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Michael Madukairo Poem
I miss you my Prince
My Prince...
When will you come home again?
When will you knock at my door again?
When will you sit beside me again?
when will you whisper your loving words to me again?
When will you laugh with me again?
When will you come back to be in my hands?
When will you take me out in your hands?
When will you tease me all day long?
When will you taste of my lips again?
When will you hold me closer against your chest?
When will you make me feel as tender as your pet?
When will you make me feel as romantic as your partner?
When will you make me feel so strong and alive?
When will you tell me I am for you f-o-r-e-v-e-r?
When will I know that your absence is not f-o-r-e-v-e-r?
I cannot wait for so long and not to see you.
since i can see my reflection in you-you are my mirror
My promise... My Prince...is that...
i will give you myself, the way i desire you
and i will seek to explore you the way you desire me
and you and i, will come to that point where we see God
I desire to hear you say, ‘I have a place in your heart’?
As I whisper back to you that, ‘you are my lord and my king’?
Since…
Each time I kiss your lips I feel delighted
Each time I look into your eyes I feel united
Each time I think about you I feel committed
Each time I am closed to you I feel attracted
Each time I am around you I feel supported
Each time we sit to talk about our love I feel excited
Each time we sit to plan our future I feel devoted
Each time you touch me I feel cared for and loved
Each time you hold me I feel secured
Each time you touch me I feel charmed
Each time you smile at me I feel at peace and relaxed
Each time we walk side by side I feel protected
Each time I am with you I feel fulfilled
Each time I think of my love for you I feel captivated
Each time you talk to me I feel connected and aligned
And each time I miss you I know I am bonded with you
Since you are the bone of my bone and the flesh of my flesh
And in your love for me I am joined with you soulfully
and in my love for you, you are joined with me heartily
Sincerely, I miss you...I miss you
My Prince… I miss you.
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It's all about Y.O.U……..
I want to know you as you
To just be with you as you grow and mature
Into what you have chosen to become
since Y.O.U are responsible for your choices
I don’t want to think of you from distance
I want to feel you and touch you as I embrace you
And not the way I am thinking of you now
But feeling you the way you are feeling now
Not the way people told me about you
But the way you want to tell me about you
And the way you will not tell me about you
And the way you will want to let me know more about you
That will be revealing in your attitudes and deeds
moment by moment
I want to be with you in your thoughts
To feel your conflicting pains just as you feel it, now
And not the way I thought you are feeling it, now
Or the way people tell me you always feel it
Since I am aware that we have different experiences
At moment I am aware about my secret pains
So I am aware that you also have yours
Except you willingly choose to reveal them to me
there is no way i can know them
i am neither a wizard nor a witch
Since I am interested about how you feel
there will be time I'll not feel your pain
the way you will want me to feel it
please just bear with me
I want to learn how to be with you in your soul
Since what makes you up is the soul
you are connected to in your past
I know you have friends who are special to you
And at the same time related to you
I don’t want to break you away just like that from them
Since before I met you, you have other friend’s
You have shared with others and learn from others
So it’s not just an overnight adventure
To know you as you are,
I know you’ll keep unfolding
Even if we get attracted and connected to each other
As you unveil your self gradually as it pleases God and you
so let me know when to give my token of love
So that I can give a helping hand to you
So that I can give my breath and consent when you need it
So that I can give you your corresponding thoughts
Even though contrary and contradicting your expectation
so that we can share with each other our fears and doubts
And also share with each other our dreams and passion
It's all about Y.O.U.
