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MY VALENTINE RITUALS
A day set aside
Only for love to tangle
A day where gifts are exchanged
All in the name of love
A day where love is confessed willingly
A day that increases birth rate
A day where lies reign supreme
A day where truth are rarely spoken
How many valentine dates have you this year?
I remember those yesteryears where I count
In double figures my valentine dates
Lies in all its shades comes into play
Deceit in all its forms void my thought
My specs & species are divided into three folds
Classified in order of priority
Some plays in the league of Pre-Valentine
Such are told the lies of my travelling
Before and on the valentine day
With pomp, pageantry on red roses
They celebrate their valentine with me
A day or two days before valentine
For the fortunate lady set aside to play
On the special day of Valentine
She still do not have the luxury
Of monopolizing the day to herself alone
My Valentine day is broken into three
The ones that will dine with the King
During Breakfast, others during Lunch
And the last set are the ones for Dinner
Oh, I see you sigh for me!
Sexual intercourse is not a key element
The day is of love
I share mine amongst three or four ladies
Stop!!! don't judge me yet
I am not the ladies man
I am just the man that ladies love to hate
The last fold are the players of Post-Valentine
Those that basks in the basket of lies
That I travelled on Valentine day
Those here are not of after thought
They are fed with lies of my travelling
For one occasion or the other
Even weeks before Valentine
It was primarily my University days
Where I stayed in two campus hostels
And two off campus hostels
These hostels are abattoirs for the butchers
We are the butchers... King of the jungle
A Don at my own game
AST-
3.35am-
@still at home in Berger, Lagos.
12th April, 2015
Christmas
A zure Sky rejoiced and glanced on Green Earth.
B ethlehem Star glistened, glittered on Jesus’s birth.
C hristmas roses are exchanged in spirit of fraternity.
D ecoration of baskets with Poinsettia as symbol of purity.
E nchanting Christmas Eve expresses warm wishes
F low of fantastic gifts follows with flower -posies.
G reat grand grandeur Christmas is almost global.
H osts hostesses and gay guests honor holy festival.
I vory white bark of birch gleam and brightly glow.
J ingle bells with lemon fragrance nod heads to and fro.
K indle candle, knell before Jesus cutting ego with knife.
L ove for all is his greatest message to carry through life.
M arvellous mock rush erects spikes in pompous look.
N ice carols soothed heart and the core of soul shook.
O verwhelming occasion of Christmas can oust envy and quarrel
P ope or pagan, pretty or parlous to be greeted in general.
Q uench your thirst in Holy water, confess your sin.
R egrets, repents on tears will make heart pure and clean.
S plendid snowflakes without murmur grow in shy glaze.
T ender snowdrops hide behind thick the boxwood hedge.
U niversal goes the celebration on Christmas.
V ast spectacular gorgeous glorious glamorous
W inter berry spray lipsticks of red blossoms to gloss
X' mas tree is free to hold abundant gifts from Santa Claus.
Y earning for love yields love to make warm wish
Z est and zeal zing in zone of throbbing heart relish.
! lock ! bloody murder
! me ! for sale / every picture with her face was
! up ! lost, almost as if she never
existed. tomorrow's possibilities -- give hint what will
crystal ball : happen?
: explosion. / weary & numb the legs buckle,
suddenly acknowledging the science of gravitational pull-
being so used to boundariless ___________ strolls through
CREATION
& god said let there be
light! (anticipated goodness)
you have been mistaken, ; taken what was once pure & let it
f (ast carried the word of redemption, licked it all up)
a (nd spit it back out, realizing time as a game that couldn't)
l (ast. we may try, we may have something good somewhere inside us-)
l (o & behold the constructed anatomy, given everything but what was)
i need you the most right now! have needed you, will need you
\ until the day i have you /
.
New breath & New beginnings, let's pretend as if we've never met :
hello. how are you? fab.
hi. great, you? -the problem is
that i know better than
to believe you.
