Slotting Boyz2men's "On bended kneels" track whilst I write my sappy-not-so-miserable-that-you-can-see-through-my-act apology.
Words cannot express how much y'all mean to me ( I hope you take it with more than a pinch of salt), I take pride and joy in having you read from me, but things have been going crazy with my new move. I take the blame for not putting up anything. I mean( no poem,piece or just ramblings) for y'all
That has got to be the crappiest apology ever!!
Followership means nothing if you can lead.To live by the words you project, means to live by the rulings of your dictate.How so if the house crumbles and the rubles buries the trace.
I hope that this apology of mine done on bended kneels will be able to convince and not confuse you that I am truly, sincerely, bloggerly sorry for leaving you high and dry.
Tuesday, 28 January 2014
Wednesday, 1 January 2014
First of many firsts
Loose paper all but forgotten
Gathering dust, once-ripe intent gone rotten
Useful only to the rickety table as support
As it crushes the ink that bled to import
The first of many firsts on the white walls
Quit smoking...×
Get my act together..×
Be nice all year round...×
....x
......×
.........×
The list is endless albeit noble
smiling as the clock strikes at the witching hour
is the face of hard pressed knuckle
On the pen about to write once again
A first of many firsts.
Gathering dust, once-ripe intent gone rotten
Useful only to the rickety table as support
As it crushes the ink that bled to import
The first of many firsts on the white walls
Quit smoking...×
Get my act together..×
Be nice all year round...×
....x
......×
.........×
The list is endless albeit noble
smiling as the clock strikes at the witching hour
is the face of hard pressed knuckle
On the pen about to write once again
A first of many firsts.
Haiku.. 2014
I'm starting this year on a good note...my first haiku on the first day of the year (wheels of fortune turning my way already).
If you can hear me....happy new year People!!! Whoop! Whoop!!. Hand-in-hand, this is our year of epic shit (in the voice of my copycoach).
oya read the poem before you run off
Tell tale sign of love
ushering the joy we seek
starting a new life
If you can hear me....happy new year People!!! Whoop! Whoop!!. Hand-in-hand, this is our year of epic shit (in the voice of my copycoach).
oya read the poem before you run off
Tell tale sign of love
ushering the joy we seek
starting a new life
Monday, 30 December 2013
Burden of life
Some place in my part of the world and somewhere in another geographical time zone, "John Doe" and Jane Doe are right now taking stock of their achievements. A roller coaster ride of fleeting thoughts going round in their heads. I certainly don't think anyone is high fiving themselves and I may have said okaygoeasyonyourself if I wasn't doing the same thing
This feeling is usually brought on as the tide turns, the realization that the year is indeed ending.
This feeling is usually brought on as the tide turns, the realization that the year is indeed ending.
Thursday, 19 December 2013
Spoken Words
Do you believe that amidst chaos
If you really listen
You’ll hear the still small voice saying “I am
here"?
Well... ’Do you believe?
Or
Do you lament your fate every time
Wailing and complaining to everyone who cares to
listen
But on the
real though, don’t give a damn
Of the trials and sufferings
Meted to you by your enemies?
Really...Not to sound sarcastic but then again,
I‘m allowed to change my mind.
Even His Son who bore your sin had complaint but
who did he take it to?
Yes...In case you forgot.
God!
HE is the Alpha,
HE is the Omega,
The Beginning,
The End,
The Middle,
The Hereafter,
The Thereafter,
The Comma,
The Full Stop,
Need I go on?
If the weight of the world is on your shoulders,
remember HE is God
Even the president who has to sort the troubles of
160 million people goes to bed
Heavily guarded by armies of soldiers;
What does that tell you?
HE isn’t Omnipresent
HE isn’t Omniscient
As you also go to bed unconscious of the swarm of
angels
Doing battle on your behalf
Only to get up in the morning…rested…or almost
And walk out like you own your body…
Forgetting to say a prayer of thanksgiving
Oh yeah!
I remember, the body that was once a temple
Has become the holy grail of different markings
Some
Scars…that run deep
And on Sunday you go lift up “holy hands”
Oh really...
