tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71558877108024096342024-03-13T02:05:19.247-07:00BURNING DESIRE.On a mission to quench my thirst for my innermost cravings.Today's rantinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08476983580087583417noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155887710802409634.post-87054502336907291942012-12-11T11:48:00.000-08:002012-12-11T11:48:38.880-08:00Trapped Wings<br />
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Just like a bird,</div>
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I have always thought I could fly high.</div>
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Free spirited and full of zest,</div>
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Consumed with youthful effervescence </div>
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I knew I was ready for this journey.</div>
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With pride like a Peacock, I spread my wings</div>
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I felt as strong as an Eagle</div>
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With the loftiness of an achiever,</div>
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The fear of the unknown tomorrow</div>
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I began to ponder what the future portends.</div>
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Immersed in negativity and uncertainty,</div>
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I felt trapped like an ant in a spider’s web</div>
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Like a prisoner behind bars,</div>
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In this phase of identity crisis</div>
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Every Sense of self is lost</div>
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My wings will grow strong again</div>
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“This is just a phase,” I said to myself.</div>
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I will fly high above the sky</div>
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This time, the sky will not be my limit</div>
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But my starting point.</div>
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You will go through life’s storms</div>
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Charged with these great words,</div>
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My weakened wings started to muster strength</div>
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Overwhelmed with the belief I can soar high,</div>
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Higher than I can ever imagine,</div>
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I shall battle like a wounded soldier</div>
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As I ascended towards the heavens,</div>
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My strength is renewed</div>
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With a feeling that I can conquer all my fears.</div>
Today's rantinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08476983580087583417noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155887710802409634.post-31964203820048522592009-04-20T10:40:00.000-07:002009-04-20T11:48:29.805-07:00BITTER SWEET LOVE.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCpW9YJOXGUGXP1OHfLjFPtWHnzoDAM5tUZOyls3r_4InoAxUOVYoqMr9cNAwX1gQKb7F_ojttTCDIf4k2HsJnDnBFB29FGihpYIOSkm2shhlUXFOr9NIMdavNRLHp7SkiUEUuwUJX3Q_H/s1600-h/thorny+love.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326844267830446162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCpW9YJOXGUGXP1OHfLjFPtWHnzoDAM5tUZOyls3r_4InoAxUOVYoqMr9cNAwX1gQKb7F_ojttTCDIf4k2HsJnDnBFB29FGihpYIOSkm2shhlUXFOr9NIMdavNRLHp7SkiUEUuwUJX3Q_H/s320/thorny+love.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I’m in the corner of my room<br />In bewilderment at what has just befallen me<br />Weeping profusely, bitterly and regretfully<br />Never knew love could suddenly go sour and bitter<br />Never knew your love is surrounded by thorns<br />That will eventually hurt my heart</div><div>Thought this marital bliss would last forever<br /><br />You hurt me so deeply<br />It feels like my soul is being plunged through by a knife<br />Your venom travels through my veins<br />And it has settled in the depth of my heart<br />Rendering me lifeless<br /><br />You used to be so sweet and charming<br />But now you have suddenly turned hostile towards me<br />You no longer see the beauty in me<br />That caught your attention<br />The sight of me now disgusts you<br />Oh my prince charming has turned a beast<br />Never knew behind the facade of your lovely face<br />Lies the ferocity of a beast<br /><br />Had I known there were some monstrous elements in you,<br />I would have given walking down the aisle with you a second thought<br />Now I wonder if I was so stupid, young and naïve<br />Although I saw the signs<br />Your very short temperament<br />But I ignored it<br />Cause I was taken aback by your physical endowments<br />Your muscular and broad