Saturday, 31 May 2014

It's a Sunny Day...of Love

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!








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Sunday, 25 May 2014

Aye Aye Captain


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.

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Saturday, 24 May 2014

Echoes from the heart

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 beautiful cracks of light from a new day
Will bring the needed succor to the weary
Aye, let the heart rest awhile with hopes for a better day
A well deserved peace for the body, soul and heart so teary.

God alone is able to disperse sorrow and give peace to reckon
Go to Him, for the knees and sincere heart He often prefers
Soon all sufferings are forgotten as new hope beckons
From the Giver who thankfully doesn't defer.

*Dedicated to all the victims / families of the bomb blasts in Kano, Jos and Borno which claimed hundreds of lives this week alone.

*To everyone down in the dumps grappling with bleary situations, I say keep your head up for every new day brings fresh hope of a positive turnaround.






















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Saturday, 17 May 2014

Nanny Or Not...

 


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. 

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Mine & Yours


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
Every soul reading this fill with laughter
May You grant every broken soul
Your awesome gifts to console
As I remain thankful for mine.









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Saturday, 10 May 2014

Happy Mothers Day....#bringbackourgirls


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. 

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And the hunted becomes the hunter

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.

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