Never Judge a Person…

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She walked into room in a grand gait
And all eyes turned…
Her eyes drew you in like quicksand
Her eyelashes fluttered like fairies’ wings
Her lips glowed hot with crimson
Her skin was smooth like Shea butter
Her hair curled like lazy metal springs
Her slender hands crowned with a well manicured nails
Her figure beautifully shaped like the goddess of beauty
Then she sat down, next to me!
What a ravishing lush view!
I was uneasy with excitement!
I was completely taken in!
I’m not a ladies’ man but,
I am a man who loves style
I thought up a line about the weather
(That one always works with the ladies)
I opened up a converse
I smiled genuinely … or sheepishly?
I introduced myself
Then,
She opened her mouth-
A potpourri of curses and swear words!
She spewed them out without care or restraint!
She had so much going on inside!
And pop! My bubbly bubble popped!
I looked down at her with my self-righteousness
Suddenly, she broke down in tears
My heart melted with pity and compassion…
I learned an important lesson that day-
Never judge a person by the look of their face

Daily Prompt: Lush

“There is no art to find the mind’s construction in the face. -“William Shakespeare (Macbeth)

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Originally published in February 2017

Rise From The Sludge

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Mistakes and mishaps
Mud and muck
Rise from the sludge
Rinse with bleach
Seek your star
Follow your heart
Ride off in the sunset
Leaving the past behind
Fortune and goodwill
Follows the brave

“If all men stopped because they failed
Mankind would still be stuck in the Medieval”

Dream. Desire. Achieve

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Out From The Miry Clay

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Out from the miry clay
Love drew me out
Out from the depths of sin
Grace plucked me out
Out from the darkness
Perfect light shined
Beauty beyond belief
Mercy beyond my mistakes
Out from the sludge
Life called me back
To life

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15th January, 1995

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Beside the beautiful lake they sat,
Absorbed in the serene scenery
Her smiles, her face, how angelic;
How lucky, no, how blessed he is,
Cupid’s finest princess
Came knocking on his door;
She was well-suited for him,
They were evenly-matched,
In comparison to her,
The prettiest are droll;
What a perfect complement she is,
Yes, perfect sums her up very well.

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18th June, 1994, 22nd October, 1994

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Be There For Her

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Have a sip of her tears
Taste her pain
Touch her trembling hands
Feel her tremor
Spread your wings around her
Help her keep still

She’s lost in the pain
Her heart in the deep
Though she responds not
Stay there, be there for her
Surprise her, do something,
Something endearing or noisy
Like a noisy honk honk

Do everything you can
Let her know that
When she’s ready to talk
When she’s ready to let go
That someone cares
That you care

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Black is Beautiful

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I am black
I am African
I am dark
I am beautiful

I have brown eyes
I have flat noes
My voice is deep
My hair is kinky

I want to be loved
I know what hate is
I also have emotions
I also can get hurt
I am part of humanity
I am part of us

Sometimes it seems
I am an endangered specie
Sometimes I am made to think
The best is not for me
Sometimes it seems
My name is a repellent
Sometimes I’m made to believe
My colour is on a wanted list

We are black
We are African
We are dark
We are beautiful

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Tears From Yesterday

 

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Sometimes,
Tears from Yesterday
Blind her vision
Sometimes,
She fights back
And they retreat
Sometimes,
She gives up
And they return
She’s no novice to pain
But, she’s an expert
Who has learnt to believe
In Tomorrow
Because, she’s alive
And has found Love
Today

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Hearts of Gold

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Good intentions
When not backed up by action
Does no good

Good intentions
They are good in themselves
But not just enough

Good intentions
When complemented with requisite action
Resonates more in people’s hearts

Good intentions
Good actions
Always effect great changes

People, posterity and generations unborn
Will judge our actions, not our intentions
No matter how noble.

You may have a heart of gold,
But, so does a hard boiled egg.

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Hurray!!!🎉🎉🎉 This is my 500th post on WordPress!

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No Proxy For Growth

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To grow up-
An irrevocable mandate
From the universe!

Grow your mind
Grow your attitude
Grow your gratitude
Grow your kind

Grow your courage
Grow your visions
Grow your ambitions
Grow your knowledge

Nature affords us
No substitute for maturity
Nor any proxy for growth

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Meet and Greet: 11/3/17

Dream Big, Dream Often

 

It’s the Meet and Greet weekend everyone!!  Strap on your party shoes and join the fun!  