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PARENTING
We desire your prayer, a responsive heart and a gentle touch as Parent
We long after your attention, your affection and acceptance of our Attitude
We wish you accept our childlikeness and encourage us by Reciprocating
We need you to appreciate our looks and applaud our skills by Education
We want your time and your play time, a way of caring and Nurturing
We feel like holding you, loving you, trusting you and you Talking
We crave for your friendship as your presence is an Inspiration
We believe you will be there for us and help us identify our Needs
As we learn to love you and as you learn to trust us Genuinely
CHILDHOOD
Provide for him your compassionate heart and your Care
Give him a hand and a brighter tomorrow with Hope
Be interested in his intentions and seek his Interests
Teach him to love himself and respect others Love
Let him be diligent with his skills and talents as he Develops
Encourage him to believe in his hand work and be Humble
Allow him to strive for the best at every Opportunity
Help him to accept his person and assist him to be Original
Everything he perceive and sense let it be the basis of his Development
TEENAGER
Let him be taught and be trained to be Trustworthy
Let him have expectation and provide for him an Education
Let him be exposed to positive values within his Environment
Build him to become a teen in deed as he solves others Needs
Let him aspire and set goals and guide him to Achieve it
Become his friend since he need you as a Guardian angel
Let him experience your love like never before so that he will Express it
Let him know he have choice to everything and a Right to choose
ADOLESCENCE
There is a stage in human development termed Adolescence
The phase of life when teens make critical decision we call Destiny
A period of discovery and the realization of individual Originality
A time when teens should learn to listen and love Life
A season of acquiring social skills and of seeking knowledge and Education
An era of great creative opportunity and interpersonal and relational Synergy
An age of learning effective communication skill and acquiring an attitude of Care
An episode in human lifespan and a time of great enthusiasm and Exploration
A period when teens learn how to be independent and responsible for their Needs
A time when teens remember God with their heart and follow their Conscience
A time teens sow and experience the manifestation of their great Expectation
A Child's Desire
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Don’t wait for Mr. Right
Before you say “I do”
Be the Mrs. Right, don't wait for Mr. Right
Think deeply and search through your heart
if you're the type of woman who can manage her home
if you're the type of woman who can handle her man’s emotion
if you're are not that type of lady who thinks marriage is
Only for child bearing and for a kitchen-house wife
Hope you are not the kind of lady who has no vision
For the kind of man she wanted and lack wisdom on how to treat men
Hope you are not the kind of lady who desire to use men as hand-bag
And forget that they may in-turn use her as a punching bag
Hope you are not the nagging type of a woman
Who her husband prefers outdoor activity than sitting by her
Or the one her husband prefer to see empty bottles than seeing her face
talk-less of listen to her ungrateful wish
Who only complain about what her husband did not do
But fail to commend on what he had done when she least expected
Who compare her husband with the neighbor’s man?
And who always compete with her man in different regard
Hope you are not the unfaithful and faithless of all women
Who is unstable in her matrimonial home
Who is not ready to stand in when things are tough and rough?
Hope you are not the kind of lady who is addicted to party
And will abandon her spouse and children at home without trace
Hope you are not that lady who snub men that come her way
Instead of listen to their talk, she is busy thinking about their purse
Hope you are not that kind of lady who her thought is in what she can get
From every men and not in what she could give to each man who are in need
And you are not that lady who snub men she think are not well-to-do
And you are not that kind of a woman who her greed for pleasure
Allows her date only those well-to-do men because of her belly
Hope you are not that kind of lady who looks down on potential men
Who make jest of men struggling on their path to rise to prominence?
Or that kind of lady who is not prepared to assist her man when there is need
But in vain waiting for those she thinks are rich and loaded with money
And you are not that type of girl who is waiting for the ready made men
Those that have built their empire without the help of any woman
But need a woman as a house wife and not a career woman.
So before you say i do
Make sure you are the Mrs. Right
And be aware of your flaws
And don't expect any Mr. Perfect
Since he’ll not come by anyway
So think deeply before you say Yes I do
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Antonnia...wise up
As God will not stop chasing you
So, Man will not stop chasing you
since she came out from him…
Now in chasing you
he uses different styles and approach
to entice YOU
By nature he is more stimulated by sight
And what he sights inspire his taste and haste
Since by nature he is the chaser
They are the hunter, they are teasers
They are the preacher, they are the toaster
They are the beholder of what is beautiful
as we all echo...beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
And he cannot stop talking about you
until he get hold of you
And he cannot stop his chase
until he get what he want
Just a response with a nod
just a smile with a yes
then a contact exchange
that's an answer for him
then he find ways to reach you
And when he get to convince you
And your conservation is cordial as he plans
if he makes a move to touch you and you accept
If you do not stop them from necking and petting
Since you are all he desire and admire
Since at your sight his urge rants to its edge
Since his intention is to quench his curiosity
he won't stop until
he sweet-talk you into his thoughts
at moment he would afford all is needed
to get what he want from you…
How would you know the one that’s real?
he tells you at the point of approaching you
That you are so beautiful with your sexy body
Since all he desire is that you should accept him
Since ladies desire to hear such sweet words
Don’t deceive your self
and don’t pretend of who you are not
because you might fall into the hands of those men in your pretense
he tells you I love you, in deed few do
In return he tell you
If you love me, you’ll let me in
Just tell such guy
if he does love you he won’t ask for it
And if he loves you he will wait for it
But when he just gets what he wants from you
What proof will you have that he loves you
When it is all over with you
since you have satisfied his urge
more likely his performance anxiety is tested
even when you deny his advances take note
with the approach he'll use
he'll ask you…Are you the only saint?
he'll ask you are you a kid
he'll tell you others are doing it
tell him your name is not others
Since most of him believe that every woman are fun seekers
Don’t be confused stand on what you believe to the end
Since there is nothing you are missing
even if he say you are missing a lot
Because those who had falling for such trap
Are missing the joy of knowing that
your virginity is your dignity
Antonnia...wise up
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My intimate stranger
Why are we so far away from each others thoughts?
