SOMETIMES..

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Sometimes I wonder why am even here..
Why i even stayed..
Why I even bothered..
Well…No…
I stayed because I loved…
But really it hurts when it feels like you are the only one here…
In it..
In this…
Just one sided..
And that’s just wrong..
I miss it.
I miss all of it.
The good times…
The happy times..
When I was happy..
When I was trully happy…

SPOKEN WORDS!!!

                               
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Often times we speak without much of a thought..
We make utterances which when gone..can’t return..
Do we realise the damage we have caused?
Then we should never say words that hurts..
Often times we make such sharp retorts.
In our anger..
In our pains..
We simply let it run..
We may have felt bad after the trail is gone..
But we can’t stop the pain when it has begun.
Often times we wish to say things unworthy
It comes out all harsh and unscuffy
Have you ever thought to rather speak softly..

LOVE IS...

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Love is…
A feeling…yet not quite understood.
It’s felt yet not tangible. .its undertood and yet simply misunderstood…more times too numerous even for the fools.
Love is..
Trully a remarkable thing…
It looks past scars..hurts..flaws…
It prefects even the illusion of imperfections…
It covers even the voids of one once broken soul…
Love is..

I WAS HERE!

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I was here….
Here in time to hear your first cry..
I was not more than 3 years old..
I had hidden behind my mother when we went to visit.
See our parents had been close friends since time memorial..they played as little girls…and have been best friends since…so it was normal to come visit when you were born.
I was here..
Here in time to hear your first baby chuckle..
I had thought to myself..in that tender age..that you had the most beautiful laugh.
I didnt understand a word you said then…but I knew you made sense with all your baby babbles.
See…my mother used to bring me along whenever your mum had tea parties with the other ladies..
I would sit with you and watch over you..but all you wanted to do was play with the other kids. I didnt mind much…just as long i stayed by your side i was content.

EVERYONE IS SPECIAL TOO!

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Often times we forgot that we have gone a whole week without eating.
We have walked miles and had sores under our feets..
We have slept on hard surfaces so much that our bodies have become used to it.
We have been beaten so badly by the rain…it had become our shower.
….I think people forgot that we are humans too.
Often times the scorching sun burned our skin…
We are tired out from… begging  from hand to hand to feed our mouth…
Sometimes they fail to see the tears in our eyes…when they turn us away…
Or the old woman by the corner…battling flies away from perching on the little boys sores…that’s the woman who bore me and my little brother sick from day memoral….

I AM MY FATHER''S CHILD

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As a little girl….There is always that perfect man you look up to…that one man you first grow to love…that one man that first becomes your hero…that first man that first becomes the love of your life…
That one man you aren’t scared of no matter how much he scolds you because you know he loves you and does it out of love.
That one man that takes you on your first piggy ride. The one that plants the first kiss on your chicks…that man that would beat himself if he much as Let’s anything happen to you…that one man that buys you your first gifts and takes you on your first date to see the world as soon as you let go of your mother’s grasping hands.

August!!

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May stumbled out in no rush..leaving June in its wake..fresh and hearty promising nothing short of delight.
Half of the year it stands saparating two halves …One from the beginning the other to the end…like an equilibrium point…situated in the middle..weighing one’s performance and making sure one exceeds expectations.
It comes soon after as the sun rises..raising it’s head peering with no disguise…sure of itself desires no footing of undecisiveness…making sure the auro of its presence is a thing of joy for the mere mortals to exercise all prowess and tune into the ambience of opportunities it holds.

FLASHLIGHTS!!

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When tomorrow comes…even though the road is tough…I look up to the sky…I see your light shinning down on me like a flashlight.
Getting me through the storm…even if it doesn’t rain I know I’ll be ok…I won’t be afraid..even when it’s dark..I look around and see ypur sweet love….then I let go and let you in…Cos your love be shinning bright…blinding me…like a flashlight#

Life through the circle of a Butterfly!

