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.