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Many people end up with close-fit halves because they were afraid the perfect half may never show. So they settle with the ‘good enough’ at hand. But there’s a certain feeling reserved for those who get to be with the ying to their yang. It’s like a whole town told you to sleep because there was no tooth fairy, and the longer you stayed up the greater the fool you looked, but just before dawn she showed up and the joke was on the town!
For everyone with someone they fit right into, who had to wait or pay any price of any sort, this piece will fill you up. For those who are on the verge of settling with the next best thing, this may just give you ammunition to hold on a wee bit. Because when you find him, and when she finally makes the entrance! Ayaayaahyahyaaaii!
When Perfect Shows Up.
I was standing there all by myself,
Long after everyone was gone.
The voices in my head were starting to win;
There was no way I was going to meet a you. Read More When Perfect Shows Up
Yes, ‘precious’ is an adjective. It describes a thing, person or place. But every once in an eternity, you get to meet a person who manifests this intangible thing, a person who enters your life with a strange audacity. Fears and habits that bad experiences have scarred you with, this person just shows up and gets them to comply, like stubborn primary school kids obedient from the promise of P.E.
I wrote this for those who have such a person in their lives and those hoping to meet them. Do not settle for less. Don’t just go with him because you think he might be the last page of a book you don’t even know half of! Don’t just commit to her because ‘every hole is a hole’. You should let the size of your dream determine the quality of the person you settle with. And when your dream is big enough, you realize that you cant but hold up for a certain kind of precious. Enjoy.
Precious ~the noun.
I haven’t written a poem for you in a while
And it’s not due to a lack of inspiration
You bring plenty of that
It’s the difficulty to contain
The raging bliss that comes with you.
Read More Precious ~the noun.
Good morning people. #TeleTuesdays takes a different turn today and this is why. I got some heartbreaking news yesterday when I heard that a good friend of mine had just lost her sister. In times of loss, sometimes all you can give are some words, an ear or a shoulder to cry on. Luckily, there’s Someone who saw it all and Who can soothe all the hurt and make it all better – because it’s always part of His plan.
It hurts from deep inside
But His peace. Read More But His Peace…
Hi there. “It’s been a while” doesn’t come close, does it?
I do however have a small piece that is very close to my heart I’d like to share with you today. I see writing not just as an escape from a dreary time, but also as a form of letting go, catharsis, for me personally. What I’ve however realised is that with this particular piece, almost everyone will have a line or two of their own hidden within. I hope it helps you finally let go as it has helped me…
Just recently, I chanced on the most brilliant piece. My friend -Awo- shared it on her wall. The original writer is anonymous, but the message! Boyyy, the message is as relevant to you as it’ll be to your descendants :-)! Some things are timeless, like tears that tickle. Here Goes;
Tears That Tickle
Sometimes…we must be hurt in order to grow,
We must fail in order to know,
We must lose in order to gain.
Some lessons are best learned through pain.
Sometimes…our vision clears,
Only after our eyes are washed with tears.
We have to be broken, so we can be tender,
We are sick so we can rest and think better
On things more important than work or fun.
We are taken for a trip near death,
So we can assess how we’ve run…
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Sometimes… Read More Tears That Tickle.
Kwame Pocho’s 1000 words is synonymous to elite photography. It turns out his fingers can work more than a camera. Today, by popular request, I reproduce this peice of literary delight he wrote some time ago. I think it’s brilliant, but dont take my word for it. Find out yourself. Kwame, tell ’em;
This poem was how I summed up a conversation I had with my beloved. She actually tried to define why girls generally like bad boys. She said it was kinda like the way girls love heels; knowing very well “you can’t walk too far with heels” but you wear them anyway cos you know they make you look elegant, or at least make you feel elevated (both literary and figuratively speaking). That conversation was so intriguing I just had to put it together, and I made a poem out of it, just for the fun of it.
Good Good Boys, Bad Bad Boys, a Girl & Her Shoes
So she tell to me,
lemme tell to you why girls love them bad bad boys,
and don’t look at them good good boys;
She tell to me, think of boys as shoes:
Good good boys them like flat shoes;
them go take you far, comfortably.
Them are safe and dependable any day, any weather, 4eva!
People don’t just up-and-leave. He cant just turn from sweet to sour in the flash of an eye. She didn’t turn from mushy to cold in one breath. Usually, it’s a slow fade. She does get you, she’s been getting you all this while, but even ‘get’ ends at ‘t’. Even bins get full and take no more, so there comes a day when enough is enough. If there’s something you need to stop doing that you haven’t. If there’s something you should be doing that you aren’t, you’ve got to. Today. Before you get a facebook message that reads like this!
I’m Leaving Today.
I’m leaving today, you wont return to meet me.
My suitcases were packed weeks ago,
I just never had the guts to pick them.
I might leave them after all,
I’m not taking any baggage from this life.
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It was sweet at start then turned bitter-sweet
All it is now is sheer bitterness
I’d like to say it wasn’t you, that it was me
But that’s another baggage I’m not taking with me
I have a very dear friend. We grew up in the same neighborhood. She’s a star now, making waves all over the world. But I know her in a way that few people do. I see beyond the façade of her fame to the emptiness in her life. It makes my heart ache.
People aren’t always as happy as they look. No matter how famous we get in this life, we’ll still be sad without what matters most. Don’t be too quick to envy, he’s sadder than you’ll ever be. She’s emptier than a konko (empty tin).
When we bask in all the vain materialistic glories of this life without connecting ourselves to the true source, what we become, is a dark light!
I shine a great light on countless lives
But watch mine darken slowly
I’m the curve of the smile on countless lips
But the tears in my own eyes
A committed girl finds her mind wandering further than it should, about another boy who’s supposed to be just her friend. Deep inside, she nurses the thought of being with him, but too much stands in their way. She knows how complicated emotions can make things. So amidst light flirts and ‘just kidding’ advances, the lines are well defined, the limits are clear. Then one day she wakes up, with her defenses breached.
You were supposed to be just a friend
What’s your business this side of my heart?
This was a stick and stone fight
So what’s that grenade doing in your hands?
You turned a thin line into a clean slate
And now I’m not sure, was I the catch or the bait?
You laced my days with so much of you
That your absence feels like me gone commando.