shoulder<br />The taste of your tender, sweet and sexy lips<br />The pleasure I derive from your performance behind closed doors<br />Your shiny white teeth<br />Totally in contrast to your evil and dark heart<br /><br />Standing here in the dark<br />With my bleeding heart<br />Reminiscing over the love we once shared<br />Facing the hard truth that we are now done with each other<br />Finding it so hard to comprehend your erratic nature<br />But accepting my fate<br />This bitter sweet story of our marriage and divorce<br />Happened within the twinkle of an eye<br />Just exactly like the flash of lightening<br />Our union could only survive six months<br /><br />Now I watch you leave<br />Walking out of the love we once shared<br />Never deeming it feet to look back and see if I’m hurt<br />You never really cared, did you?<br />Thought you exuded so much charm<br />Perhaps I was too blind to see beyond the surface<br />Our love is my regret!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Hiyah guys. Hope you all are doing fine. It has been a while since I did a post. Honestly speaking I have just been lazy. Thanks to those folks who have always dropped by. I have been following your blogs although most times I don't drop any comments. Hope you enjoyed reading this poem.</div>Today's rantinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08476983580087583417noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155887710802409634.post-78647775757876751382008-07-07T06:07:00.000-07:002008-07-07T06:30:28.608-07:00JAILER.<em><span style="color:#ffff66;">(The sad tale of a prisoner)<br /><br /></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDE7sQd819lC6YdZewjBPgwj5OaMRMgKmWLvaUyhwN4fjxnX_NZkkCBJLV_upNStffCnvflaf9ZYLQ9DAqoG8LfqtDb-Jpmr3K95y8fCt764dUtXeN5-nbAHyi07QHcQj9GkFNSXHo6zGD/s1600-h/jailer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220258813270011810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="234" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDE7sQd819lC6YdZewjBPgwj5OaMRMgKmWLvaUyhwN4fjxnX_NZkkCBJLV_upNStffCnvflaf9ZYLQ9DAqoG8LfqtDb-Jpmr3K95y8fCt764dUtXeN5-nbAHyi07QHcQj9GkFNSXHo6zGD/s320/jailer.jpg" width="248" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDE7sQd819lC6YdZewjBPgwj5OaMRMgKmWLvaUyhwN4fjxnX_NZkkCBJLV_upNStffCnvflaf9ZYLQ9DAqoG8LfqtDb-Jpmr3K95y8fCt764dUtXeN5-nbAHyi07QHcQj9GkFNSXHo6zGD/s1600-h/jailer.jpg"></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDE7sQd819lC6YdZewjBPgwj5OaMRMgKmWLvaUyhwN4fjxnX_NZkkCBJLV_upNStffCnvflaf9ZYLQ9DAqoG8LfqtDb-Jpmr3K95y8fCt764dUtXeN5-nbAHyi07QHcQj9GkFNSXHo6zGD/s1600-h/jailer.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh jailer! 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Jailer!<br />Why hast thou treated me this way?<br />Why do you treat me with so much contempt?<br />As if I aint a human being like you<br />Do you really derive pleasure from incarcerating people?<br />Oh you must do cause you earn a living through this<br />This act of jailing other fellas puts a meal on your table<br />And perhaps a smile on your face too<br /><br />Everyday of your life<br />You wake up in anticipation<br />With your head held high to jail your next victim<br />You come in all your majesty to do the do – <span style="color:#ffff66;">“jailing”</span><br />Although I feel remorseful for my evil deeds<br />You feel I haven’t learnt enough lessons<br />So you come and taunt me<br />You remind me of my deeds<br />That brought me to this hollow dungeon<br />Thanks Mr Jailer for reminding me<br /><br />Just because you roam freely on the streets<br />Doesn't mean you aint in jail yourself<br />You work in the jail- hence you’ve ultimately been jailed<br />You forget we are mere mortals<br />In different forms of jails<br />You know you suffer from the illness <span style="color:#ffff99;">“mind imprisonment”</span><br />What greater jail could a human being ever be in?<br />Order than that in which your mind is perpetually imprisoned<br /><br />Oh today your countenance looks different<br />You are known for carrying out your official duty<br />With a smile on your face<br />But I saw the horror in your face today<br />I saw the pain flowing through your veins<br />Though you tried hard to hide it<br />But your demeanour failed you<br />Why aint you beaming with smile today Mr Jailer?<br />Cause it’s your blood- your only son<br />Ha ha ha ha ha<br />We are all in jail together<br />You, your son and I.