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A CREEK CANOE CRUISE

At first we were rowing and flowing effortlessly with the hasty dance of the water through our creek before the hyacinths started running everywhere like a drunk driver
I heard great and lovely captivating tales of Adegbe lake from Grandma as I decended on 3 big madiga and dried aloma fish

As a kid I saw smooth strokes and paddle's play as fun
as the water's rhythm kept my eyes hooked as we guide and force our way through the water hyacinth colonized creek
Some foliage hugged the canoe edge and some married our paddle

I saw nature's excellence and it's aesthetic esthesiogenic pledge
Sun's warmth, gentle breeze and the lovely Grammy sweet songs of birds
I enjoyed seeing the ripples our canoe created , and the fact that it was my first time entering a canoe kept me lively
Canoe cruise was a moment to seize.




Ouseibai Bright Ebi
27/04/2023
I heard the splashes spilt sore words in the market of falsehood for personal gains
Let the grabbled grains of your intents germinate in your own life-garden
Let it grow and not wither like a drought resistant crop
I have always known you were never fangless yet I always fall prey to you as a suppose friend
Thanks for the kisses
they were more loquaciously loud than the dark domestic Paraguayan parrot
Now that my ear is dang deaf
let your venom venting mouth continually bite.
• Happy Birthday Sister

Sisters are special but you’re the best
  Princess pure in heart
Rich in thoughts and rear to find
      Impeccably impactful       Intelligent  and industrious
       Noble, nimble and nice is the new natal born
Courageous, caring, cheerful  always charitable , cool and calm
         Easy going, exciting and excellent
Supportively smart and spectacular sister
          Smiling shining start star, so sociable and strong
                         ☝️
On this your new natal year; I wish you endless joy, peace, love, favour , more money and wisdom.
             Happy birthday  from

#Bright Ebi O
A.k.a Endeale Endeale 2
Sleep have betrayed my eyes.
Who can lend his eyes
Who can sell me his or her sleep
I'm tired of seeing the shy industrious mosquitoes flipping their feathers like a roaring lion salivating before it's prey
It is 1:32 a.m
and I'm still not sure I will defeat it.👁️👀
Sweet dreams to you my love
The pages of my life are empty without your ink scribing smiles so sweet and calm like palm

I just can't stop thinking about you
My eyes have sworn not to avoid seeing the ticking time tonight
And my ears the sweet repeatation  of your hardest word

The gallery of my heart is filled with your aesthetic ally gorgeous visage
All I can sing and pray for is your love
Your love
And your love

Whenever I take a glimpse at my reflection on the mirror
All I see is your flawless smile igniting physiognomy

How can I sleep when all I hear is a shallow shy whispers of  someone's hardest word "I love you " from my window ?
The sky has turned red and there is nothing you can do about it
All I see victory
All I hear is victory
The street of the greatest comebacks story will give a perfect reminisce

Everywhere is red
You'll never walk alone
Not even the devil can shy us away from victory
Istanbul a sweet home for the Kops

You'll never
Walk
Alone
Not without the trophy !
Not without Hendo lifting the Cup !
You'll never walk alone
The night creeps because I miss you

The depth of the night creeps upon our isolation
I miss you just as the moon misses noon
Only chants of thought and emotions prevail like the ripples of a disturbed river testifying borders carved that never allow french kisses tarry

Missing you is like an electromagnetic waves that shuns vivid feelings imprisoned by circumstance
Oh ! hell is mine

Will the sighs and whispers ever sieze ?
Will they be like M.K.O Abiola and 1992 ?
I miss you
But not in my traditioned dreams that are fueled in commitments


The night is creeping because I miss you
And the day is shy and sessile
Your visage has never spared any of my creeping nights, just like the insects and the nectar.


By Ouseibai Bright
Missing someone is just like been on a life support machine that has limited oxygen and it is leaking
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