And we are not so thoughtful to each others needs
And we live under the same roof on the same bed
But our minds are miles apart at dead end
Withdrawn to each others shell
Why are we physically present to each others demand?
But emotionally absent to fulfill each others needs
Why are we so indifference towards each other without regard?
And we spit evil and contentious feelings in disregard
When did we got to this point of madness
How are we so blind to our state of foolishness?
Why do we choose this attitude of thoughtlessness?
Against each other...this is our selfishness
Why all this bitterness and rudeness
See how we spit word of unkindness
To each other lately….but
Before we said “Yes I do” it was not like these?
Since we said, “Yes, I do”; where is our truthfulness
Our openness that bond us to make us say “Yes I do”
It’s trashed under the carpet of marital pressure
Where is our fairness and faithfulness?
Where is our openness and joyfulness?
Where is our frankness
We have denied each others closeness and nearness
With our attitudes and unkind words
Forgetting to adore each others physical presence and beauty
But remembering to abuse each others mistakes at will
How did we opted for faithlessness
What has deprived us of our goodness and kindness?
We need help so we can be relieved from this madness
see as we keep bitterness where love and peace dwells
As we carry on with malice and grudges against each other
Who will deliver us from this madness and sulkiness?
I wish we were friends as we were before we got married
As we were lost in each others arm thinking of nothing else
As our heart pounds day and night towards each other
I wish we can come back to that state of intimacy
So that we could share our thoughts without conspiracy
I wish we can be passionate to each other
As we were the talk of the town
I wish we can be open in our conversation again
As we were once vulnerable and generous to one another
As we were so close to each other
As we confide in one another
As we forgive each others mistakes
As we share each others feelings
As we give each other the space to express is emotion
As we respect one another
This convinced us, to walk to the priest
To be joined as ‘one body and one soul’ and say, “Yes; I do”.
all these i desire to explore in you
My intimate stranger
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Unwelcome visitor
Unwelcome visitor
Why are you so fond of visiting?
Without invitation
At the zenith of celebration
Where everyone are in jubilation
You appear from nowhere and
Disrupt the joyful occasion in the heart of men
You left them stranded and confused
Why are you so merciless?
Why do you choose to hurt men?
At the point of merriment
As you shatter peoples hope
What joy is that to you?
Simply snatching away their joy
Indeed at the mention of your name
People speak in tongues
Never to encounter you
Never to experience you
They pray and fast for days
Yet so invisible you are that
We all dine with you together
And smile with you when you appear
How you appear on the scene
Nobody could fathom it
Those you use to accomplish your mission
Nobody could say it’s by their will
All we say is; it's a mistake
What we say is, it's the work of the devil
Yet you perfect your assignment
And left us to mourn in loss of our loved ones
You are a messenger so we are
But your kind of message alone brings fear and worry
Which makes people run helter-skelter to fulfill destiny
Please allow me to tell my family how much i love them
Permit me to share my love with my friends
Let me make enough money to feed them
Let me share my love to those i will naturally meet
And those that will come my way by choice
Hmm...
It was like yesterday I lost my dad in your hands
It was like yesterday you find my mum in your bosom
What a painful experience, I didn't bid him with my love
What a trauma...I was not by her when you came calling
I would have wrestle till i breathe no more
And be the sacrificial lamb...instead of my dad and mum
I would have also bargained with God
As king Hezekiah bargained with God for more 15 years
You never smiled on your mission
You are so brutal as you attain them
You don't even care about people's feelings
Before we realize your presence
You have done the havoc
Using different strategies to achieve your aim
You are master of strategies
If you will advertise to train people on strategic thinking
I will enroll under your tutorship
You use human omission and commission
You utilize the careless situation of individuals
We call it accident
Others kill their selves
We call it suicide
We always have a name
To give to a particular havoc you carried out through us
Since nobody knows
When he'll die or who's next
Or who'll kill him
Where he'll die
Or why he must die at that time
How he'll die
Or what kind of death'll he visit
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Speechless love
She did not tell me she is in love, he said
Until he left her...for a lady that admires him
He did not admire her beauties in her presence, she said
If he had done that she would have accepted his offer, she said
Yet he is speechless but his heart speaks
She is in love with him in his absence
She could do anything at his absence
But so muted when she is in his presence
Now what is the essence?
Of their speechless love
He adores her beauty in her absence
And brags about her before his friends
But before her he is tongued-tie
Unable to utter his feelings for her
He is mixed about this feeling
And in her soul there is conflict
As she makes an attempt to speak
She face the panel before her friends
She never want them to know how much she is in love
Since they feel being in love with a guy
Without the guy first impression
Means she is a cheap
Now how'll she handle her emotion not to crumble?
Because she may fumble
How can she be humble?
Before him and could share those bubbles with him
She needs an answer...
