Love is: you're given something and you are tempted to finish it, but you remember you want to share it with someone at home. So you control your appetite until you get home.

Love is a feeling and a decision to do right by your partner.

However, love is heavy on the decision part because feelings are frickle and mostly dependent on how you are treated or feel at certain points.

Unconditional love is a mirage. Only 2% or less will experience this. What the rest will experience is either close enough to love or not love.

For those who experience "close enough to love", have to keep the engine of love greased by their constant efforts. Else it will rot like a dead plant.

I'm afraid of what I have become

Perhaps, you will make me remember I used to be capable of loving,

Perhaps I will make you regret loving me.

I don't know, can't make promises.

I'm still a mess.

Stick by me at your own risk.

Honey, don't you think it's time you stop hurting yourself?

Your journey has been a one of struggles all through
A fierce contention between life and death
But you strived and survived all these years
What happened now that all of a sudden
The young seedling have been deprived of light,
Shut out completely when its first bud broke free?
My heart is torn;
I’ve brought flowers, you can’t feel
I’m painfully penning down words, you can’t read
I wish your heart would beat again
And your beautiful eyes will open just one more time
So we could have 5 minutes together
Reminiscing on good old days.

Busyness and distance made our hearts grow apart
Forgetting that someday we all will end where we started from
Total nakedness, holding nothing from where we came
Surrounded by human beings
And not life’s fleeting things

Yet, I am comforted knowing
There is a place for angels in human flesh
A place of surpassing peace
A place I’m sure you will never miss

You treaded this coarse earth with blistered feet
But there in your true home, you will walk on golden streets
Though your body was consumed by sickness and disease
In your glorified apparel it will find release
There were times you wondered “why is my course in life like this? ”
Honey don’t worry you are on your way to a place where all your tears will cease;
And to your troubling questions, you will be given the long- awaiting keys.

I'm done dancing to the tune
of others' music.
Now is the breaking of a new dawn to turning on
the stereo in my heart
and keep dancing like no one's watching!!!

His love is an overflowing ocean
breaking the banks of condemnation
flowing deep into our broken hearts
carrying in it a healing balm.

The most deadly disease suffered by mankind is the disease of wrong mind-set.

When you left me, you took my life away
and made me a laughing stock on display.
When I left you, I started breathing again;
healed of every wound, relieved of all the pain!

I've seen many in this gender;
Tying their essence
to another's existence,
Trying so hard to please and impress;
leaving them disappointed and depressed

I've seen many in this gender;
Reduced to drudgery and slavery
lose themselves and bravery
Regarded as a mere piece of meat
beaten and trodden under their lover's feet.

I've seen many in this gender;
Run away from public sight
afraid to men, it would be a slight
Holding back salient potentials
thinking to the world, are not essential.

I've seen many in this gender;
Used mainly for pleasure
taken to have no place or future
Treated in utter disdain
left to suffer innumerable pain

Yet I've seen some in this gender;
Awaken from their slumber
though few in number
leave beautiful memories and irrecoverable marks
refusing to be silenced at the back

So to us of this gender;
I believe there's more to you and me,
More than what the society sees.
Dare to be among the few that leaves their shield
Dare to be among the few that rises and not yield.


Chi Obinna

There are people I tried so hard to make them stay
All they saw were my flaws and fears then walked away
This crippled me for so long
Thought I would never find a place to belong.
Whenever I looked in the mirror, saw someone defeated
Was dissatisfied and resentful, feeling I've been cheated
Perhaps my maker would have shaped me differently,
Then I would be receiving phone calls more frequently

Little did I know that he really cares
And he's willing to have all my burdens shared
I always thought he was so distant
Never knew he could be in me in every instant.
But I had to come to the end of me
Before I realised my desperate need of him
I let him in and knew loneliness no more
Enjoying precious moments without a single bore.

Find my lost soul
It has wandered away in the deep
Help me Stand
These shaky legs have lost their grip
Strip my body
This tainted garment stinks
Engulf my spirit
Let your presence consume my guilt
Permeate my heart
That I may know surpassing peace
Stir up the dying passion
So men would glorify you for your masterpiece
I desire to stay
keep me for eternity
but if I try to run again
Please never give up on me.

You see me beautifully clothed,
But deep within am thoroughly shredded;
You see me peaceful and calm,
But there are deep cuts beneath my palms;
You see me stable, the kind of woman you want to keep,
My mind is crowded with chaos, I barely sleep;
You have plans to walk me down the aisle,
Am really not sure how much longer I can travel this mile.
Be careful what you think you know,
That was me several years ago.

The emergence of a new born is announced by her cries in the cold
That very moment she leaves the warmth in which she was mould
But in reassuring arms,
She is comforted and grows calm.
Soon she realises there's more to life than candy and sweets,
And someday she would have to stand alone on her feet.
Was she prepared to face the world?
No, there were countless times she ran back in, and cried out to her Lord!
Her innocence and optimism
Is challenged by the world's depravity and pessimism
Every now and then, she's under pressure
To disregard virtues she's always treasured.
She knows she ought to be patient and ought not to worry
But that's really difficult in a world where everyone is in a hurry.
Eventually, she loses her peace
For the things her eyes sees.
Fearing she may be lagging behind
She adopts schemes that are truly not refined
Sadly, the more she craves and acquires
The more the vacuum in her heart requires
Her emptiness reveals her deeper need for something more than things
Regrettably, her lust has made her lose her love and regard for beings.
Oh No! this is not the sweet girl has parents had raised,
And the streets in which she grew praised.

Every morning I wake up,
Am reminded of so much I need to be ashamed of
Immediately, all the little strenght I'd gathered while asleep,
Vanishes, leaving me with a vacuum so deep.
I take up a feeble stand,
So as not to waste the day I have in hand.
With little make- up and simple lace
I pretend that everything is in place
Yet I'm merely a living dead
Yearning that someday this torment would come to an end.

At nights, the feeling increases with much fierceness
In its' silence and darkness
Am left alone with my regrets and rage
Entangled with my past, enfettered in it's cage
Is it the regret of giving my everything,
While loosing the confidence to be me?
Or the rage from repeatedly falling for hidden lies
Enshrouded in deceitful smiles?
With my strength fully abated,
I lie in the pool of my own tears, still; without the vacuum satiated.