<br /><br />This poem was inspired by Asa's song titled "jailer". I have always wanted to write a poem titled jailer. Hope you guys enjoyed it.Today's rantinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08476983580087583417noreply@blogger.com47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155887710802409634.post-10478061400165522222008-06-16T02:55:00.000-07:002008-06-16T03:07:01.943-07:00I AM BACK!!!Hey sup people! Ow una dey? Hope all is going on well with you guys. I am sorry for not updating since ages ago. I just finished exams and I have been busy also. I have missed blogging a lot and I hope I haven't missed much ooo. Oh heavens I have a lot to catch up with. I will visit your blogs soon to read all that I have missed. Thanks to all of you who left comments on my last post and thanks for checking on my blog. This blogging thingy is quite demanding oo. Hmmm I salute you folks who blog regularly. It appears im running out of ideas of what to blog about but I will try hard to blog regularly. I guess the tagging season is over abi? Errrrrrm I will still do my six quirky stuff sha. Arghhhhhhh I have not really come up with anything ooo. But I will post something this week. Love to you all.Today's rantinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08476983580087583417noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155887710802409634.post-76209216044779068892008-05-06T02:29:00.000-07:002008-05-06T02:47:40.583-07:00"MEN OF THE UNDERWORLD"They visit at the hour you least expect<br />Some visit during the dark hours of the night<br />When you are in the comfort of your room<br />Answering to the sweet call of nature<br />Others visit in broad daylight<br />In the full glare of everyone<br />Some are even audacious to the point of notifying you of their imminent visit<br />They unleash their terror on their victims<br />Leaving them in shock, pain and misery<br /><br />They are the men of the underworld<br />Some of them are gentlemen of the highway<br />They are heartless, merciless and with no conscience<br />They arm themselves with all forms of ammunition<br />Ranging from guns, machetes and “jazz”<br />To perpetuate their evil acts<br /><br />Different victims have different experiences of their encounter with them<br />Some are left with poignant memories of the ugly incident<br />Especially in cases where an innocent blood was shed<br />They cut short the lives of breadwinners<br />Leaving their families in a precarious state<br />May the heavens rain curses on their heads for their cruel acts<br /><br />Men of the underworld unleash terror in neighbourhoods<br />They cause pandemonium and uncertainty<br />Through endless gunshots from their weapons of destruction<br /><br />Individuals scamper for safety in the bid to save their heads<br />They can no longer sleep with both eyes closed<br />Cause they know not when they would strike again<br />May these men never know peace cause they do not deserve it.<br /><br /><br />I was just thinking about some ugly experience which took place on the first of january in the year 2000 when my neigbour was murdered by armed robbers. It was a shocking experience and each time I think about that fateful day, I normally feel really sad. Only God knows the time when men of the underworld would stop terrorising their fellow citizens all in the name of trying to make a living. Oh I was tagged by Ejura, I'm gonna do that later.Today's rantinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08476983580087583417noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155887710802409634.post-2547061693099560212008-04-15T01:23:00.000-07:002008-04-15T01:26:46.777-07:00THE GENERAL.He comes like a mad cow in khaki<br />Looking fierce, furious and fearless<br />He takes over the legitimate government through the barrel of gun<br />He has overthrown the government given the mandate to rule<br />Oh how sad<br />The constitution of the land has been suspended<br />He broadcasts it over the national TV<br />He has taken over the helms of affair<br /><br />There is pandemonium in the air<br />The citizenry is shocked at the news<br />Now there would be khaki men all around us<br />Like fools without conscience,<br />They would carry out orders to terminate innocent lives<br />Every man would live in fear<br />Cause they know not what to expect<br /><br />He loots the national treasury and amasses ill gotten wealth<br />He is determined to embezzle the wealth of the nation<br />At the expense of the masses<br />He is answerable to no one; he is the ruler of the land<br />Where are the bold men to challenge his madness?<br /><br />The general seats in the government house<br />He enjoys every moment of his stay there<br />He lives like he would never die<br />He drives ostentatious cars and eats the best food<br />He has the most beautiful girls of the land for his personal pleasure<br /><br />Oh how foolish he is<br />He is oblivious to his imminent death lurking by the corner<br /><br />His arrival into the city<br />Is characterized by blowing siren, disturbing the peace of the nation<br />As if that aint enough,<br />He causes chaos on major roads<br />As other road users try to avoid his convoy<br />Oh yea no one dares to obstruct his convoy<br /><br />Something tragic has happened<br />We heard the breaking news<br />The general is dead!<br />The nation is thrown into a state of euphoria<br />Men and women, young and old jubilant over his departure<br />Hmm the end of the brutal ruler<br />Now that proverb has been fulfilled<br />“What goes around comes around”<br /><br />The mystery of his demise can never be unravelled<br />“Soldier come soldier go”<br />How on earth did the bullets penetrate through his bullet proof car?