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It was sunny and I felt my cloths clutching to my skin..felt damp. Needed the cool breeze of a virgin rain..gushing on all sides like the waves of an ocean. I was in a garden..I realised. Didn’t know how far I had walked but I have indeed taken a longer stroll than I anticipated. I was patched. My throat felt like dusted clay. No shops close by. I could go back home from the way I came or walk  on down to where the path leads..haven’t thought about it that much. Still being in the adventurous spirit I proceeded without knowing my destination.
I had alot on my mind..but I couldn’t quite find the route to prick my thoughts and pinpoint the dilemma.
But I knew it all summed up into one word…”LIFE”.

IT'S A MESSED UP WORLD WE LIVE IN!!

                                           ************ Life has taken a different course from what it once was…people have changed…beliefs have become distorted..actions has taken a toil for violence…thoughts have become polluted…chaos and mischief becomes a trend…its a messed up world we live in.
Perfect in remembrance …The world was made without sin..formed in all that was good..filled with beings of divine creation…made in perfection…from the earths very own …taught to live…given free will…not to sin..but to decide…The path on their own..showed the way…pleaded to forsake the dark…yet…One tiny mistake…that bite from the Apple. .everything took a different turn…now sin abides..on every wake…its a messed up world we live in..

IN THE STREETS OF NAIJA!!

                                                      *******In the streets of Naija..
A land vast and green..
The Giant of Africa..rich in oil and resources..beautifully intricated..culturally integrated..tribalistically positioned..black and fair of skin..strong and bold as steel..And yet yet..
Poverty lingers..leaving hunger in its wake.
Children hawking..cripples begging..organisations in disarray..country up in chaos..
And Yet..yet..

THANKFUL

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Every morning…just as the yawning comes..The twist and turns of the stretches. .The elongated body..The flabbing of hands and the fluttering of lashes as they welcome in the dawn of a new day. Never quite understanding the workings of nature..but nevertheless awaken to the dawn of another day..planning ahead trying to jumpstart and make progress without delay.
We should never forget ..Whilst we slept and snored into the nights..never knowing if tomorrow will come unharmed or we wake up scarred..someone watched over you..protecting and making your future sure…your family and friends too.

I MISS YOU MUM

PS:    JAXTER WRITES

ITCHY-FINGERS CONTIRBUTES

                                    TRIBUTE TO HIS MOTHER ... REST IN PEACE

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ITCHYFINGER :

"" No one ever tells you how to live with it..
No one ever quite understands that searing pain that chokes you..seizing your breath and you feel suffocated…
I know it..because I have also felt it too….its deafing. ..that pain!!
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If begins to hurt like hell  when you realise that..that smile was the last..that rich laughter was the last sweet sound you’ll ever hear of that loved one..that voice that spoke to you..scolded you..cautioned and adviced you..and spoke silent volumes of love breaking your every core would be the last..
You walk as though unbelieving..seeing shadows of their mere existence..hoping that it’s just a bad dream..hoping your name be called out and you turn..seeing that perfect masterpiece God created…urging you with a smile or a wave of the hand..you still can’t quite understand..

BE-INSPIRED!

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I’ve come to realise that..life isn’t a bed full of roses. But while we are here..we might as well party and might as well make the most of it..plus never forget to plan..achieve..be the best you can be..and give..that’s how you’ll win…
Appreciate those lil things, give..share..love and be happy. Do what’s right..be legit..pray..because prayer is the key to unlock all breakthroughs and give thanks…because thanks ushers in blessings from above..and when God decides to bless you you won’t have eoom enough to take it all in….give honour to whom honour is due…. #DearGod#…Never forsaking the gathering of the brethren… because thal feel of belonging tells you there is no greater joy than sharing that wonderful peace with people who understand exactly what is..
Life is a journey..We learn as we go. Yes we may be hit hard rock and fall hard on our  back..but what matters the most is when we get back up, dust our selves and keep going.

BE THERE FOR YOU INSTEAD!

