Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts

Sunday, 15 March 2015

3RD BLOGGIVERSARY

Dear diary,

On March 15, 2012, I published my first post on this blog; The Man in the mirror. I was quite skeptical about what the response would be like until someone said to me 2 days later, "madam blogger, I like your post o" lol. 89 posts later and it's our 3rd Bloggiversary. Thank you for reading my posts these past 3 years. Your comments (criticisms and words of encouragement) only made the blog better. I know the posts have not been as frequent as they ought to be in recent times but that would change in a little while. I hope to do more in the coming years, God willing.

Meanwhile, to celebrate this year's Bloggiversary is a poem titled, A man for all seasons. It's about a girl having different men in her life for all the wrong reasons. Enjoy!

A man for all seasons 


She has a man for attending family weddings
Another, for the annual thanksgivings 
She tells whoever cares to hear, "he's my bestie!"
And they smile in pity for the guy in the friend zone 

She needs a man to stand up for her;
To fight for her and to let her sit
She needs a man to sit down with her;
To remind her of her blue eyes and white teeth

She wants the man that others desire
Just so she could raise their jealous eyebrow
She knows it may end up in a quagmire 
Who cares? Unlike them, she's highbrow

She needs a man for comfort
For the days of weather for two
She needs the other to make the effort 
For the tubers and grains she'll chew

So many men in her life yet no courtship
To fulfill the desires her heart chimes 
She's not yet ready for a relationship
But the wait for Mr right can be tiring sometimes.

Of all the men she's known
she could have married one
But why stick to him alone
when you can have four?

Just like there are different seasons
For each time of the year
She needs a man to give her reasons
To never shed a tear



Photo credit: Google images

Are you still wondering why I had to use a picture of Lynxxx? Hello! It's Lynxxx! ;) 


HAPPY MOTHERS DAY

Saturday, 27 December 2014

WHEN THE GRIM REAPER WALKS INTO A ROOM


When the grim reaper walks into a room
Silence fills the place
Everyone stares into space
The tears leave the eyes drop by drop

Memories begin to fly in
The life, the times
The happy moments
The sad moments

What did and didn't happen
What offense was committed 
Why her? Why him?
Why now?

How did it happen?
Couldn't it have been avoided?
What did we do?
What didn't we do?

We look at life with a new sense of respect 
Or rather a new look of disdain
If this is all it's worth 
Then what's the point

Some questions would never be answered 
Like; who's next? When next?
Arms folded in
We sit still, waiting for it's next victim

When death walks into a room
We remember that we are all spiritual beings
Traveling this earthly journey
With the cloak of death hung on our shoulders



This is for those that left with the year 2014;
Those that died in the air
Those that died on the land 
Those that died on the sea
Those that died from the Ebola epidemic
Those that died under the surgeons knife
Those that died from the bomb blasts
Those that disappeared in unfathomable circumstances
Those that died while birthing the heritage of The Lord.
Those that were knocked down by accident and left to die
Those that died in search of their daily bread
Those that died in the comfort of their homes

May the souls of the faithful departed through the mercy of God, rest in peace. To those that are left to mourn them, may God's peace be your strength. 

Teach us lord to number our days. Surely, the coming year would be better!

Friday, 19 September 2014

IF THE EYES WERE A VIGNETTE OF BEAUTY...



If the eyes were a vignette of beauty
The beautiful ones today would be ugly
The curves and the bosom won't matter 
Neither will the heavily built biceps and triceps

Dressed in theatre gowns and boots
The pot bellies are hidden
Clad in face masks and googles.
The ragged dentition is disguised.

The light shines through the theatre bulbs
Reflecting in their sclera
By Illuminating the iris
It gives the desired sparkle in their eyes.

The pointed noses and high cheek bones
The chin curtain shave and sleek weave
Swatch wrist watches and stiletto heels 
Bare no meaning within this four walls

The eyelashes bat in affirmation
Of the beauty of this creature 
The eyebrows rise in awe
Of this aesthetically pleasing being

The manner of expertise while operating 
The flawless attention to detail
All fit the basic requirement
Of the imaginative ideal husband 

If the eyes were a vignette of beauty
I would be married by now
Not to the tall, dark and handsome hunk
But to the pair of eyes in a theatre gown

Tuesday, 29 October 2013

THE PREGNANT VIRGIN

Dear diary,



As amazing as conceiving is

Being a pregnant maiden can be shocking

Consilience becomes a daily routine

Doing all to find out what happened

Everyday you wake up to queries 

From people you do and do not know

Going out you hear tattles about

How loose and crass you've become

Irrespective of what really happened

Judgement is based on societal muse

Knowledge from what they see and hear

Labour of love is what I call it

Moving into a new phase of my life

New blood is growing within me

Only way out is through

Pregnant as I am

Questions will always come

Rare as it is, it must be done

Surrogacy is what it's called

Telling all who care to know

Unabridged version of my story

Virgin that got gravid without coitus

Well-defined is my mission

Xenogeneic is what is inside me

Yes, I am ready

Zero hour has come!

Monday, 30 September 2013

WHAT CAN WE DO?




Once a nation of peace, the envy of all her peers
Once a mentor to her counterparts around the globe
Once a prominent figure in the economic world
What happened to Nigeria?

"There's no light, we don't have water...
  Fuel prices have gone up again, another strike is underway...
  They have bombed another village...
  I'm tired of this country, what can we do?"

From the military to civilian regime
Transiting from khaki to agbada
From slavery to freedom
Our anthem remains "what can we do?"

"Yes! Our problem is corruption"
Who or what exactly is corrupt?
Giving the usher #1000 so you could get a good seat at the seminar
Smiling to your friend and asking, "what can we do?"

Always ready to lambast the government
Forgetting that it is of the people, for the people and by the people
You refused to come out and vote and she sold her vote for #1000
"We need the money, what can we do?"

A nation filled with political parties that don't have the masses interest at heart
Our Activists never see anything good in the country
The youths prefer to tweet and retweet solutions from their beds
"We are young, what can we do?"

A nation so blessed with natural resources
Importing what is grown on our very own soil
We  adore the western culture but look down on our own cultural values
"Their own is better, what can we do?"

A nation gradually becoming a centre for kidnap and terrorism
Serial rapists, pedophiles make the country unsafe for our children
Instead of protesting and speaking against such violence
The society looks the other way and asks, "what can we do?"

53 years on and she is regressing
The giant of africa is sleeping and scavengers are hunting her down
Willing to fight back but not ready to take the fall
Her people are asking, "what can we do?"

Suffering and smiling is our unpopular motto
Watching and waiting for the heavens to build Nigeria
Instead of being the change that we crave and seek
We would rather make jokes and ask, "what can we do?"

Stand up Nigerians and stand out in your field
Nobody will build your country for you
Seek today to answer the begging question
"In pursuit of Nigeria's progress, what have I done?"

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE ANNIVERSARY  NIGERIA.

You are not built-to-fall
You are beau-ti-ful

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