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Feb 15 · 82
Recipe for Trouble
Victor Esekwe Feb 15
You want a cocktail?
I'll brew you a classic.
Crushed seeds of indignation- fermented.
Fresh fruits of strife, discord and distrust- juices squeezed.
A sprinkle of tasty gossip.
Don't forget the right amount of hate.
All mixed in the chalice of anger.
Serve with toppings of harsh words,
On a tray of insensitive action.
But if you so desire the revenge special,
That is best serv'd cold.
As humans we often have troubles, but most are a result of our actions.
Victor Esekwe Feb 13
East Monastery
Young monk in meditation
Transedence he seeks.

Downtown seattle
City girl needs adventure bliss
The East seems perfect.

Blue lined skies, white clouds
Brilliant weather to go places
Long trip accomplished.

Tour guide to temple
Ancient architecture unique
So fascinating!.

Eyes lock, connection
Soul bonding, quicker than light.
True love birthed.

The Owls chorus deep
The stars burn with fiery awe
Neither of them can sleep

Three more temple trips
A smile, a wave, a small talk
Cupid's bow strikes twice

Her stay is now up
She leaves her card at the inn
Could he come calling?

All balance is now lost
The thoughts of beauty blonde floods
Fatal grip achieved

Bags packed, goodbyes said
With the card from the good inn
A man must find love.

Dark clouds, thunder storms
Though the journey be so tough
A monk, in love was!
Love is no respecter of person. And sometimes love finds us in the most unbelievable way.
Feb 11 · 144
What a Man
Victor Esekwe Feb 11
A man who would:
Lead by example,
Live by service,
Treat all with equity,
Rule with mercy,
Give with willingness,
Judge with fairness,
Talk with respect,
Walk with grace,
Work with integrity,
Plan with wisdom,
Run with vision,
Wait with patience,
Care with affection,
Discipline with love,
Protect the truth with courage.
After such a man is gone,
The whole earth will echo his name,
And they all will say with voice as one:
What a man!
A trubute to the man we all wish to be
Feb 3 · 70
Sad Prank
Jamie's been pranking me as far as I can remember.
Today's my turn!
I hid behind his door with my cleverly placed trap.
A simple banana peel would do the trick.
I had carefully placed it behind his door,
He would simply step on it and slip,
I would stand over his fallen body and laugh out loud.
I smirked at my evil master plan.
Now Jamie's footsteps approached,
It got closer... and then the door opened,
My heart raced as I awaited my moment of triumph.
Jamie stepped on the peel...
He landed ******* the floor.
But not with his back as I had imagined,
Jamie landed with his head...
He let out a loud cry,
He was in a pool of blood,
Jamie was now silent.
"Jamie"," Jamie" I cried out.
Paralysed with fear and guilt.
This wasn't the plan Jamie.
Please wake up!
Mum! Mum!! Mum!!
Help!.
Pranks are fun, but they can go overboard and cause harm
Feb 3 · 86
Crazy Night
I had a nightmare last night.
I got into a fight over a bet and...
I stabbed my best friend Ben.
I quickly ran into my car and drove off.
I was driving so fast out of fear,
I hit a pregnant woman crossing the road.
I heard her loud screams but...
I didn't wait.
I only drove faster.
I eventually stopped to catch my breath.
I then picked up a random ******* the road.
I ended up in her place and we made love.
"Ouch" My head hurts so bad,
What a messed up dream.
Thank God am awake.
Wait?!... where is this place?...
Why is there blood on my shirt?!...
****! The random girl from my dream just walked in.
Was my nightmare....
Real?
Did I have too many bottles last night?
Or am I still dreaming?...
Oh God,
Someone, anyone...
Please wake me up.
Getting high is fun, until it leads to some very bad events...
Jan 30 · 111
Musings of A hateful Man
Victor Esekwe Jan 30
It's three in the afternoon,
Am at my fourth bottle of *****,
But don't you dare call me an alcoholic!
I look out my window to the street,
The sun's rays penetrating my pupils,
Much to my disgust.
I see two young lovers hand in hand,
If only they knew what heartbreak was.
I see some young kids playing on the street,
If only they knew the turmoils of adulthood.
I see a very young man singing happily,
If only he knew the horrors of life awaiting him.
I grinned and sneered,
As I saw the dark path thay lay ahead for everyone.
"Fools!", I called them.
They must lack common sense,
Out of touch with reality.
Surely they weren't reading the news,
Or checking the economic state of the country.
I was once stupid like them,
But I became wise after losing all hope,
And getting in touch with reality.
Am at my fifth ***** now,
My liver is failing, the Doctor says...
But I don't care!
We will all die anyway.
If there is light at the end of the tunnel,
Then I must be heading towards the beginning.
You can call me hateful,
I call me realistic.
This works gives an insight into the thought proccess of a hateful person.
Jan 30 · 91
Old Age
Victor Esekwe Jan 30
On your wooden rocking chair you now sit,
Staring into the image that lies in front of you.
Your eyes now dim you squint to get a good look.
As you stretch your neck for a better view, you hear it...
The creaking of your bones like an old rusted machine part.
Your body it's agility lost,
Your once white teeth now a canvas of brown and grey,
The Beautiful body you once had is now a relic of it's former self,
Those Brilliant ears now struggle to pick up the loudest of sounds.
Alas!... Old age is upon you my friend.
Suddenly you let out a smile,
As your wrinkled face and shining grey hair you behold in the mirror.
You...
Remember how you fell in love with the wife of your youth,
and had your first kiss.
Remember the moments that made you laugh,
and cry too.
Remember how you made your fair share of mistakes,
and beat yourself for it.
Remember the periods of uncertainty,
and how you had to decide.
Remember the times you had to push yourself,
and how you thought you couldn't do it.
Remember how you dared to dream,
and set out to achieve it.
Remember the turning points in your life,
and how they shaped you.
Remember the friends that stood by you,
and those who left.
Remember above all the legacy you have laid,
and how it's posterity will endure for generations.
Upon this your smile becomes a laugh,
Revealing your now incomplete dentition fully,
For the full picture of your life you couldn't see years back,
Had just played out in front of you and...
It was beautiful...
And totally worth all the seconds, minutes, months and years.
You clearly see how God never left you,
Now you laugh out with pure joy.
Old age is bliss.
Love God and keep his commandments,
This is the whole duty of man.
Old age is bliss, if only we prepare for it.

— The End —