One thing this weather should understand
The world is cold enough already
So cold we all are feeling the heat
One thing this weather shouldn't overstand
singlehood doesn't make us ready
Connubial will soon have us hit.
****
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 5:40 PM UTC
I want to love her
She won't let me.
I want to leave her
She won't let me.
She was to me an archangel
The 'she' version of Gabriel
She never know what she want
She never knew what she worth
She was priceless and easy to me,
Like the air
Dreadlocks to an imam,she is useless,
Like the hair
We were meant to be lovers
We just didn't fit like a broken louvres.
****
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 8:04 AM UTC
She took away
The lamp of faith
My golden sword of determination
And my lamp of hope
And replaced it with
The breastplate of pain
The helmet of frustration
And the spear of anguish
Regrets now flourish my nerves,
Still I can't let go.
She is a cause
She is a curse.
****
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 8:03 AM UTC
The sugar in my tea
The only bee that makes my honey
The smile I wear like makeup
The only iru in my Efo riro
The stew on my white rice
The only roaches in my cupboard
The eyes that mirror me
The only sun in my sky
The egusi on my semo
The only shayo that gets me high
The lifeblood that keeps me breathing
The only moon in my nights
The ship that sail my world
The only paddle in my canoe
The ******* that inspires me
The only road I meant to take
The morphine that ease my pain
The only spine that got my back
The woman of my world
The only love that rules my heart.
****
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 8:00 AM UTC
*An artist doesn't stop loving the art after he has painted
The sun doesn't stop to shine after the sunset
Neither does breathing cease after we've fainted
Nor jungle cacophony after Elephant silencing his trumpet
The road doesn't end when you reach a destination
The moon doesn't give up It's glow when blanketed by clouds
An answer doesn't end it all, there's always another question
And loneliness cannot be evaded by hiding in crowds
Out of sight doesn't always mean out of mind
Going uphill doesn't mean life will never slope
Walking down your road doesn't mean you ain't blind
Sometimes the blind lip of faith doesn't necessarily require hope
So it doesn't mean I'll get over you when I finally move on
The wounds always heal, but the scars live on*
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
Is is wrong,
if i love, my beloved,
then love,
someone else?
Instead of her,
I love 3 other,
women..
Am I cruel?
Am I not being fair,
to her?
I know that,
she's been so loyal,
to me..
But, I can't help it..
Cause..
I really love my mum..
and my two,
little sister..
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
Life!
Nothing but a walking shadow
partial and wicked with irregularities like the meadows
Pains like a needle in wounds
And non soothing like sounds of no consolation
What is pain other than our lives
What is wound rather than the tears we shed
We may live like this for long
But There's a pause called victory
Like an oasis is differentiate desert from farmland
Hunger from satisfaction
Fruitful from barren
Lack from surplus
A cheap consolation satisfying our expired need and unchanging greed and desire
Life! It is full of miseries like a pack of card with only aces
It takes trillion years to understand the prelude
Another billion years to comprehend the interlude
Years and years roaming on the crossroad of mind
Can't solve the deep puzzle in the drama of life
Is it crossword of our aspirations or destiny?
Or jigsaws of our thoughts,ideas,concept and prospects?
The things we shall never know that is within us
Our strengths and weaknesses
Our ups and downs
Our victories and failures
Our inabilities and abilities
Our losts and profits
Our tears and laughter
Our frown and smiles
Even actions and things we portray
we are ignorant of these in the game of life, defeat may be a consolation
Success may be a Greek gift
Flaws we never create
Dreams we never create
Still revolve around us
Like we are casts in a movie
And the script already written
Ours is to act
'Not minding if it's tragedy or comedy'
Like pinnochio and the host of the Disney
Our mind have been trained to forecast for seasons
But if we try to live other than it
that's treason
That's why people suffer
others feasting
@holythugbaba
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 8:18 AM UTC
She was just sixteen,
She still cheerfully helped her mum in their little canteen,
Pale she looked,scrawny,fragile and thin,
And from her look you would doubt she was already a teen,
She was full of Life,
Even while working or chopping with knife,
Her nights,usually filled with worry and strife,
Constantly,yet she dreamt that one day she will be a wife,
It was time for her usual afternoon hawking,
Rice and beans at noon she was usually selling,
Through the streets and market she was always plying,
Just to help with the burden her mother alone was carrying,
Suddenly she heard a frightful loud bang,
A surge of pain like the strike of a cobra's fang,
Her whole body seared and writhed with great pang,
While from a distance an unattended cell phone continuously rang,
All around her corpses scattered about lying,
It was hard to breath but yet she was trying,
She was cold and numb and also crying,
And she knew right there that she was slowly dying,
She clutched to her bleeding side as she lay down,
Dust and blood covered her brightly coloured gown,
Her soul quietly slipping free and totally unbound,
As she relived fond memories of her beloved home town,
Wondered why I haven't yet named her,
Well,that's cos she could be anyone's sister,
Maybe Azeezat, Nkechi, Funmilola or Deborah,
But the painful fact is that she is now gone forever,
And just like an abruptly ended dream,
Her whole ambitions and desires were trimmed,
By our fellows wielding arms with utmost grim,
While all I could utter was a loud grievance scream.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 8:17 AM UTC
To my Dead Mother,
To my Dead Father,
It's your son here,
Not your good daughter
They say the Evil men do lives on.
What did you do dad?
Why was I born?
Am I really yours mum?
And not the Devil's spawn?
I am ****** up
A drug abusing reprobate
No Moral compass
The landscape of my mind is desolate
I enjoy getting in fights
I enjoy stealing
I dream of ******
I care not for human feelings
Do as thou wilt
I learned from the best
As above so below
Dad you piqued my interest
I am ****** up
Because you were
My streams of debauchery
Fed by your headwaters
I need attention
But you're dead
I need compassion
Your corpses stay rotted
So I'll keep being me
Keep being the best bad person I could possibly be
You had your chance to save me,
But ultimately Mum and Dad,
You made Me....Me
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 8:15 AM UTC