If I show my special love on this day shouldn’t it raise your suspicion that if my love can escalate to this height on this date we choose to distinguish then why can’t it be sustained for the rest of the 364 that makes an annum? Or is it that this height can only be attained once in a calendar year; or you don’t deserve … Continue reading 365 makes Valentine’s day
I journeyed across lands and valleys Above seas and highlands Mixing with people in their core diversities Exhibiting their most basic naturality In languages they called mother-tongue; But in the depth of their variations I realised love was a common feat That propelled from the innermost of their circles. Continue reading The denominator
I don’t need to be in love. Not today, not tomorrow, nor any other day. I want to be free like a bird flying solo through hills and valley to far away space; make love to angels and soar to passion, for I am love and love is me. Happy International Women’s day. Continue reading Boss Lady.
The usual pre-Valentine’s day buzz had kicked-in in Port-Harcourt. I already knew it got to these people so I tried to downplay it in order not to feel it; not believing in it. Monday morning, 13th February 2012, I was still constructing a perfect antidote to successfully go through Tuesday without the depressive externalities from Valentine’s day celebrants, when my Dad shot me with the … Continue reading Valentine’s day medley.
It’s easy to promise love till kingdom come unfaltering endearing rock-solid as strong as words. But for how long can promises be kept without faltering or breaking or letting tears roll until they freeze? Perhaps those components make love in itself which then shouldn’t be a promise of perfection but of absorption and acceptance of the whole with a degree for error which we humans are … Continue reading Human nature.
Beautiful seed Oh! You woman; Thy flowers adorn Like lilies of the valley Splashed with colors of roses Tender like hibiscus petals With Queen of the night fragrance. I behold thy tenderness Gaze at your beautiful pattern And drown in your smell With no superlative to measure. I fall in love over and over again As thoughts of you spin through; Oh! Beautiful woman. For … Continue reading Metaphor for a Lover
I fell in love with a retard in my neighborhood. She was unique, gentle and pure. Society said her mind wasn’t right but in her eyes I could see a perfect woman and with her touch she sent me to heaven. She was an angel with no wings a genius with no invention; I believed all her babbles for even though they made no sense … Continue reading Crazy in love