WHAT DO WE DO? (Question for Nigeria and Others)

There used to be a time when the now recent acts and appearances were abominable,
Now all that we rebuked are seen as usual,
All condemned, now accepted.
All deadly, now managed for survival.

Why do we have to accept that?
Why do we have to leave our former life comforts?
Do we not miss then, when we had all things freshly perishable?
Do we not miss our sane healthy souls?

Steadily we discarded the good histories,
Rapidly we accept vanity.
Sorrowfully our hearts weaken,
Only for the falsehood in our recent vain existence.

Truly over time, we have corrected our historic wrongs.
But what else do we do, when we damage the already corrected wrong.
What else do we do but let the right ways rotten?
Leaving only dead and empty flesh we call society.
Now we only live to die soon.

SERENA COME DWELL

Sunny mornings, bright wake, what I hope to see.

Joyful heart, cheerful soul, the only feeling I want.

After all these, life will never be what I hope it'll be. 

Now darkness, sadness. 

Tears for all I want not received.

Heaviness in my heart I wish to shed off.

Loneliness for what I feel alone.

Praying now everyday, I find peace 

Praying I find the light 

For all I need now is Serena 

To come dwell and ease my pain

BLACK SUIT....

Alarm sound, Loud buzzing sound
The morning breeze with its strong touch
Dawn breaking, cracking, quaking to the
Morning light to rise and stand guard.

Staring through his window by his bed side
Watching the sky brighten by the dawn's break,
He hurries for as he looks, he sees he has no time to spare
For as the morning comes, so will the night come

Clock click on his kitchen wooden floor,
The black soles of his black leather shoes act
Actions like that of a soldier off to war
Actions of a fit warrior dedicated to his course

The smell of hustle, the dew on his fore head
The chase for survival and the struggle to fulfil an existence
Discouraged yet committed, "My own quota must count"
His song, to ready himself for the Rest to come.

Beauty of Nature by Ellis Parry Nweye

As i stand before this wonder called beauty, I can only but want to describe the emotions I feel of this magnificent force called Nature.
As I stare to the rains which pour and inhale these wondrous winds, I constantly experience an inhale and exhale of peace.
In this sense, i can say peace could be described as an entity which humans need to coexist with.
Peace cannot come unless we welcome her, she abides in everything, it only takes a keen mind to notice her.
Open your eyes to the beauty, before you and I can only put the picture which my eyes behold into perfect description.
As I now know that nature is wild, but what is nature's beauty?
Nature's Beauty can only be seen from afar.
As God hath made us in his image, has he given us his eyes. I therefore enjoin you to look from afar at the beauty which stands before you of glorious green and magnificent brown. This is the fraction of the Beauty of Nature.
Stand in the rain, inhale the winds, hold in the peace, smile and exhale and just bask in this ominous moment of glory. This is the Beauty of  Nature.

By ELLIS Parry-Nweye

Fair Maiden Of SANITY

Lightly she sways, swiftly rocking her body to the sound.
Slowly and gently she moves her hands, like she's chanting
Sweet tender sound, smooth roaring voices echoing
Safe surrender, overwhelming salvation envelopes her
I move closer to feel, I lean closer to hear, only to realize I am not worthy
Consciously disturbed and worried I fall back, readying for another chance
As I move for the second trial on redemption, I hear a beat.
Pausing to absorb the single beat of sound, she screams
Quickly I fall back again waiting and watching quietly for anything
Then she drops to the ground, breathe steady, pulse calm like in a trance
I am confused at this moment, gently, slowly I raise my hand to her face
So soft, tender, fragile, it vibrates, her skin beneath my palm vibrates.
What a creature? What sort of entity is this?
Just as I thought, as I imagined, IMMACULATE SOUL.
Then it hit me, I am not worthy until release myself
Until I strip myself of all trace of filth
Until I shed off my wanton coat of cruelty
Then and only then will she accept me
Then will our touch be intertwined
Immediately I stand,
Shedding off all standing in the way of this consummation
Yes consummation, that's what I call it.
Now clean, I take my stance,
Strong firm confident stance, while she rises to meet me
Joy filled me heart as I received all she had to give
It felt so Surreal, She the ORACLE receives me
And right there I see,  I feel, I  hear that sound, those sweet tender smooth roaring voices
Finally spent, we collapse together, exhausted from the passionate dance
Now I know what sanity feels like, Now I know what purity feels like
Now I know and from now on, I swear never to leave her sight even till the after life

