Just Maybe

Watching  the movie "curious case of Benjamin Butler"  on tv  and the part that I adore the most is where they played back scenes leading to the accident of his babe; the dancer, Just maybe if the cab man hadn't stopped for coffee, just maybe the lady hadn't forgotten her coat, just maybe the shop attendant hadn't forgotten to pack the lady's order, maybe his babe would have been the successful dancer she always wanted instead of opening a dance studio to teach kids how to dance.

Just maybe

Love Struck...Part 2

You ever think there would be repercussion for actions spurred by just reading an inspiring word or quote?. Sarah was compelled to follow the handsome stranger Richard she met at the bus stop just by these simple words- Cease today for tomorrow is uncertain...I'd let you get right into it, if you haven't read the first part, please go find it.

Is Silence Golden?

However catchy this phrase is, it sometimes is the death of many people. You tend to be overly cautious, saying to yourself "I don't want to step on toes". Please the other name for you is Kiss ass... (My singular opinion).

The internet age as my neighbor refers to the time we are in- where news can be read without paying a dime (well, you pay for the data service) has given most the power to be abusive,cynical and full of s*** in their comments on issues. Nigerians will only be what they are: Nigerians.

Love struck..part 1

If you have been in Sarah ( the character in this story series) shoe's, you would relate pretty well.so lean forward towards your computer screen, mobile phone screen and enjoy!!! hehehe

My Story...

I am ready to fulfill the promise of sharing what I have been up to. writing isn't as easy as I thought, the knowledge of how to write from the FPV( first point of view or POV as it is called was insightful. so please read and let me have your thoughts; Stay or Delete?

Bloggers= "Exaggerators" or "Exasperators"

I have been off the radar for sometime and sincerely apologise. I have been up to no good. Okay! Okay!, something is brewing(that's all I would say).in the meantime. I'd tell you the other stuff, I have been up to.
Remember my bucket list? I swear I haven't ticked some of the "to-do's" and currently doing that. Not to worry, I'd share all the deets pretty soon.(Don't blame me, suspense is my middle name).

Now, on to some serious talk

Pig Circus

Being escorted into a room
Should make anyone feel important            
           Not this time.
Being the only one dressed in bright colors
Should make heads turn
And cause tongues to wag           
           This I got right.
Adorned with metal bracelet around my wrist
Basking in the unwanted attention
Hold On!
There is something I failed to mention.
This is my trial
To be convicted for something trivial
Now, I await the verdict
My plea of NOT GUILTY!
None would credit
So though I wait
I know which way it will go
Spectators...watching
Shouldn't I put on a good show on the outside
Whilst  my heart race for what is coming on the inside

Blissful Ignorance

The kettle on the stove starts to whistle
Belting out sounds like a jingle
While  we lay sprawled on the kitchen floor
It's shrill call, we blissfully ignore

Under the Mango tree

Under the mango tree

Here the kids are wild and free

Without care or worry

Aiming at the fruits with intensity, never weary


 Under the Mango tree

The adults gather the children

Ready to share stories that were passed on

Some scary, some cheery


In the cover of dark

The sound of  a dog’s bark

Is lost in the embrace of lovers

Cocooned and sheltered under the mango tree

Vanity

Oh look, I'm the most beautiful
Not a spot or a mole
Perfect shape, figure and face
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who Is the fairest of them all
Wait..I see a pimple
Oh no, a wrinkle
My hair is gray
My body looks frail
Oh yes, that what you are going to look like
Maybe if you live till you are old
I'm only telling what I was told
And this you should know
Vanity upon vanity
All is vanity.

Hey there..I'm the richest
Every body knows my name
Donald Trump has no game
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the richest of them all
Wait...can see my stock crumbling
The recession is hitting
Oh no...The flood..my buildings
Oh yes, that's how you would feel
When the chips are down
Helpless like the king who lost his crown
I'm only telling what I was told
And this you should know
Vanity upon vanity
All is vanity

Life is a passing shadow

"Vanity upon vanity, the preacher say...All is vanity".These were the words from the first reading of today. I'm a Catholic..that's if you haven't already figured out. The gospel reading  went further to give credence to the above saying with the story of the Rich fool.
This wise man thought he had it all...so he said to himself; be happy and merry for you have  food to last you for ever. How naive could he be? that very day, his soul was demanded of him.

Please don't cry

Baby steps..he learns to walk again 

Slurred speech...he learns to talk again 

Hands immobile...he learns to move this fingers again

 I see you when you think I ain't looking

 Un shed tears cloud your eyes 

Angry at what you are now 

I wish I were a clown 

Laughter once forgotten will be found 

But I would be the daughter instead

 And tell you what I see ahead 

I see you as you were...nothing can replace that 

Even the stroke you suffer won't erase that 

 I cry for the pains you feel 

But I  know that with love, you will heal

So wipe your weeping eyes dad

Cos I see through your facade

Just trust and know we will triumph

Over this horrible uninvited guest. 

Questions

Little Red Riding Hood
Didn't your mama warn you about the wolf
I ain't the man for a girl like you
Run little girl run...lest my horrid nature shines true

Your eyes like rays of light to my dead soul
One touch from you and I'll lose control
If I had a heart, at your feet I'd gladly surrender
Can I hold out? Will I make you my supper?

 Questions...and I have no answers

Her home is a prison

The break of dawn brings renewed hope

Oh !this day will be the last… today the die will be cast

What will be the reward…? The hand of God or the devil’s fork

For her home is a prison

No more she reasons

Many-a-night praying the children wouldn’t listen

But a locked door is a wall to those who have no key

Many-a-night her voice sweet and clear as a banshee's

Shattering the illusion of the perfect picture on the night stand

Gorged and gagged as the prisoner she so claims

Now she hopes to do more harm than maim

For death is a wife to a man whose heart is in chains

A Second....is all I need

Days...
          Too far to tell you how much I yearn

Hours...

           Too late for feelings that would show how my heart flutter

Minutes...

           Too long for thoughts that I cannot wait to utter

                                 All I need is....
  A Second

The Pitch Contest

I had turn this entry in for a contest, we were to write on why "we should be the chosen one", I made mine out to be a story, though i submitted a shorter version than the writing below. so lean forward towards your screen and use the comment box below to put down those thoughts when you are done.

Time....

Watching the waves gather momentum 

Whilst the sun runs for cover

I sit in a corner

Taking stock of my life

Reeling under the stench of rot I see inside

I wanna puke

This whole time....this was all it took.

Time.

This was what I never had yet all I need

Friends I never saw, I was an outlaw

Rode high and stood tall.... now I feel small

Chalked everything up to success

Just so I could impress....yes, impress

Time

Tick-Tock...It mocks

Yes it does..only now, I know it's a foe

As I lay my  head on the rock

Surrendering myself to its claws

The waves trash in unison

Washing unto the shore all its treasures

Whilst I purge myself of all earthly pleasures

Given equal measures

Tick- Tock-Tick-Tock

Time was all I never had yet all I need
Too late....yes, too late I agree