The one that tells a fairy tale in Disney Land
The one that senses danger from afar and warn
The one that rolls a true emotional experience
The one that blesses the good and even the bad
The one that prays all night when you are somewhere clubbing all night
The one that suffers in your defence
The one that makes and unmake you
The one that prophesy good things in life
The one that gives hope in times of trauma
The one who’s advice hits like a Beyonce album
The one that does not hesitate a second to say I love you.
11/19/09
11/13/09
"NuNu Scent"
I wish I could just in a day make a massive survey of some selected
Gents and ladies supposedly to have dressed indecently, to draw a drum line.
What is indecent dressing any way?
I believe it is the choosing of an extremely loud fashion or dress code
At the wrong time and occasion. All the same,
I think decency is somehow relative.
Most men have borrowed unattractive nagging teeth purposely to criticize
And shamelessly admire these fashions of most ladies
Which they call, “Indecent”. Always making references to
The “am awares”, the “cleavages’’, “the beads”,
And all the "shorts and shorts"
what about the spotty make-up some ladies wear?
I agree yes! , that sometimes it becomes so loud that
They begin to look like corps and glow in broad day light.
But have you taken the pain to observe our dear gentlemen?
My tongue nearly rolled out of my mouth out of shock.
Some men indeed dress horribly. Do they actually forget to zip up their flaps?
Or it is now a new kind of fashion. These, I have witnessed for several occasions.
Others too open the very first two buttons of their shirts. I can’t tell whether they are Flaunting the “yellowish brownish whitish’’ singlet
or the bushy, desert, or “sexy hairy” bear chests?
Well, that is even not the case. The SMELL, my Goodness!
Even my fishmonger granny would not smell Like that during her official duties.
I bet if we are given all salted fishes the chance to choose a friend,
Most def! Not this gentleman who sat next to me in a taxi. Pls! Spare us the “Nunu Scent”.
What about the edges of their Jeans pockets? If you have not noticed pls don’t try,
You might go blind.
I just wish our gentlemen would talk less about the dress code of their ladies
And concentrate on theirs too.
But I know God would not forgive me if I don’t give credit to others.
I must say some men look and smell extremely good!
Gents and ladies supposedly to have dressed indecently, to draw a drum line.
What is indecent dressing any way?
I believe it is the choosing of an extremely loud fashion or dress code
At the wrong time and occasion. All the same,
I think decency is somehow relative.
Most men have borrowed unattractive nagging teeth purposely to criticize
And shamelessly admire these fashions of most ladies
Which they call, “Indecent”. Always making references to
The “am awares”, the “cleavages’’, “the beads”,
And all the "shorts and shorts"
what about the spotty make-up some ladies wear?
I agree yes! , that sometimes it becomes so loud that
They begin to look like corps and glow in broad day light.
But have you taken the pain to observe our dear gentlemen?
My tongue nearly rolled out of my mouth out of shock.
Some men indeed dress horribly. Do they actually forget to zip up their flaps?
Or it is now a new kind of fashion. These, I have witnessed for several occasions.
Others too open the very first two buttons of their shirts. I can’t tell whether they are Flaunting the “yellowish brownish whitish’’ singlet
or the bushy, desert, or “sexy hairy” bear chests?
Well, that is even not the case. The SMELL, my Goodness!
Even my fishmonger granny would not smell Like that during her official duties.
I bet if we are given all salted fishes the chance to choose a friend,
Most def! Not this gentleman who sat next to me in a taxi. Pls! Spare us the “Nunu Scent”.
What about the edges of their Jeans pockets? If you have not noticed pls don’t try,
You might go blind.
I just wish our gentlemen would talk less about the dress code of their ladies
And concentrate on theirs too.
But I know God would not forgive me if I don’t give credit to others.
I must say some men look and smell extremely good!
11/4/09
What Is This Called?
