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Maybe I'm Wrong

Maybe I'm wrong about my decisions and I shouldn't have listened to a multitude of counsels. But there's safety in hearing from others about how they dealt or approach their experiences. Read more clicks

There's no love lost, but there's me been lost in love, and it sounds unethical that I could write such a sentence. I still love you from the depth of my heart but reality is dawning right in front of my eyes that this is not a reciprocated love.
So, I have a cold feet to run towards you and cold hands to embrace you or even to call you. In my Feelings


But my heart yearns for your presence, and the warmth your voice brings to me.
You're certainly the one I'd love to spend everyday with because my prayer is found in you. But my head or should I say,  my mind is doing something again and again and then expecting a different result altogether. It's a story




This is how most people feel today because our generation tend to associate love to numbers, influence or…

Hear Me.... I Hear You

I hear you,
 Your chants of ample wealth and riches
Your will to be sober with the grim-faced paupers
I hear you
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It is a fine gesture is it not?
The acute concern for African’s south to north
 I’ve heard of their great exploits in my lands
And my people are no less grateful for these aides
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But you have in the name of grants
Fraught our shores with incredulity
You hide behind care’s bark
And wipe your dusty feet in our capitals Click 3



Now my people are branded with vile names
My lands, how grand is now but samples
These places are centers for charity
And I wonder does it ever reach parity?  Click 4

Dignity integrity honor
My people have lost the lot of it
We be far from remission as now
Today and tomorrow as each day passes

I hear you, your bickers
And sarcastic mutters
Your funny whispers
And confabulations, I hear you


Our allegiance lies with our hearts
My people will not be servitudes to your tact
We know your stories too
Humble beginnings was all it took



Parade now yourselves in the circle of tr…

In My Feelings.... (State of Mind)

I'm in over my head and possibly out of my league.
I have become very cautious with my words, every sentence should make perfect sense, have the right rythm and sound intriguing to perfectly explain how I feel without being impulsive or becoming too pesty. Click 1


I'm not feeling it, but I know the feeling,
I'm not literally seeing it but I know how beautiful it is.
I can't hold it but I know it is the most tangible assets.
I've loved and still love you without a price tag. So it's not that I love you but I am in love with you.
We're not all expressive, some say it as it is while others don't. Click 2


Well I've already accepted to not give up, to be there when there's nothing to make me remain and at the same time remain committed to you because I believe that someday you'll not just see how much I love you or feel it but I'll see it from you when am down and just the sight of it will make my heart plunder deep into tears of joy and ecs…

ADVENTURES OF THE EPSILONS

It was a cold and fine evening; the children are
 soon gathered around the fire place for yet another ‘moonlight tales’ (so it was called).
 It was the favorite bit of their day. Despite
 the countless playful ideas that has conveniently occupied their entire schedules; nothing could out-match the moon-light tales.

 ‘Mma’, was the story teller. She is an average height,
 dark complexioned lady, in her late forties. Mma had an elegant look, from which one could tell that she
 had lived not only a grand life, but also an
 adventurous one.   Click this


She was married to Mr. Philip, who is otherwise meager
 in height and with a stern look. 
He was more light-hearted than his looks implied. 
However, only the few who knew him well had a pleasant rapport with him. Unlike his wife, Mr. Philip was reserved and made loose acquaintances with the children. 

Occasionally, when he ensues to make an impression on children, it ends in a fatal fiasco.
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