Now the night has come
And the day has gone
The world speaks like a silent gun
All u hear are the rythms from the crickets
As u reminisce your deepest secrets
It dark and its black 
But not to worry...the light shall u not lack.
Be not frightened
Be not alarmed
Sleep like a child
Sleep not be surprised
Squeeze your pillow like its ur very last...
You are not alone
Even in the dark..
You are always the guarded one.

by Cossy Ebere Uwandu

As The Sparrow

To give life you must take life
And as our grief falls flat and hollow
Upon the billion-blooded sea,
I pass upon serious inward-breaking shoals
Rimmed with white-legged, white-bellied rotting creatures
Lengthily dead and rioting against surrounding scenes.
Dear child, i only did to you what the sparrow did to you;
I am old when it is fashionable to be young;
I cry whren it is fashionable to laugh.
I hate ou when it would have taken less courage to love

BY
CHARLES BUKOWSKI..................(i hope you don't mind sir)

Truth from old age.

what would you say of the times when your appearance never mattered.
when your look was about our skin tone or how well we eat or how fat and fresh we look.
when all that mattered was how well you were brought up, how well you can cook,clean,serve your husband/family and not to forget how healthy your BIRTHING HIP was to produce SONS.........(ladies).
when all that mattered was how good you were at farming or fishing/hunting or fighting or thinking and also, how fertile you are to produce a male offspring that will live and carry your NAME after you're gone...........(gentlemen).
NOW, all we think of is how well we can succeed in school so as to be a PROFESSIONAL COOPERATE Worker in future, or how to attain so much Skills or Connection to become a "BIG MAN" in future.
then we ladies never worried about how we can make money, be an LAWYER or be "INDEPENDENT", because our mission was to serve and support our husbands and children and make sure we give birth to a son(IF WE STILL WANT TO REMAIN THE ONLY WIFE).
All the same, thanks to innovation and development and intellectual growth of the mind............
thanks to Self-Will, we now have a voice of our own,
We no longer have to be SLAVES in our own homes........
We no longer have to be afraid of WHAT THE SOCIETY MIGHT THINK OF US.
BUT then, we still need the RULES OF THE OLD to guide us and protect us from the MISTAKES OF THIS NEW MODERN AGE.

Muna Chimda: I Left My First Love

Muna Chimda: I Left My First Love: Hey! She called out to me saying, “What do you think of the colour Black?” “What will you say it is for?” “I wonder”, she said, my frie...

I Left My First Love

Hey! She called out to me saying, “What do you think of the colour Black?”

“What will you say it is for?”

“I wonder”, she said, my friend said.

“I wonder”, I thought.

I wonder what to say, I wonder what to answer.

Then I jumped into that ocean of curiosity,

Hoping to swim to that place where I can meet Black, just to ask him for answers.

But as I swam deeper, I started sinking in utter frustration, for Black is ever far away.

I began to drown and chock in my own disappointment, as I see my faults

Then I swallowed that so salty ocean water of shame.

Shame for I failed to get that answer.

“Forgive me Black, forgive me my friend”.

“Forgive me for sleeping in the lies of my confusion”, I pleaded.

Then I saw a light, bright in the ocean reaching out to me, beckoning for an embrace.

I looked further, in the midst of my predicament and I saw not but the light, a face.

I thought to myself, still in my difficult predicament, “What is that beautiful thing?”

I stretched my hands to it, for the embrace, but then I noticed Black close by.

He called my name, screamed those answers to me.

I heard him but I ignored.

I saw him, but my arms were already stretched deep in the ocean to the beautiful light.