Not from her friends
Since they'll label her a fool-for-love
He is out there hungry without appetite
What he only longs for is to see her face
And when he set his eyes on her
He is filled for the day
And just today...she is thinking about him
But so conformed to what people'll say
He is so devastated about his love for her
Who will help him...?
Since he can't trust any of his friends
This is not the first time his friend had betrayed him
Now down by a cross-road...he pondered what to do
Will she be approachable, he questioned
If she could listen to his heart cry, he feels
If she would come alone, he thought
If he can tell her, how he love her; he breathe
If he can touch her and kiss her, he reasoned
If he could be bold to gaze into his eyes, he pondered
She pondered, how she wish he would notice her
And he will walk up to her...and she will accept his offer
She fumes, oh why can't she walk up to him and share her feelings
With him...but so speechless to answer that...
He thinks he love her
She feels she admires him
And their friends are not helping matters
How will you help them to get over their feelings?
And reach out to each other
Few days later...
She accepted a guy who share his admiration for her
And he accepted a girl who shows her admiration for him
Yet they are still there gazing at each other...
As tears drip down their faces...just speechless
Without a word....just speechless
But their hearts speak
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five minutes madness
In every man lies this type of madness
In fact there is this five minutes madness
In each of us, we act it deliberately, a times unintentional
Our madness may be in the way we talk
Others madness may be in the way they think
Others madness may be the way they behave
Others their pride, ego and ignorance
Others because of what they think they have as possession
Others because of their money, machines and material gains
Our madness comes in different packages and sizes
Some are keeping malice in the heart where love dwells
What does it take to say please
I am sorry
it’s my fault
forgive me
Some are so selfish that they do not share their love with neighbor
Some give excuses and shift blames instead of being responsible
Some are thinking highly of their self over others
Some madness is as a result of comparison and competition
Some madness arises because of bitterness and better than syndrome
Some are jealous instead of rejoicing with those celebrating
Our madness puts on different kind of appearances
They are created through our feelings
They are nurtured through our thoughts
They take up strength through our breathe
They become real through the desire of our mind
As they manifest through our words and action
And they are evidence through our demonstrations
We can put an end to it…
If we can condone each others attitude
If we could love each other without any string attachment
If we could accept each other without exception
If we could tolerate our differences
If we could celebrate our uniqueness
If we could forgive each others wrong and mistakes
If we could let our past be buried without giving it another life
If we could be open to each others opinion
If we could be much more sensitive
since it reflects in…
The love you did not share;
the song you did not sing
The music you did not write,
the poem you did not compose
the decision you did not take
Your ideas you did not share
Your attitude that does not care,
your mind that is far away from others
Your human rights you did not exercise
The guilty you give freedom
The stranger you did not smile to; the neighbor you disregard is opinion
The infant you did not welcome with joy, the aged you did not support
The teen you did not share your time with, the youth you did not encourage
Your wife you did not love, your husband you did not respect
Let’s build a new loving society and a participating citizen…..
By eradicating this madness in our society
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What went wrong 2
Do you know why most men get married?
They get married
Not because of the companionate friendship with her
Nor of the love affection or conviction for her
Nor the intimate connection of submissiveness to each other
But it is with the intention to have a male child
As patriarchal superiority is evident in every culture
Most culture denied her of her self-dignity
Her self-worth was valued at a price
She was told she doesn’t have a voice or a choice
She was told to be blindly submissive to the male
She was labeled with many names
She been called a witch to be burned…a bitch to be messed
Culture has many names for her
She is the one who is possessed with demons
She is the virgin to be used as sacrifice to man-made-gods
She is betrothed from childbirth to a man without her consent
Since she cannot choose her lover…she is helplessly in love
Or to a wealthy family friend’s male child…or an old rich male
For repayment of debt…or in exchange of goods and services
Or used as a bait to build formidable alliance out of selfish interest
Since the female child is seen as a second class citizen
So the wife soul is enslaved in such reality
To produce a male child at all cost as if she's the giver of Child
As she seek for a male child through the darkest night
Always praying to God the giver and hoping for light
As pressure surrounds the place of labor
And she prays to her god to die if she gave birth
To a second-class citizen such as she is
And at most times she is abandoned
When he learns it was she again
Other times she commits suicide to elope this shameful world
Until he stops the discrimination and forceful domination
Until he accepts each sex as gift from God
And identify with the strength the female possess
To support him with her independent choices
If he does not identify with his own fault and accept her flaws
And recognize that better than syndrome is a deception
Since nobody is good or perfect except God
That love is the ability to accept her weakness
And without her given the same platform to develop as the male
Without her functioning according to how she was designed by the Creator
To co-exist in family life…public life…business life
Without her coming to his rescue…and free him from his stereotyped burdens
Without accepting that he can not achieve it but needs her
He will forever despise the precious gift that is for him to explore
Without been able to love her unconditionally and endlessly
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