-Euphoria is illegal. Suspicions were aroused earlier today as a
minor was seen carrying a smile. Investigations will proceed shortly.-
N.orth E.ast W.est S.outh
In the North the news brays
There’s no equality
And adds to the fray
Staged hostility
In the East they mouth
There’s new racial frictions
Plus they, in West and South
Peddle hostile fictions
Don’t look to the NEWS
Look to the North, East, West, and South
In the North of somewhere
Tangled stories are told
Purposely to ensnare
Minds of both young and old
They serve up in the East
Slick partialities
Dishing a hollow feast
Though we crave realities
While the news is devoured
By human sheep with zest
A new division’s powered
To sidetrack those out West
These lies pass word of mouth
Are echoed on the news
Not to North, East, West, and South
Until most agree with their views
Don’t look to the NEWS
Look to the North, East, West, and South
What’s new is not their news
What’s new is coming forth
It’s to see through their ruse
That is not pointed North
What’s news is our decision
Whether it comes from the East
Not a corporate vision
Used solely to fleece
Us, with their practiced stealth
Used to deplete our nest
So look out for your wealth
That won’t vanish in the West
Make sure the news is vouched
Obtained from checked sources
And try books from the South
Or take some logic courses
Look North, East, West, and South
For what is really news
And don’t let into your house
The tricks they always use
North, East, West, and South will
Provide us with the clues
To always live where peace will
Be the only news we choose
Don’t look to the NEWS
Look to the North, East, West, and South
Everyone has a dark side...shhhh but dnt tell anyone....
IM GOING TO TELL U ABOUT HELL ... ITS HELL RIDE..
Nw im alive...wit a vibe..to tell ma tribe tat i didnt gve bribe ,it was easy 2 get way frm hell whn its full wit people lyk us...they jus worship me lyk ä shrine..¥there's möre 2 TeLi I saw demons so smelly tat cn mke ur blood lyk jelly ,i had blood bath wit devils daughter..she really knw hw to do a MAN $LAUGHTER**
P2**she loves hard rock n knws hw 2 roll n she also remember all partZ of the movie HOSTELthey gve me tour of hw they mke HELL so GREY.. They play wit stakes wit people on em ,in a çorner i saw hot oil in a pot n they took out lot of people n tag thm killer well it was a chillers..and so on,i ast wat was tat a demön kid sd its their daily bath¥¥
P3**AND laughed to mke me sure he was nt high..people were ripped apart day n night..they act lyk butcher in a way CHOP CHOP CHOP till the eyez pop out..they hve tons of eyes which they feed to their gargoyles,,the way the smack their mouth it looks tasty ..but where i was it looks nasty,whn they they put salt to make em tasty..¥¥
FINAL CHAPTER BEGINS P4
N whn my ride ends DEVIL made an offer 2 share his throne n free tomb 2 dig in..i said later frend i hve a BODY 2 LIve in,but i mde a promise tat whn ma body tarnish i will be here nxt mrng,he sd no one will touch ur soul other thn me..coz i will be there whn u die and i will bring YOU BACK HOME WITH ME...¥¥¥¥...EVERY END HAS A NEW BEGINNING....THERE AIN'T NO GRAVE CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN...
Conclusion of past regrets full of rage
Last scene closing on the finale stage
Oblique entries into a malevolent cage
Secretive questions why were we engaged
Egressions of needing to turn another page
Optimism for a novel and fresh new life
Painful memories almost being your wife
Exposed lies that free me from your strife
Nourished new future free from negative rife
There it was...the door slammed shut leaving past conclusions out for garbage. I am the one who realized the authenticity of our broken alliance. I needed you. You never needed me. I was your mess you had to clean up on a daily basis. You pretend you're benevolent. I pretend I am happy. I have sorrow. I have regret..I have misery. Surprisingly, the angels sang and the iniquity of my essence awoke my internal bliss.There it was...the door slammed open leading my longing soul to fill with growth and hope.There is a certain harmony that leads the cloudy skies into peaceful insight. My aspiration and confidence have turned my anguish into the anticipation of healing. Now, my expectations have been crowding around my insecurity, releasing acceptance that my murkiness has transformed into vivacious exhilaration. I have hope. I have joy. I have gratitude.
