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Epiphany


This is a very bad day to have being hit with such an epiphany, i am in a whirlpool of pain and internal sufferings right now, how to cope, what to do, what is going wrong, how is it any different, what can be done.

so many questions falling on deaf ears and silent lips, i think i have just reached my limit. exploding will not do me any good, focus might be a better alternative, i have to remember i am not alone in this world or am i?

Sitting There


Upon this dark hour sits a maid in cold shower,
Tripple blind to the forces behind man’s power,
While life fades out like an aging tower,
Leaving behind a blooming flower.

The night flies sing, as the star light blinks,
And we hear the sound of battering wings,
The midnight guardian of the nightly kings,
Soaring above the minor beings.

The shadow creeps and extends its form,
Creating a cover to hide earth’s worms,
Chasing light back to its home,
Biding us to think that we are alone.

Upon my wet and lustrous hair,
Lies a crown of great despair,
Breeding pain without a care,
For now I know we’re lost and in need of repair.

But though you reign, you so dark and rare,
You will soon become what’s bright and fair,
Then you’ll see you are half of a pair,
And know you were created to bring in no fear.

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Airplanes


Ok! so the morning begins thus! I’m out by 5.30am trying to be a colleague’s Damsel in shinning satin gown (that is of cause if such exists), I waddle through water and try to dodge a endless maze of potholes while a very persistent trailer with blinding head lamps stays on my trail forcing me to act a bit like bond girl (don’t ask).

So I’m at the airport striving to get a ticket (not mine) and all of a sudden I feel a light brush on my behind, hmmmmn, I ignored that and moved my fanny closer towards the counter, yet again I feel the brush and I’m pondering if its what I think it is, but this seemed like a distraction because in my all too brief stance of day dreaming I had being flushed completely off the line. I concentrate and try to get the attention of a mousy looking lady, who for all the wrong reasons thinks she’s on the runway, guess that’s what they put in the head of air hostesses these days *shrugs* and yet again a brush on my fanny and this time I turn around and smack the arm of the guy behind me and at once took in his grey tailored suit, white crisp shirt, freakled face and thick igbo accent.

He flinchs and says “what was that for madam?”, I could smell the lie off his thick unkissable lips and I say “this is not about what was that for because if you lay a single finger on me again I will ask that my men give you a whooping”, obviously he was confused, too much grammar I did say.

This of cause should all be laid at the feet of our leaders who in our so-called 50years of independence cannot have a functional and well spaced ticketing area, and you also have just two attendants to about 25 people while some men-in-black “wannabes” stand behind them feeling like they just came out of a GQ magazine, if they probably assist the two weary looking attendants I won’t have my fanny being brushed cause God knows what next I might be hit by. The Local Airport does need a complete makeover, the air-conditioning is out and there is absolutely no ventilation to douse the ever consistent smell of sweat ridden bodies.

And so I don’t lay it all at their feet I also need to look at major reason for my early morning struggle (my boss), who isn’t here yet and was already 20 minutes behind flight schedule. While trying to beep her I get hit yet again on my fanny this time by a trolley and the guy goes on a tirade of apologies and I thank God I’m well padded to have taken the hit, that won’t bruise easily.

I suddenly see her running down in green and gold suit while the protocol officers runs throw the congestion with her luggage, *sighs* finally the Head Nigger In Charge comes in.

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You are mine and I am Yours


I stand in awe of you,
Wondering what I did be, without you,
Taking tender steps because of you,
Writing little notes about you,
Breathing in the very air of you.

I look into those steady eyes of yours,
I bask in that beautiful smile of yours,
I anticipate that single touch of yours,
I roam in that atmosphere of yours,
I dance within that praise of yours.

Every moment I think of you,
Is every moment I wish to be with you,
Each desperate attempt to call on you,
Brings me even closer to the warmth in you,
I can never be the same without you

The thought that the babe will be born as yours,
As brought me closer to your humble abode,
The halo I see that’s for no other but yours,
Brings me peace to that sanctuary of yours,
Indeed I will love you and forever be yours.

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