It is so amazing how some people show love, I’m afraid to say if this is God’s love they are chasing,then they are getting nearer. It sometimes becomes so scary to describe how this kind of love works. I happen to be a victim. I don’t know what I have done to this particular person, but loves me the more as the seconds tick no matter how I behave.
I’ve also realised that, the one who loves you complain a lot the least thing you ever expect to hurt. I was always complaining how it happens so, but then I don’t blame them anyway, coz the one who loves you always worry about you the more. I used to think it is very irritating, yes! But now, no iota of negativity is stuck in my brains concerning this kind of love. When I wake up in the morning all I want to do is to pray for you. I love You Too!
I’ve also realised that, the one who loves you complain a lot the least thing you ever expect to hurt. I was always complaining how it happens so, but then I don’t blame them anyway, coz the one who loves you always worry about you the more. I used to think it is very irritating, yes! But now, no iota of negativity is stuck in my brains concerning this kind of love. When I wake up in the morning all I want to do is to pray for you. I love You Too!
I Don't Wont To Leave But Go
I don’t want to leave but go
I was begged not to leave
If I do, I leave behind treasures
Possessed once in a life time
But these treasures of his, like a curse and slavery to my heart
These treasures I see to be monstrous
These treasures I see to be haunted
These treasures I bundle and gather like a heap of sand
These treasures meant to be treasured by someone treasureable
Which I hope he finds
These treasures I do not deserve
These treasures I don’t want to leave but go!
I was begged not to leave
If I do, I leave behind treasures
Possessed once in a life time
But these treasures of his, like a curse and slavery to my heart
These treasures I see to be monstrous
These treasures I see to be haunted
These treasures I bundle and gather like a heap of sand
These treasures meant to be treasured by someone treasureable
Which I hope he finds
These treasures I do not deserve
These treasures I don’t want to leave but go!
My First Copy Book
Do you remember your very first day on campus? How did you feel?
That is a question you should ask yourself today.
You were like a fish that has been caught with a hook, so helpless and poor ready to surrender whatever you have even to the point of borrowing.
You possessed the heart of a child, so fragile.
So innocent, vulnerable, pure, holy and so true to yourself.
The heart of a little tiny lamb you had.
Now you cry for freedom.
You used to spend your whole time having some business transactions with the library.
You didn’t even know truancy and lateness.
You did your assignments long before the day of presentation.
Partying and clubbing and visitation were your enemies or they were just once in a while
When you were forced or influenced by your friends and roommates.
Rejecting proposals and expecting others as well.
Church, oh! All the praises, worships, the Paa Joes and the Paa Kwasis were your abode at nights
You looked down upon laziness and unseriousness.
You were looking forward to dating your seniors and your mates.
Now how do you analyze yourself.
First you got a fresh guy and a catchy relationship or if not looking forward to date a graduate
You now prefer your juniors to your mates.
The Kapos are now your target.
The nervousness towards mid-sem and end of sem-exam has vanished into thin air.
You go for lectures when you think it is necessary or this particular lecturer checks role.
Group meetings become necessary because of your project work
You now dress like a corporate lady or gentleman
Remember you used to have these “dog” chains hanging around your neck
With the JZ and LILWN look alike foots
Oh! Now you are looking for a life partner not just a boy friend
And you are seriously after this lady because you are nearly loosing the game
As 4 nail against you, I mean you
Come on don’t get blasted like that! Open your eyes bro!
That is a question you should ask yourself today.
You were like a fish that has been caught with a hook, so helpless and poor ready to surrender whatever you have even to the point of borrowing.
You possessed the heart of a child, so fragile.
So innocent, vulnerable, pure, holy and so true to yourself.
The heart of a little tiny lamb you had.
Now you cry for freedom.
You used to spend your whole time having some business transactions with the library.
You didn’t even know truancy and lateness.
You did your assignments long before the day of presentation.
Partying and clubbing and visitation were your enemies or they were just once in a while
When you were forced or influenced by your friends and roommates.
