Written by DiMadWriter

This girl that I met, finely curved like an hourglass. She had eyes like the night skies– she blinks, they twinkle. Her hair like flowing black gold, silky to the touch, polished with elegance. Let’s not get started on her hips, they just make a man scream hallelujah.

I was no preacher of love. I was the war. I killed thousands of people with one bone. I could carry a horse on my back into battle and still win. But this one won the war of my heart with only one smile. Captivated, I was taken captive.

So I told my parents I’d found the one. They disapproved. They did not understand that this one had me in the palms of her hands already. If she said jump, I’d be up a tree in a second. I just told them, “mama, papa, it’s Delilah or I die.” Who knew that this Delilah was a shortcut to dying?

Her house was simple. She didn’t have all the beautiful furniture, but she had a great bed. That was all that I needed. We loved to play on it, like children. I loved to place my head on her lap and she’d play with my hair. Oh, my hair.

Little did I know that she had some sleeping pills and a sharp clipper. Oh, and when she went to the market to buy that fresh scented perfume, she also got a razor in case. And she borrowed that scissors from her friend. She said she wanted to sew a revealing dress for our two weeks anniversary.

She asked about my secrets. I didn’t want to tell her, but she’d tickle me and I’d laugh sheepishly, and spill. She loved to play, so she tied me up as I slept and brought some men to fight me. She liked watching me kill them. It gave her great pleasure.

She said it hurt her that I kept secrets from her. She wanted to know all about me. She told me stuff too. But she didn’t tell me the part where she spent six months in a haircut salon as an apprentice. She didn’t tell me she had received a certificate of excellence and a Masters Degree in head scraping.

She asked again, while my head was placed on her breasts. Brethren, I wasn’t even there at the time. I thought I was in heaven, listening to sweet songs of angels. But there I was, singing my own songs of doom.

She gave me an overdose of those pills between her thighs and I slept like Adam did when he lost a rib without knowing. I slept a lion and woke up a frog. The clippers, the razors, her expertise had all come out. I slept Bob Marley and woke up Vin Disel abi 2face Idibia.

I lost the war. I lost the love. Delilah was a scam. I should have listened to my parents.

Please, storytime is over. I heard them say they want to pluck my eyes out. Na the matter we de try settle since. I need my eyes to see that Delilah later in life. We still get matters to thrash out.

Di MadWriter

About ‘Delilah’

This is the infamous story of Delilah creatively being retold. It opens the eyes of the reader to another perspective — broadening the reader’s imagination. The writer uses current Nigerian phrases and embellishes the story with some humour as he presents himself as Samson. This gives the impression that the tale is being told by the victim himself.

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Di MadWriter

Di MadWriter is a Nigerian storyteller and poet who fully exercises his right to laugh whenever and wherever he wants. He thinks madness is a spectrum; it is not absolute. Every new day, he chooses whether to be rigid or informal. He loves to see people laugh, or smile at least.

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Yomi Spontaneous

It’s very vivid and creatively written. An interesting twist with it being written from the perspective that Sampson’s the victim.

Ivan Majhen

Very creative text. Definitely i will recommend and come back to read more . Well done.

Charlotte Petit Noble

I have a vivid imagination and your story is very good. I find interesting how you have built the story around her.

My Passport Abroad

I love how descriptive you are the details are so intense it’s almost as I’m in front of Delilah myself!

Melanie williams

Love what you have done here this is all very clever and actually has made for a goo read. xx

Kristine Nicole Alessandra

Your talent for writing is really good. I love that you have included humor in this piece. It gave a twist to the Biblical narrative. Good job on this article. I am a fan.

Kat Hibbert

Really creative I really enjoyed this!


An unusual and different piece. It’s quite descriptive although some parts seem to work better than others.

Maysz Adrias

listened to my parents is always the best advice ever they always there to protect you no matter I believe love is scam sometimes.

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