Those hands that touches filth
Hands that lay calabashes at the T junction.
Laying claims to wealth not labored for
Did you forget…that He Said?
My words will not return to me unfulfilled,
Or that He will not test us beyond our abilities
to withstand
Rather you test His patience.
Pushing the buttons to find how far you can go
Before you turn and say “Save me Jesus, I‘m an
unworthy servant”
Remember he is patient because he always shows
mercy
But he will not wait until… (I’d allow you fill in
the gaps)
So now that you know what you already knew
How about I ask you the question one more time
Do you believe that amidst chaos
If you really listen
You’ll hear the still small voice saying “I am
here?
Wednesday, 18 December 2013
A Drunkard's Tale
With light steps, he swaggers
Grinning with false excitement..
He makes his way towards an unseen path
Heading for destruction or restitution?
Only he can tell.
Whistling, he casts his burden aside
That can wait, for now he is on a high
He makes his way towards the unthreaded path
Heading for scarring or reparation
Only he can tell
Or maybe he can’t tell
Tell... the tale of his ending
As a dirge begins
And cries echoes from lips
While frowns grace the faces of watchers
And silent thoughts that screams “there he goes, with my tips”
From friends who had cheered him on
Now...the dust becomes the revered
Putting a covering to a body so severed
Tuesday, 17 December 2013
The Dance
Success
is a dancer
To
be her partner
You
have to be a willing learner
Who
will invest time in practice
Who
has stories sewn to the fabric
Gut
laced to the soles
Grit…
marking the lines of the face.
Her
dance steps are varied
Thrusting,
turning, twirling… never harried
She
tasks the ability of one to keep up
Here
the trap is laid for one who can’t buck up
Moving
on…she never stops
Taking
on the next ward, waiting to see if he can keep up
For
the reward is only for the indulgent
Who
can master her steps and enjoy the dance
Tuesday, 10 December 2013
Headline Story: How Advertising Changed my life...
We are in the era where trends are changing, people are becoming really addicted to cyberspace and all sort of smart phones that are meant to make life easier:-when a phone can do teleportation, then I'd believe.
it makes us unaware of the surroundings and situations around because we have our heads bent to that small device that has us entranced. it makes us do what it wants at will, when we hear the sound that alerts us of an incoming message, we all but forget what we were about to do and reach for the little devil.
I have been caught in the web and I can say, that I have lived to tell the testimonies. However,this is what advertizing has helped me do
it makes us unaware of the surroundings and situations around because we have our heads bent to that small device that has us entranced. it makes us do what it wants at will, when we hear the sound that alerts us of an incoming message, we all but forget what we were about to do and reach for the little devil.
I have been caught in the web and I can say, that I have lived to tell the testimonies. However,this is what advertizing has helped me do
- Become aware of happenings around me, I take in a whole lot, because right there could be my Eureka moment.
- Broadened my knowledge bank, imagine getting briefs on different brand and lawd have mercy, what this my eyes has seen eh, my small mouth cannot tell.
- Look critically at adverts, looking to find the rationale for the message.
- Going out has suddenly become my forte, though I'm yet to resume my cocktail expedition, but going places has suddenly become my favorite pastime.
- In advertising, you are never judgmental, the lines between good and evil blurs and at some point intertwined.
- Find all the sides there are to me, and what shocking revelations I have made.
- Not shocked when I find people acting weird, because in advertizing, there are really crazy people.
- Sometimes, all I do is doodle, doodle and scribble..like Kenny says" never let the white bull be the boss"
Friday, 29 November 2013
SSSSssshhhhhhHHHHH...
I had a reality check today.For an hour, my head was held down inside a tub filled with ice cubes and when I came up for air, I saw the world differently. we talk complain about everything, I mean errrthang. but does complaining solve anything? yes that's right. lemme share with you the cold and hard fact about the word.
Wednesday, 27 November 2013
Holiday is coming!!!
Holiday is coming
No more morning alarms
No more traffic build up
Goodbye colleagues,Goodbye clients
I am going to spend my jolly Holiday.
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