Rejecting proposals and expecting others as well.
Church, oh! All the praises, worships, the Paa Joes and the Paa Kwasis were your abode at nights
You looked down upon laziness and unseriousness.
You were looking forward to dating your seniors and your mates.
Now how do you analyze yourself.
First you got a fresh guy and a catchy relationship or if not looking forward to date a graduate
You now prefer your juniors to your mates.
The Kapos are now your target.
The nervousness towards mid-sem and end of sem-exam has vanished into thin air.
You go for lectures when you think it is necessary or this particular lecturer checks role.
Group meetings become necessary because of your project work
You now dress like a corporate lady or gentleman
Remember you used to have these “dog” chains hanging around your neck
With the JZ and LILWN look alike foots
Oh! Now you are looking for a life partner not just a boy friend
And you are seriously after this lady because you are nearly loosing the game
As 4 nail against you, I mean you
Come on don’t get blasted like that! Open your eyes bro!
10/19/09
You Did So?
I think I know what you did. Oh no! I don’t coz u don’t know mine
Do you remember the last time you were supposed to keep a secret?
Did you do so?
Do you remember the last time you were supposed to fulfil a promise?
Did you do so?
Do you remember the last time you thought of giving in?
Did you do so?
Do you remember the last time you thought of giving up?
Did you do so?
Do you remember the last time you thought of betraying?
Did you do so?
Do you remember the time you decided to lie for once; that is?
Did you do so ?
Do you remember when you decided to share your very deep secret?
Did you do so?
And what is your greatest fear in the world?
Would you like to share?
Do you remember the last time you were supposed to keep a secret?
Did you do so?
Do you remember the last time you were supposed to fulfil a promise?
Did you do so?
Do you remember the last time you thought of giving in?
Did you do so?
Do you remember the last time you thought of giving up?
Did you do so?
Do you remember the last time you thought of betraying?
Did you do so?
Do you remember the time you decided to lie for once; that is?
Did you do so ?
Do you remember when you decided to share your very deep secret?
Did you do so?
And what is your greatest fear in the world?
Would you like to share?
I Just Can't Tell Why!
Once upon a time in my fantasy world,
I had a serious crash on this beautiful boy of my friend’s friend
I hunted his attention so much that I could not do anything without thoughts of him.
I forced my way to be a friend and friends’ friend
I managed to be as close to him like his club T he loves to wear always
Finally my dreams became a reality
But he took my professed friendship as a normal cliché
For what reason, I can’t tell but this cliché became an idiom,
Then to a proverb.
Our closeness deceived me to be an interpretation I’ve always had
I itch to ask him the rapport we had which he replied with raised eye brow
Through this I denied a true love which I knew before
I denied a true friend which I knew before
I denied and torn an innocent heart and made it trash
Now he tells it didn’t take him decades to be ok
And now that I decided to let go of Prince Charming shackles
He has now thrown bait in my river
Stuck on my neck and never ever ready to let go
Stuck am I
Leaving under the umbrella of pretence
And stormy fake happiness
But I just can’t tell
I had a serious crash on this beautiful boy of my friend’s friend
I hunted his attention so much that I could not do anything without thoughts of him.
I forced my way to be a friend and friends’ friend
I managed to be as close to him like his club T he loves to wear always
Finally my dreams became a reality
But he took my professed friendship as a normal cliché
For what reason, I can’t tell but this cliché became an idiom,
Then to a proverb.
Our closeness deceived me to be an interpretation I’ve always had
I itch to ask him the rapport we had which he replied with raised eye brow
Through this I denied a true love which I knew before
I denied a true friend which I knew before
I denied and torn an innocent heart and made it trash
Now he tells it didn’t take him decades to be ok
And now that I decided to let go of Prince Charming shackles
He has now thrown bait in my river
Stuck on my neck and never ever ready to let go
Stuck am I
Leaving under the umbrella of pretence
And stormy fake happiness
But I just can’t tell
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