The Ramblings of A Nigerian Mom

I feel Your warmth envelope me A zillion spidery arms in the hazy morn Meandering the long road with eyes slightly dim I breath Your touch as I'm held road borne! This feeling of soft feelings so mutual In depth, deeper than the deepest ocean Swishing in the air without being frugal Forever lost in the soothingly warm motion! Your soft and broad chest over me suspend Shielding from harm with compassion so strong Your unselfish love I would never comprehend To rise in splendor for me moving mountains along! Nowhere from your love would I ever flee Your loving kindness like sweet creamy honey  Dripping from my ravished tongue like a bee No yummy wads in the till, but the days are again sunny! © Biolaleye and Ramblings of A Nigerian Workahomom, 2014. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material or any other material on this site without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. E

ALL HAIL THE CLASS CAPTAIN Him: Mummy, I am the class captain .  He proudly announced as he wheeled his bag out of the class, his lil brother following close on his heels. Me: Oh my, I'm so very happy . *hugs in the school reception hall*. More hugs. Hi10. My lil man now wears the cap of leadership over his 14 subjects, just like uncle Jona wears his inside Aso Rock.

How beautiful to watch the morn daily grope With the amber of the retreating dawn To bid farewell to the dawn and speak of hope Within the warm breeze of the early morn Hope is fickle, neither here nor there For the hearts of the weary in their weak state See, peace has decided to strip the needy bare Laying unknowingly all hopes of a good day to waste. Though the cracks of the new day still speak aloud Through bright rays of the warm early sun While laying eternal claims on it's victims already bowed Yet, nature must it's course swiftly run The whispers of the lost floats on the wings of the wind My heart echoes these albeit far away and helpless Singing and begging for deliverance hitherto declined As despair ravages the land ever so relentless My heart glances back to how things bloom A tapestry of peaceful co-existence now forgotten Lost within the spates of senseless booms Depleting the ever diminishing numbers carefully crafted Maybe the beautifu

  Source   This vital subject would definitely come up at least once in every new parent's mind, especially working mums. I mean the 3 months maternity leave (obtainable in Nigeria) flies by so very fast, faster than Bolts. 

They bully They rally They scream Their eyes gleam With the brightness of life Deeper goes my head into the laptop Lest I become a big-mummy flop While I pretend to be too engrossed To be affected by the chaos now embossed Robbing of the desired quietude within Not one given to dramatics But I still crave time for personal antics Yet nothing would make me decline An offer to bond with these ones I call mine Every moment well-scripted lines in time But I do wonder if they are truly mine Though they were once shielded by my spine All of me being poured into the nurturing A very careful preparation for the maturing Before being expelled to make their foray onwards Doesn't the word say they are His heritage? Rewards from the throne of grace into marriages They are gifts merely entrusted into earthly care For a time to watch, guide and keep from every snare However, I am glad to still call them mine, albeit for a time. Now I call on You as a daughter Ever

Very recently, I have been feeling the full thrust and pressures of motherhood through happenings in my life and around me.  Think the #bringbackourgirls movement.  The missing girls are still not found. Heaven knows their condition and the situation they are in right now. I wonder whether all of them are okay, whether they are still together even though there has been speculations of all of them being split up and sold into neighboring countries. Now who does that? I mean who is so warped in this day and age to start kidnapping, selling and buying human beings? If you ask me... I wonder what they are being put through and the mental and physical burdens and pressures they must be bearing. 

A forlorn gaze at the clear sky Hosting birds sweetly flapping their wings Not a care in the world for the wry Happily occupied with his blings. A second gaze at the birds Reminds one never to despair Alas, the rising dirges Drowns every feelings of cheer. The custodian unbeknown to him Reclining upon his loyals' bossom While Suffering no sight so dim Only a detachment from the doom. How long shall he dally While his people needlessly fall? Amidst the confusion up his alley Clear proof of an unprepared call. A little more sleep A little more slumber Until loud wailing the land sweep And the hunted becomes the hunter How long shall we pray Amidst so much inaction? Waiting for the big brothers to sway And help #bringbackourgirls. When shall the custodians be awaken From their drowning slumbers? Unto the realities of the stricken And save the hunted from the hunters.