“A QUICK UNDERSTANDING REVIEW READING” Although this story is in continuation of my last story “DESTINED PATH: PART 1” but the perspective from which I wrote it from has changed. The previous was written as a narrative from Mathias(cute brain) while this is written as a narrative from Zainab. I hope you get it now … Continue reading Destined Path – Part 2
Will I be great? The answer to that question is…I don’t know. And I think the right question is: will I be happy? I do not know either. What do I know right now? That I am not happy right now. Obviously, or I wouldn’t be wondering if I would be happy. You see, truly … Continue reading Will I Be Great?
My darling Romeo, Today makes it 6months and 24days since you have been gone. Each passing day, I hope for your return. I miss you so much that every time my phone rings, I wish it was you calling me. My heart still wants only you and no one else. It is amazing how you … Continue reading Letters to Romeo (Pt 2)
Mirth season Chuckles are it’s gentle showers Guffaws , it’s monsoons. A titter here, a giggle there We do lots of laughter We cackle and chortle When the Lord turned to declare us forgiven.
Give me a child to call my own Eleduaa, a child of joy, a child of happiness, a child of substance, a child like no other, Give me a child to call my own Eleduaa, a child that will make me happy, a child that will make a difference, a child that will become great, … Continue reading Omowunmi
I like to feel relevant. I want someone to need me like the air they breathe like Celine Dion would say. I’d like someone’s world to revolve around me. That sounds really selfish I know. Maybe I am selfish but I can’t help but hope that someone will fall hopelessly in love with me. I … Continue reading Crushes And Knights In Shining Armors Or Not
What a day my heart seek to behold! When dusk shall welcome dawn With smile and a handshake And the dark cloud shall step aside in peace. Then rays of hope be emitted From the sun strolling from the east Accompanied with tweeting birds Whispering to my ears ” Good Morning.” Oh! That glorious and … Continue reading A Perfect Day
She mourns her fate Sipping from the chalice of sorrow Fitfully As I watch, Her lips tremble: Filling her eyes with tears Till they are twice as large Her throbbing hands Filled with her bosom As she cries herself hoarse In soft suppressed moans Coarsely Till she’s worn She falls asleep finally, In a pool … Continue reading Alice
Friendship, a bond so sweet, like honey From the highest degree of passionate love To the lowest degree of good-will It makes the sweetness of life What’s as d’licious as a fair and firm encounter of two, In a thought, in a feeling? How beautiful when two resonating hearts merge Entwined in the light … Continue reading Friendship
It is here at your final year dinner, that you decide to move on. The lights are dim. Students hang in clusters around tables covered with food and drinks, holding paper plates and plastic cups. Soft music fills the room and beautiful decorations of purple, white and red satin hang on walls and weave around … Continue reading Liberated
I am a man, a distressed man. I used to be funny, effervescent, a very happy man and I still want to be. I used to be a writer, a blogger and an avid reader. My muse fell between cracks and recent happenings beclouded my sense of humour. Right now, I can’t fix in my … Continue reading Ramblings of a Jaded Man
The more options there are, the easier it is to regret anything at all that is disappointing about the option that you chose – Barry Schwartz I was going to ask what you would do with 3 wishes, but there’s always that one jerk “If I had three wishes, I’d use the last one to … Continue reading This Or That
As I sat in my balcony To unravel life’s irony A sensuous feeling, my blood burned Coursing to my heart, it warmed Then I felt a glow on my face My lips parted in a smile Why am I happy? I asked The economy is smoked Natural disasters everywhere No excitement left anywhere Hunger … Continue reading I Am Happy
My travails in Dana expressed By the kind gesture of that phantom At the gate of this beautiful place On Sabbath when God rested On man’s origin on resurrection day. This poet with much time To compose my dying thought-few seconds By the pen of history. Though dreams unfulfilled Like aviation Loved ones never to … Continue reading Pandemonium 2: The hustle is over…