~Date Written: March 22, 2016~
~For the contest, when a door opens, sponsor, Broken Wings~
A HELL DATE
Like an order from the military junta
He swerved the steering off our route
I was surprised... not really scared
It was four days after my birthday
Where are we going?
What's happening? tell me
We are going to a Fast Food... ok, that's it
Ok, then, the General has spoken
Any word from his mouth is a decree
For we are in a military junta
Was ordered not to pick expensive menu
As I glance through the menu list
I asked what he wanted ... nothing!!! he answered
Just hurry up, I've got things to do
I could barely eat my cheap menu pick
He looks at me irritatingly...as if I am worthless
My cutleries fell off my hand severally
Must I eat this so called food
It was one hell of a date... to compensate for my birth date
Hurriedly like maid and Boss, we left the place
It all ran through my mind?
What was this for?
Did I force you to take me out on a belated date?
I felt reduced to nothing as I wish I vomit the food
I should have known better... worst off in all
I felt like a nuisance on a date
As I wish there wasn't a date in the first instance
All kinds of date I mean... birth date or hell date
AST
1.55am
15/04/2015
Conjure from a true life story
KIND OF BLURRY
Yes !!! blurry
That was how my yesterday was
I slept like a drugged captive
A confined soul of my own snores
A slave to my sound sleep
An inmate of my own blurry dream
That gulped more than the whole day off me
Only this time, I mean vey blurry kind of
What is kind of blurry?
Just like I was sleep walking
Just seeing double not knowing it is triple
You must be feeling very sleepy right now
Do you know where you are headed?
Yes I got it, I ain't walking alone like the Reds
Yes, I am on an eagle flying me high
Indeed, I am housed in an eagle soaring to the zenith
What are you waiting for?
Let's soar together as a fellow inmate
When we get to the sky, we look upon the surface
there and there, we will know if the earth is blurry
Isn't life itself very blurry?
Nothing seems very clear unless unclear
I can see clearly a very blurry future
That depends on the color code I guess
I hope it is not just yellow but coded with blue-black
With an element of reddish orange
Then, with these colours the future will not
Only be blurry but it will surely be bleak
AST
3.45pm
7th April, 2015
Inspired by Kehny Obafemi's reply of my mail two nights ago.
A season to delight, to sing and thrive
Birth of spring beckons new life
Casting aside the winter nights
Dancing gay the flowers bloom
Endless days of soothing clime
From the trees the wind chime
Grasses lush and green grow tall
Hotter days soon to follow
Igniting the passion strong
Joining in the lovers song
Kites brought out by children gay
Lurking ice soon melts away
Moist soil that promise growth
Never doth such time come oft
Over the hills the sun emerge
Promising the awaited warmth
Quivering underneath its touch
Rosebuds kissed by hungry bees
Sucking at the lingering beads
To fill their need for sweetness deep
Unfolding the rainbow stretch
Vast corn fields flourish much
Water taking silent course to sea
Xanthic carpet beneath the tree
Yonder lies the clear blue sky hued
Zenith of happiness is procured
© Nadiya (14 Feb '15)
Placed 3rd in the contest 'abecedarian' by Shadow Hamilton on 27 Feb 2015.
I CRY EVERYDAY 2
I cry everyday still...in my corner
The type that could only come from a young soul
I am a she with a boy, expecting another baby
What do I do? My man isn't a man
He is a man with no soul of a kind heart
My man is a an actor with no Director
A chameleon with a snake venom
To many
He's a meek and gentle
To the Cell members
He is a pure-hearted leader
To our friends
He's of no fault as a husband
But to me
He is a silent killer with terror up his sleeve
I die within with every seconds of my life
Life to me is nothing but miserable
There are more of those days that I wish...
That I wish I never say YES I DO at the Altar
Even before friends, families and God
God, why would you allow this weeping of mine?
As I narrate my contour sojourn to my friend
With a mirage of finding succor
And with a dream of finding an arm to lean on
I mean someone to cry out loud to...to wipe my tears
She wept for me hysterically ...
There was no stopping her tears
It was tears with no barriers
I took up the toga of wiping her own tears
Tears that are meant for my eyes and cheeks
AST
1.05am
15/04/2015 (Conjure from a true life story).