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Have you ever been in a bad situation and you reached out for help and you found out that no one was there…
You literally reach out in the dark and all you feel is that huge deep void of emptyness…like you are grasping for nothing in the dark….?? All you feel or see is nothing…like everyone and everything went up in dark smoke of nothing. It can be disheartening.
We all need someone to depend on..We all need a helping hand…no man is an island on his own…but what happens when you eventually need that hand and it hides itself from you in the direst of situations…where does that leave you…how do you regain that composure gone?
And do you…go on when all hope depended on that…ray of hope that would have brought back the sunshine …and brighten your path.

JARS OF BROKEN HEARTS #

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“I swore..Never again!! Never again!! Will I ever feel the sting of torns of roses. Let my guard be dropped and get my beautiful soul be shattered into pieces.. I swore it, and yet again. I staggered with pain, even now..as I allowed the unforseen, I let the smirk and the drawls pull me back in..and now I bleed, I bleed jars of broken hearts””!!
“I swore..Never again!! Never again!!
To believe in those empty words of affection.
Let my eyes be blinded by the show of pretence,
Give in to the pool of “I’ll make this right where others have failed”
Fell heads over hills unknown that I was hitting the hard flow of current that ensured the rise and high of the emotion tide.

From the Unkown to the Known..

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Contrary to what you’ve been told..
Contrary to what you’ve been warned about..
Contrary to your beliefs and set faith..
Nothing is at it seems..
Often times we get carried away by the superfilious and therefore we lose depth of what should be and not what ought to be…
We accentuate our thoughts and actions on what we supposedly think and not what is right..
We lose focus..we lose definition and we lose self…and once you’v missed all of that..you’v got nothing.
Life has a way of shocking you out of your joints and make you face discomforting situations that we never plan for..

A WHILE IT'S BEEN!!

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Yeah!!
I know I know..
A whole month of the sept..rolled by without a word.
My bad earthings…life happened!!
So my sincere heartfelt..all the way to the core soul of my very being…totally feeling-apologises..*winks*..to the entire fan base.
So now that ..that is out of the way…
Let’s get down to business shall we?
Cool..why the hell not.
And business?..really I don’t know what or why I even said that. I really and truelly have no business intention today.
Infact I have no intentions at all..*stops short”..ok well I did initially but it sort-of flew out of my thinking window.

FRENEMY!

                                                            *****……Have you ever wondered why people saying..”Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer”…?
Wouldn’t you want, in the realistic of senses have your enemies further away from you as humanly possible as they can get?
If its possible they go extinct or in another planet..its fine by you. Or if you heard they got hit by a bus or got ran over by a train ..you’ll probably dance naked on the streets and kiss all the mad men because your happiness would know no bounds…”Your enemies are gone and done for”…..who would ever cast an evil eye on you now or wish you the most devilish evil things?

Children!!

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Tiny fingers..mother’s lip will bite. Soft buttoms..a pat and a rub giving the lil babe so much delight. Squeals of laughter..bubbles and water..the lil babe will joyfully banter.. All these are a pride in a lowly woman’s hide.
The tantrums will begin, the hallowing and crazies..all these a mother allows..because its one of those first plights..they are kids..some things just don’t pass up. And she’ll remember not so long ago when her baby’s eyes looked up to her in amazement..she was a wonder and he was her pride.
Now an adolescent..the will to go and do what they might..disregarding a mother’s warnings, achoring to a father..not hindering what was said..youthful exurberance in full height. All these a mother sees and hopes for the light.

Years come ..abit too soon..a bit older..all too mature..while their mother is old and frail..papa not too awesome on the rail..lil jnrs and sisy fully understand.. The depth of toll their madness as taken on their folks..from while they were mere babes..to now they are made..children can be a whole lot of case. So there and then..they try to make good..all the wrongs ..right the paths that they have so gone and torn..put the smile back on mama’s face and let her know that her children are the world’s best doves…
tender in hearts..blessing to mama’s bosom..All these and more a mother wishes..all in her poor old heart. Children can be a torn..but they are always..so much more.
Children…Joy to the home! No matter…*winks*