Reflecting the past a times shape the upcoming,
Its shadows build our heart's resilience,
It motivates us and sometimes discourage us,
But all this depends with situations ,

Flashback of pleasant scenarios  
Is as good as living in the house of the Holly Molly where suffering is unknown forever,
Bad scenes are as bad as Lucifer,

Nonetheless  both events are as important as one of the passage rites,
Without them life is a baseless entity,
History generate better narration,
The Holy Books breeds sincere children of God,

The Oracle of change is roaring,
A new page is opening
Indeed I am in war with myself
Fighting my instincts to pave way
A shift in life and perhaps lifestyle
Call it night shift.

Love of oneself is paramount
Can't paralyzed myself loving  a "nun"
Who knows I am not a "saint "
My heart belongs to the peasants world
Love those who love you is my rule,
Hate not those who despise you  but do not give your soul to be heartbroken,

When our creator comes for us,
For truth be told eschatology is here,
When we depart our spouses and children should give us a  decent  sendoff,
If only we had a perfect combination,
Search a perfect route,
The journey is not  easy but  I will get there.....

When in the struggles of life,
She  denied me access
Real access to her juice account,
Chest thumbing of her boundaries,

My boyish was burning eminently,
It was  in need of  the juice,
I pitied myself in disgrace,
But have become better with time,

Jemosi  is no longer the one you know.
You hold no more water,
In my breath you are part of my past,
You killed my love fibres, when  a teargas canister landed on my ****** expressions...

When, in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
    For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
    That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

I love you all,
without you none could have made me be me..
Thanks so much

Daisy you held my heart
My sole was your invisible captive
My mind was your unknown territory
The fault of me and ladies as"learns" would put it

Time has gone, the glory is lost
I ran out of cash, my age couldn't stand the wave,
I was blinded by lies but now I know better,
The league was out of my reach,

001 mastermind stole your heart  and thoughts,
Though my being is aching,
I can't belittle him, who knows?
Perhaps he is the right jemosi,
The preferred candidate.

Though am suffering from lack of focus and particularity
I accept the overwhelming defeat,
As i collapse under the weight of reality,
I pray that my current fate can change my state,

Though I think of you often
I stay confused about my feelings
It seems I will ever want what I can't have,
That's what bind us and keep us apart.

*When Mohammed refuse to go to the mountain, the mountain will gladly move to Mohammed... Bindu bichenjanga daisy,