<br />His head is blown into pieces<br />His brain is revealed to the feasting eyes of the public<br />He is covered by the pool of his own blood<br /><br />His dreams are shattered<br />He wanted the future of his generation guaranteed<br />He wanted them to go to the best schools of the world -“Oxbridge”<br />As a result, he had to start gathering wealth for them<br />Before they were born into this world<br />Aint that a good ambition of the general?<br /><br />Only if he knew his end was this soon<br />He would have lived a righteous and befitting life<br />Only the heavens know where his soul now rests.Today's rantinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08476983580087583417noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155887710802409634.post-40695368348188289502008-02-25T05:19:00.001-08:002008-02-25T05:27:50.456-08:00“SOLDIER CHILD”<br /><br />Right from the womb I could discern the sounds of gunshots<br />I could distinguish between the sounds of machine gun and AK47<br />I could hear the intense drum beats of war<br />I could hear war lords charging at their men to proceed to the war front<br />I kept on pondering what the outside world would be like<br /><br />At birth, I realised it, it became apparent<br />I was born into a warring nation<br />Then it dawned on me that I was in trouble<br />I was going to be bred in an unpleasant environment<br /><br />No lullaby<br />No nursery rhymes<br />My mother had the best voice on earth<br />All she could sing were songs of sorrow, anguish and pain<br />The only songs I learnt were war songs<br /><br />It was inevitable, it was meant to be<br />I was destined to be a “soldier boy”<br />No words of encouragement to get me inspired to become a great person in life<br />The only form of encouragement was from the soldier man<br />He charges at my comrades and I to march to the battle field<br /><br />We were hardened<br />Our hearts as hard as a solid rock<br />We were trained to be merciless<br />To kill, maim and to destroy<br /><br />We were deprived of childhood<br />Those years of complete innocence<br />I wonder what it feels like<br />Those years we were to be under the warmth of our mothers’<br />Sometimes I wish I was never born<br />I cursed the day I was born<br /><br />Peace and tranquillity were rare commodities<br />Our communities were full of soldier men in armoured tanks<br />Women were raped, girls robbed off their chastity<br /> All we could see around us was horror<br />Gory images of innocent souls gruesomely murdered was normal<br />Blood, decaying corpses and bullet ridden homes was normal<br /><br />I struggled through adulthood<br />I became emotionally unstable because of events of past years<br />I was denied the bliss of childhood<br />I vowed my children would not undergo what I went through<br />I wanted them to experience childhood<br /><br />The ghosts of my past life haunt me<br />In my dream, I see souls of children we killed during the war<br />They are hunting for me in vengeance<br />It is not my fault<br />I was destined to be a soldier child<br /><br />Alas the war is finally over<br />Everything seems to be falling into place<br />Soldier men no longer on our streets<br />No sounds of gun shot<br />A sigh of relief at last<br /><br />Now I’m happily married<br />My wife is almost due<br />I’m in a state of euphoria<br /><br />Arghhh fear is not over yet<br />Another war just broke out<br /><br />I thought the war would be part of history<br />I would tell my children as tales of the past<br />Under the Sycamore tree at my backyard, I would tell those tales<br />Tales of how their father survived and struggled through the war<br /><br />I vowed my children would enjoy childhood in its real sense<br />But it’s the case no more<br />They will have to live through the new war and perhaps become soldier boys.Today's rantinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08476983580087583417noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7155887710802409634.post-52269192905025337992008-01-28T03:44:00.000-08:002008-01-28T05:34:04.656-08:00MY FIRST POST!!!<span style="font-size:85%;">Hey sup people out there! Where should I start from?Emmmmm I don't know what to blog about .I can't really think of any reasonable thing.Oh my God this is really driving me crazy.Anyhoo, let me start by saying i'm some chick somewhere on this planet who is just on a path to discoverng who she really is.I've alwayz loved the idea of blogging because it's just an avenue through which one can express his or her thoughts.I love reading people's blogs a lot.(sometimes i just think i'm kinda addicted to it) The fact that you are anonymous is just one crazy idea that thrills me about the whole "blogging thang".I'm actually in my media class now and the topic we are studying at the moment is new media technology and part of the excercise we are to do is the creation of a blog and maintaining it. This has partly led to the birth of my blog although i've been nursing the idea of owning a blog for a very long time.I've not been able to own a blog before this time due to my laziness or better still due to my very busy life. My media class has actually triggered the creation of this blog.I just hope i'm able to maintain it the way I would love to.Please FORGIVE my ranting. lol!</span>Today's rantinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08476983580087583417noreply@blogger.com20