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  1. Leave a link to your page or post in the comments of this post.
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Two Ears

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Tensions rose high
Angry voices threatened each other
Family feuds that simmered for decades
Raged more than a volcanic eruption
The mirage of peace became a reality
And all hell broke loose…
All these could have been avoided
If only opinions were not brushed aside
If only words were not ignored
If only people were not taken for granted
If only people listened more than they talked

Simmer

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Lady in Red

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Mysterious maid,
Lady in red,
Where are you?
Where are you hiding?
Hide not your heart,
Run not from this fight,
Why the sadness?
Why the tears?
Speak now, lady,
Weep not,
Fear not.

“A problem shared,
Is half solved”

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In Love With… Words

 

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Looking back, I realise that somehow my preference, natural inclination and love for certain subjects was preparing me towards writing.

In secondary school, I loved English language. I made more effort to pass my English than my mathematics, and somehow I found it easier and more fun. I remember standing in front of my mum’s full size mirror, reading my scribbles or “lecture notes” as I used to call them, pretending to be some dignitary at a very important function, wowing the audience with my exceptional English. 😀😀Even up till now, I still love English language, both spoken and written.
Although English is not my first language, when I hear someone speak a terrible bad English or another making murderous grammatical errors, it drives me insane honestly. I can’t stand bad English. My love for this language is such that either you speak it well or not at all. But then, I’ve relaxed a bit because nobody including me, is perfect, except the Queen perhaps.

Another subject I loved extremely and passionately was literature. Oh, how I loved, memorised, and soliloquised those wonderfully phrased words and sentences especially in poetry and drama. I always gulped them down like a thirsty fish out of water. In school, we read Macbeth, 12th Night, Merchant of Venice, Things Fall Apart, Oliver Twist, Trials of Brother Jero, Great Expectations and a lot more I’ve forgotten. We studied a lot of poems by Christopher Okigbo, Wole Soyinka, and many others. I loved and loved reading many of these poems. In my GCSE I had an A in literature. Literature was like my Walls vanilla ice cream. It never bored me.

Then as a student, during the holidays, I was always indoors, either in our church library or curled up at home reading some novel. I read a lot of James Hardley Chase, Grace Livingston Hills, John Grisham, etc. I read all the readable fiction and Christian novels in our church library then. For some reason, I never read Mills and Boon. I tried it once but didn’t finish it. It was all too girly and very predictable.

On the contrary, I do find mathematics and calculations quite an unwarranted headache. And to think that at some point in my life I wanted to be an accountant… Phew!! What was I thinking?? I’m glad I listened to myself, discovered what I was good at and hence ended up studying law.

Looking back, I’ve come to realise I always preferred words to calculations. It’s no secret, I am in love with words.

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My Mother’s Gele

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My African scarf,
My mother’s “gele,”

Made in various hues,
Red, orange or blue,

Firmly wrapped,
Round and round
Until firm and still,

It’s not a beret,
It’s not for a ballet,

A special scarf it is,
Patterned, indigenous indeed,
Intentionally large and colourful,
Bold, trendy and beautiful,

My culture
My heritage
My Africa

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Lost & Found

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Crouched at the altar, tears of profound joy streamed down her cheeks. Surreal emotions coursed through her veins. Folded in her sweaty hands was her little brother’s picture.

He went missing during the war. She never stopped praying. She never stopped believing. She never stopped hoping.

In gratitude she looked up and whispered in a husky tired voice, “Thank You, Father, we have found him, alive.”

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An Unfinished Story, I Am

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An unfinished story,
I am,

Musings deep
Yet unexpressed,
Thoughts on life,
Yet unwritten,
Identity,
Unidentified, I am

Passion, hunger,
to be

A great story
A life changing tale
An indelible identity
For many others
Coming behind me

This is my Dream
This is my Desire
This I will Achieve

Placed on my shoulders
A great obligation
To live fully this life
To finish my race
To write my story well

We are unfinished stories
Written everyday
Stories to be retold
By generations unborn
When our final chapters
We would have penned down
With a final full stop.

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