell has gone DL.. I had to do it for the cause of my blog but anyways, I want to relaunch the blog so you got any ideas?

Monday, November 30, 2009

New Kiss and Tell

It has been a week since Boma has being in the hospital and I have been praying non-stop for her. She is my friend and I miss her. I miss talking to her on the phone. I miss all our sleepovers. I miss doing my assignments with her or going shopping with her or just chilling at my crib with her.
I am in school right now with my folks. The school has sent for them because they want to prepare them for the verdict they want to pass. Honestly, I know I did not cheat and I am expecting God to come through for me. My parents are inside the Dean’s office and they are talking to him. I have no clue what is going in there but it has to be all working out for good for me.

I get a text on my phone. It is from Fola
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>NEW TEXT MESSAGE FROM FOLA<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Hey. We need 2 talk. Can we meet up 2nyt @ CY’s? U kno dis is important

Honestly. I want to talk to him. There is so much I want to ask him. So much that I deserve to know. When was it OK to just decide that you want out; that all the promises that were made are all of a sudden are gone? I really want to know. I reply the text

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>TEXT MESSAGE FROM BOLA TO FOLA<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
No problem. 8pm. U had beta b on tym

I honestly cannot wait to see him. There is so much we need to talk about. I kind of feel nervous already. I mean hanging out with Fola was… I don’t know…

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>NEW TEXT MESSAGE FROM FOLA<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
No wahala. Can’t w8 to see u!

Does he expect me to reply this text? What exactly does he want me to say? Oh me too. I have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. In his wildest dreams. He had better be on time though. I can’t even shout.

I was on the second chapter on Max Lucado’s “He Chose the Nails” when I hear the door open and I knew Bola had returned with our folks. I have been praying since morning that my sister’s name is cleared. The consequences of being in that position is not cool at all.
I run down the stairs and my dad is on the couch and Bola is resting her head on his lap. My mum is already in the kitchen.
“Ekabo sir. How did it go?” I greet my father and I take a seat opposite him.
“We bless God. He showed himself strong” My father said. Bola seats up now and has a grin.
“Lemme guess, you were cleared?” I said
“Duh!” She says. I throw a pillow at her. I am so happy for her. Yesterday, my sister was a nervous wreck. She even came to my room last night because she could not sleep. I am really happy for her.
“So what did they say?” I asked. I mean if they were clearing her, there had to be a reason for clearing her. They could not just clear her out of the blue.
“Well, Dad explained the whole beef between Hauwa and I to the dean”
“It is a lie. Daddy?” I am like SUPER surprised.
“Why are you acting surprised? I can be a spontaneous you know”
We burst into laughter. It was my dad we are talking about here. I am really happy that they were able to prove the similarities in the answers were purely coincidental. I could hear my mum complaining from the kitchen about how we lack food supplies in the house and how we needed to eat. It felt good. I love my family. I just hope that someday, Boma gets to become a FULL member of it.

(It is 8:20pm when Bola walks into CY’s. She is wearing a blue t-shirt with a brown waist coat and blue skinny jeans with high heeled shoes. She then scans the area for Fola and she sees him reading a magazine at the end of the room. She goes over there and takes her seat opposite him)
FOLA: (looks up from the magazine and smiles) You look amazing
BOLA: I know. So what is this meeting about?
FOLA: Do you want anything?
BOLA: No thank you
FOLA: I insist.
BOLA: Water
FOLA: Just water? (Bola looks at him and he knows he had crossed the line. He stands up goes and gets the water and gets himself a drink) Here you go
BOLA: (Reaches to get the water) Thank you. OK. Start talking. I don’t have all day. I have to wake up early to give my folks a ride to the airport tomorrow.
FOLA: How are they?
BOLA: They are good
FOLA: Why is Bolu not giving them the ride?
BOLA: How is that your business?
FOLA: Can’t I ask a honest question now?
BOLA: Honestly Fola. I don’t have all day
FOLA: OK. How you been?
BOLA: I have been good… never better.
FOLA: Do you think of me? Because I do think of you. A lot!
BOLA: Fola, don’t even start. Please
FOLA: Are you telling me to ignore the feelings I have for you because I don’t think I can
BOLA: Why are you so twisted and confused? Why do you feel that you can just show up out of nowhere and play with my emotions? What do you take me for? A fool?
FOLA: You are getting it wrong
BOLA: I had better be.
FOLA: I want things to go back to the way they used to be
BOLA: Honestly, I cannot remember how things used to be. I don’t know how I feel about you. A part of me wants to go back but a HUGE part of me wants to move on. And I think I want to go with the latter.
FOLA: I think it’s the other way around. A huge part of you wants to be with me. Follow your heart Bola. Be true to it.
BOLA: I am done thinking with my heart Fola. I use my head now. I was created to think with it. Good day, Fola
(Bola stands up and leaves the building, Fola is still in shock. He still can’t believe what just happened and that it was over. REALLY OVER)