MY PEN HAS A LANGUAGE

Saw a pen on a rainy afternoon in a store, its a beauty to behold, made of glass from top to tip, shines when the sun hits it and dry though the drenched by the rain.

Went home brought it out to write a letter to aunty. Holding the pen on my hands, oh!, freedom is what i felt, as a surge of energy overpowers my hands, courage steps, its been a while. Writing pouring out my feelings–this is the first, “i never liked the way you looked at me, i never shared same thoughts as you, i never…….

MY HEART WRITTEN ON A SHEET OF PAPER, THE PEN KNOWS.

Unique i nicked named my pen, we wrote an article together later. As Unique sat on my hands, the hurt came back, the hurt from our lost village , from moms cries, hurts from the scars and screams. Then i wrote about the secrets and scars, wrote about the screams behind the eyes. Didn’t shed a tear when i was done, but i smiled, unique made me.

My pen unique spoke through my hands, it spoke of legends and heroes, tells me i am one. Speaks of past and future warns me about both. Speaks of people and thoughts guides me through. Unique speaks truth, fears not. Unique speaks for generations yet unborn. UNIQUE SPEAKS THE WARRIOR LANGUAGE!!!.

For its a rainy  day and unique sleeps on my desk, an eternal sleep so it seems as five years long unique lived, as unique is void of ink. But unique thought me a language yet unknown to man, a language to be discovered centuries to come, maybe never, for unique my pen thought me a language…….

Am back!!!

Have not been here for ages, honestly don’t know how long, but am happy am back now.

In this period of my absence I have been able to learn alot in life. I feel life just wanted me to get away and teach me some very valuable lessons.

All I can say now is am starting to work on my self cause I want to live up to my full potential just as life taught me in the past few months and most importantly i don’t need the validation or approval of others to do so.

Am stating a new journey and am sure this new road leads to my dreams😀.

Stay blessed and bye for now😉😘😗

SHE IS A WINNER

A mother’s smile, a relief to nature as a child cries

a wonder to behold, yes 3years long  and yet the world awaits

her first step, a beholding pride          jade what better name

as a fighter her soul be.

 

A life as simple detailed in perfection    a wonderful smile she showers the earth

a perfect life the earth showers her

a female first, fourth in line, and loved she is.

 

As destiny unfolds, directed by fate

as the cries for a mother seeming louder than the cries for a child

as life plays its game, time moving to fast

as a perfect world crumbles, making no sound

as her smile dies, her heart wounded, her voice cracked

as her sanity lost, the bright soul broken

as death leaves nothing but a premature fighter.

 

In tears her sleeps are taken, the pain just wouldn’t go

in a new world she finds herself

in new times and new dawns

in a determined spirit she takes a step  where the rules change as much is expected from her.

 

She tries to be part, she tries to smile

she tries to pick the pieces

she tries to rewrite her fate

she unfortunately knows her perfect simple world is gone

she tries to fight though knowing her strength is gone

she still hold her head up high, her pride not shaken

she wears a crown even in her rags, she is different, but what is expected from a torn heart,

she wasn’t ready, it happened quickly

she now must hold on, she now must fight

she must face life in the face

 

‘I am a fighter my road be rough

I am a fighter my story be tough

l am a fighter my strength be off

I am a fighter for I have had enough,

I am not going to break not this time,      life has played its card, it’s my turn now.

 

Giving up is not my stance

I am a warrior with no armour

I am an eagle with a no wings

I am a winner with no medals

I am unique, a rare type

I am what the world is waiting for’.

 

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BORN OF NATURE

Rembering yesterday’s storm I sighed

started with a cool afternoon

then the sun decided to take cover

as the clouds played games

turning noon to night in seconds

the cloud took black as it turned dark

heavy clouds casting shawdows

of previous seconds

down to us as it invites the thunder

who came along his sister lightening

they shoke the earth

screaming at the top of their all

pouring out anger that was never caused by any

Oh! they scare

they scared my little brother

experience by five years only and

he held unto me as life itself

poor thing.

sighing my sight met the window

Mrs Stella  roof flying off came to view

oh! what a shame

it’s seems she had arrived to the parade,

cousin of the previous two born of nature

the wind she is named

merciless she cast dust to our freshly washed windows

not feeling guilty for giving mama extra  work

she moved with her cousins

shaking the earth, pouring down on us

striving  to make a point-

there will be a storm

the parade was for it..

 

Then came the wait, windows shut

Doors closed, then silence

halting the parade of nature

just for second to honour it’s arrival.

And it came, slowly, weakly, LAZILY

not enough to wet anything

but the parade sized not

as the family born of nature cheered on

 

But similarity was woven all over the facade

all these has once been set before my eyes

but done by another dimension of nature

-humans

Yes!

how we put on wings of exaultation

shaking  the ground with our footsteps

but then our hands are empty

with nothing to give

but loud are our voices and louder our ego

as we cheer on our empty bodied

Oh! Why?

 

The sun shines brighter now

hiding the flaw of a day old parade.

 

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A LETTER TO REVENGE

Dear Revenge, sweet revenge as sweet as my wine. At first glance you seem tempting one sip enough to lure me. You taste fulfiling but leave a burning sensation to my inside (where my heart lies). You drain me slowly, stirring me with your toxin disguised in sweetness. Then you take the wheels of my mind, consuming my thoughts, turning me to who I fear most….

Then you thrust me aside to wallow in the pain of the aftermath. And comes the poison of my soul– regret, self hatred,  disgust,  and I am back to where I started —in a pool of pain.

But like an addiction you take me on the ride again, throwing me deeper into your shell…..                                                    Oh dear revenge, sweet revenge how you mirror my wine.…

Signed.                                                        Your victim. 

 

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THE LADY IN THE MOVIE

It all started with a movie a crazy movie not liked by kids, but little Lauren watched, she felt, and she thought.

She thought hard a whole future in her little mind, she felt, a whole destiny in her little palms, for she knew, she knew what she wanted, she knew what she had, so she grew so did her thoughts in a fantasy.

She saw it all before her eyes her empire, like the lady in the movie, six years ago. She was different, she was transparent yet filled with mystery, she had a shadow to her story like the lady in the movie, for they were same, Lauren saw her self in another body on a screen, and it watered her thoughts then fantasies now dreams.

She knew the roots of her dreams were deeper than she admitted, for they aged 16 earning their roots from an old movie. Lauren knew her heart couldn’t bear the roots of her dreams no longer, they needed to be leashed. They stung her deep within for they were no longer mere thoughts nor fantasies, they were dreams bound to be reality. The took over her every step and words, they steered her will for reality was to be and all her dreams wanted was to be alive.

She knows the path to reality. The knowledge and tools she gathered and raging like a roaring fire is her will and might, for a tough road awaits her like the lady in the movie 20 years ago.

For it started with a movie a crazy movie not like by kids but little Lauren watched,
felt,
thought,
fantasized,
dreamed,
and went for it!!………

 

 

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