“I wanted to meet Black for my answers; I wanted to know the light for sake of curiosity”.

But then, Curiosity, that curiosity took hold of my heart and all I wanted now was the light.

So I ignored my first task, my first quest, my first Love.

Just silly infatuation for that Light, just the Beauty of the light, Just a Face,

Leaving the Beauty of Black, His glorious personality and awarded being, I surged forward, deep into the ocean, arms wide open to the light.  

Why so cold? The light so Cold.

I cried to be released but it never did.

All of a sudden I lose my consciousness, total Darkness, nothing!

I am in Oblivion!

Make my Val!

LETTER TO MY VAL

Hey lover,  

     I hope you know what you’re doing? You know true love is not just about the DMs, Facebook Messages, Instagram likes/comments or even BBM smileys…….right? But you could get me a letter, like the hand written ones (that could be nice) or maybe a box of chocolate, I here they are Aphrodisiacs. Am not saying I want all those but I sure want something.

    Uhmm…. You know soon it’ll be the famous Val’s day and I was thinking maybe you could do something special for me.

I just want you to remind me about the first time we met, why we love each other, just remind me again (special memories), I want to remember and feel what we felt that very day again (the first love feeling).

     Please tell me you’ll do this for me, and you’ll make my best Val ever.

And don’t forget to write down your reply (hand written) because I did mine.

                                                                                                                   Yours truely,
                                                                             Me                                                                                                        P.S. I love you.                                           

THAT ONE DAY THING

One day, we will all see what we have been searching to see.

One day, we will all know what we have been hoping to know.

On that day, our eyes will open to receive that light.

The light to see

On that day, our minds will be filled with that knowledge.

The knowledge unknown

Just one day to receive,

Just a day of accomplishments

Day in day out we hope for one thing only,

That thing that makes us who we want and wish to be

That thing that gives a complete story to one’s life

Claiming we cannot live until we get that one day thing,

But we know that one day, it will come.

And on that day, we will stand high,

Waiting with ready hearts open to receive That One Day Thing

Waiting to get that one day light

And that one day knowledge for a complete life.

That One Day Thing will come.

MY TRUE FRIEND (1)

EXPRESSION, MY TRUE FRIEND

Let me tell you a story about my friend, Expression. My forever companion, a true friend, whenever needed and the most faithful of all. We met during my playground seasons when the beautiful daughter of the old puerile, adolescent was my best friend. We had so many things in common until expression came along, introduced himself as Lord Expression, Heir to the Duke of feelings. That day, I knew I would never remain the same, I knew in my heart that I had found a best friend. The only friend, who would never lie to me, never let me down, a friend who will always show me and tell me anything.

Up until now, he is always with me.

      I see him everywhere I go, appearing on every face I see. I cannot really put together how that’s possible, but I can definitely say that he is one of nature’s greatest pranks on us. Sometimes he freaks me out, most times he give me comforts me. Most times I wonder why, sometimes I worry how. I tried to push him out once when he, out of his over faithful and true self failed to help me lie but he remained, stuck! Can u imagine! I even shouted at him, told him I won’t need him again and he just stood there laughing at me, telling me I can’t do without him. That day, all I wanted to do was finding Mother Nature and condemn her for procreating such a cursed man, Expression.

Then I knew nothing came easy, nothing is the way you want it to be, nothing and no one will completely be what you want them to be. So I accepted my faith, accepted him for who he is, accepted the fact that whatever I do, say or want, I have to ask Expression for permission. As unreasonable and unattractive as it seems, he claims it is for my own good, protection and for the better life to come.

     But for what is worth, I still love him. Because whenever others lie, he tells me they are, when unfaithful people try to confuse me or distract me, their own companion, expression give them away. It is in there nature, they NEVER LIE! Its looks difficult for them but it is who they are, it is what they are (THE FACIAL LIE DETECTOR).

This is the prank Mother Nature has pulled on us all, as I have noticed.

Expression, my true friend

By Ubaka Munachi Sonia.