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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A Thousand Words…#2

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A thousand words I write again,
Not a cacophony of sounds
That may confuse you
But, I write in all sincerity,
Bearing my heart to you now,
“I am an unfinished song,
Push me too hard,
And lose the inspiration
But if you wait, patiently,
Till the end of this song,
You will know, you will understand
The words of my letters,”

A Thousand Words,
Wait.

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It’s Autumn… #2

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This is Manchester, UK on a beautiful Autumn afternoon.

Cars going
Cars coming
Summer is gone
Autumn is come
Spring is gone
Winter is coming
What goes around
Comes around
The tale of the seasons
The lessons of life.

“Be good to those on your way in
You will meet them on your way out”

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It’s Autumn …

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This is Mancheste, UK on one beautiful Autumn afternoon.

Summer has released its hold,
Autumn has the upper hand,
Trees lined up in perfect queue
Like blushing bridesmaids on an aisle,
Autumn leaves everywhere,
In beautiful radiant shades of gold;
At the end of the aisle
A lonely pine tree watches on,
In silent anticipation,
(Apparently, the odd one out!)
“Soon, it will be winter,
My beautiful lights will glow,
And I, will be the center of attention”
It mused with a calm confidence.

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Learner

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Learn
Learn to drive without forcing
Learn to lead without bossing
Learn to give without expecting
Learn to see without judging
Learn to listen without talking
Learn to follow without grumbling
Learn to believe without doubting
Learn to express with sympathy
Learn not to exist, but live
Learn.

And when you have learnt,
Learn to be patient with those who are still learning.

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Build A Fortress

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Build a fortress on Love,
Set the gates on Kindness,
Banish Rancour to exile,
Say to Peace,
Soar free like a dove,
Build the hedges on Faith,
Let Joy light the dark night
And Hope’s beams shine through.

O Brave one,
Wear your locket, a Smile,
Let not self defraud our world.

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Celebrating Mum at 70

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Today I’m not writing a poem, but I’m excited to say-
I celebrate my mum who turned 70yrs this month. Having lost my dad at an early age, she became a single mum and raised us (me and my siblings) to the best of her ability. I want celebrate her humility, her soft spoken nature, her godliness, her prayerfulness, her loveliness, perseverance, etc. As a parent, she mastered the art of been stern and sweet over the years.

Today I celebrate all the mums and dads doing an amazing job for their families, working round the clock trying to secure a future for their family.

Today, I celebrate all the single mums and single dads who are just alone in it all, trying to work out and balance everything all by themselves.

Today I celebrate parenthood, brotherhood, sisterhood.

Today I celebrate family.

Happy 70th Birthday My Dear Mother.

Below are two poems I’ve previously written in honour of my Mum.

My Dearest Mother
How Much Is Your Mother?

What Natural Harmony!

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Snowdonia, Wales

You drew me into you
I’m hypnotised,
And completely swayed;
How beautiful!
How enchanting!
What a magnificent view!
You swept me off my feet,
I succumbed;
Your natural props dipped
In sensory hues;
The sweet scents of fresh green leaves,
Hills so alive with colours,
Such blossoming splendour!
Such natural harmony!
What have you done to me?
You took my breath away!
Immersed in your bosom
I forgot time,
Though I’d say
Every moment was worthwhile,
If only I could take you home,
Nevertheless, on fire you are
Within my heart,
Every second I spent with you
I will treasure always;

But I do wonder,
As you bask in the admiration
Of many tourists and awe-struck admirers,
Will you remember me?

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Run, Little One, Run

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Run.
Neon lights
Teddy bears
Cocktails,
Foreplays,
Run.
Run little one.

Run.
Pretty faces,
Little packages,
Fantasies,
Behind bars,
Run.
Run little one.

Come.
School trips,
Bookshelves,
Degrees,
Case files,
Come.
Come little one.

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Jesus- Our Best Buddy Ever!

What a friend we have in Jesus! All our sins and griefs to bear
What a privilege to carry everything to God in prayer.
Oh, what peace we often forfeit! Oh, what needless pain we bear!
All because we do not carry everything to God in prayer.

Hymn by Joseph M. Scriven

When we think of all the challenges life throws our ways;
When sickness ravages the body that the doctors and physicians are confused;
When the death of a loved one leaves us vulnerable and burdened with pain;
When despite our faith and unending prayers, the matter seems to persist;
When debts and financial crisis attempts to steal our joy;
When at the crossroads of life’s decisions we don’t know what to do;
When we are all alone struggling to keep up and there’s no one who understands; When war and terrorism attempts to bind us with fear;
When the hurt of the past stops us from moving forward;
When life comes to a halt and nothing seems to be working no matter how hard we try;
When we are in dire need of forgiveness and restoration;
When we’ve been lied to, betrayed, despised and forgotten.

In such times, we realise there’s one buddy, one friend we can count on any day, any time, anywhere.
He’s never tired or weary of us, He’s always there in good times, bad times, middle times.
He never fails and we can count on
His unending love,
His redeeming mercy,
His unfailing compassion and
HIS matchless faithfulness
To see us through the times.
No matter how we beat His chest in pain or in anger, He is never broken.
His arms are always there wrapped around us, keeping us safe and secure in Him, comforting and consoling us. And if we wipe our tears and listen closely to His heart, we will hear Him saying,
“Trust Me child, I will never leave you nor forsake you”.

Jesus, the best Buddy we can ever have!

Originally published on 26/05/2016

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