The wicked smile of contrition

She gladly opened the doors of her fragile ancient heart to civilization, it seemed like a gold cast wise maneuver of a powerful Queen. Shrieking with laughter, civilization swiftly went for the kill, looting and shooting down her generational widths of knowledge. What a tragedy, the lioness turned into a caged cat without crawls, her knife edged teeth became comatosed with fear.

Having her lungs befuddled by liquor of shame, how can she get back her stolen mantle? Can she uncover the crack on the Achilles heels of civilization?  Though still riding on the wings of lost glory, her beauty has not been stained by the filthy hands of colonialism, she is still as charming as moonlight dancing stars.

Certainly, one day she shall become great again, her fertile land would be even more endowed with the richest forms of natural and human resources abound on earth. A time would come when her blood thirsty eyes shall transform into pretty blue eye sockets of friendship and love.

FROM: BULUTUTU OZUAH

Fandango vs Facts: Would Trump pull through?

What's my take on this year's American presidential election? Honestly am a bit stunned by some of the utterances of Donald Trump. I hold him in high esteem, every thing about him beats my heart with happy curiosity. Donald Trump is no doubt a great man but I think that he has to get rid of the demons on his tongue before he can sit on the majestic throne of "Mr President".


Would he make a good president? The name Donald Trump has always been synonymous with success. Although, politics is a different ball game, his prosaic stance on some sensitive issues could crop up to be his worse undoing. Would changing into a latitudinarian give him the sacred mantle to become the President of the United states of America? I candidly don't think so.  Well, I still believe that Donald Trump has the needed raw potentials to be a strong leader.


The world awaits the new captain of the ship called America. It could be either Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton. God bless America.



FROM: BULUTUTU OZUAH

YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL

You are so beautiful, your angelic smiles has filled up my sadness ravaged face with joy. Each time i look into your eyes, the rushing winds of happiness envelopes every naked space in my heart.


 Before you came into my life, i was like a badly battered truck. You brought back sunshine to my life and killed my slough of despair. You painted my lips with kisses of success, it`s no longer news that i have become the handsome bridegroom of the East. All thanks to you.


The sweet embrace of your hands healed my wounds, my star now sits on the peck of the tallest mountain of achievers. My sweetie, you have turned me from a walking shadow of agonies into a darling charming Prince. I love you with an eternal love.



From: Bulututu Ozuah.

And it rained, the eyes of the skies turned blue with love

 As a deer pants for water, so does your heart cry out for an adequate dose of unfading love. Everybody wants to bath on a cool pool of beautiful affection spiced up with happiness. Unfortunately, so many relationships has been thrown down the cliff into smithereens.


Ideally, it takes two to tangle. There is absolutely no way you can have a Cindella love story if you do not have the bold heart to forgive and tolerate. There are no perfect relationships, yet we can create our own perfect love stories. Being a supercilious partner would only nail the coffin of your marriage, nothing good would ever come out of it.


Remember when it first rained in your heart, the skies in your soul turned blue with love. You were so blind that you could not see the ugly flaws of your lover. You thought without a pinch of doubts in your mind that what you felt in your heart was perhaps the most beautiful feeling ever. You swore eternal love to that imperfect mortal being. After just some few misunderstandings, you then became a doubting Thomas.


Do the best you can to make your relationships work. Rome was not built in a day, it takes an unimaginable amount of hard work to build a hulking height of success in your relationships. Cast aside your curmudgeon spirit because it would do you more harm than good.


Lastly, never allow these words "I am sorry" to become extinct on your lips. In the dictionary of love, the word "Sorry" is a healing balm. Love unconditionally, that is obviously the golden rule.



From: Bulututu Ozuah

IT'S NOT IMPOSSIBLE!!!

When my heart restored its diplomatic ties with my dreams, my vision clearly revealed a renovated twenty second century Empire State building inside my sub-consciousness. I once had only layers of shadows piling up inside my mortal head but now I can strikingly see bold mountains of smiling prosperity.


Have you ever been locked up inside the scary chambers of doubts? Hardship has a deadpan visage, your situation would only get worse when you allow the comatose friendly fingers of worries to bury your dreams.


Honestly, you cannot have it both ways, it is either you brace up to do battle with your problems like an army General or you cowardly stay down and drown inside the deep blue sea.


It took Thomas Edison over nine thousand and ninety nine failed attempts before he had the last laugh. It was never a day's job for him but the reward for his hard work and dexterity still lives on like an eternal sparkling star.


If you give up on your dreams, the sunlight of life would never be there for you anymore. Of what use is it when you buy a car of innovations just to dump it inside a garage of hopelessness? Bring back your smiles, fill it up with a ravishingly beautiful cloth of hope, wear it on your face and trample over your fears. You can make it, yes you can.


From: Bulututu Ozuah

My yesterday-My today-My future

Faith and hope are my staunchest allies, I still wear a brave look on my face because of those two dudes. Hope springs eternal strength when the eyes refuse to oblige to the bashing brows of obstacles.

Inside the besieged house of my pains, I fastened the sit belt of my courage and successfully grounded every crawls of grief. It's a new year, yet am still confronted with the apparition of my long and tedious journey to Mount Divine-Joy.

In for a penny, in for a pound. I have labored so hard, to quit is not an option. "May the dawn of another day give my heart the much needed respite from pains" echoes my soul. The beauty of success is simply being able to absorb the punches of the storms of life and still stand tall in glory.

2016 may be a mere figure but it would certainly be the year of my triumphant entry into the estate of stardom. My headache shall die a natural death very soon. All I have to do is to rejoice and make merry, my time of honor is now.

From: Bulututu Ozuah

When I was under the web of childhood

Then, I slept without seeing the gloomy face of tomorrow, the garrulous tongue of my heart was just a mute figure. This was long before the schizophrenia gloat of Mr. Obstacles, life was so beautiful and friendly. The reckless razor shaped teeth of the air had no bite, I could neither see nor perceive the smell of trouble. Basically, Bulututu Ozuah was then as happy as the singing birds of the skies.

Being under the web of childhood back then was simply an unforgettable experience of  joy and tranquility, no qualms at all, life was so good to behold. My home was a safe haven for all classes of homosapiens, we ate and drank happiness. Those days, our friends were as sweet as honey.

My beloved Nigeria was smiling economically, tribalism did not have the raw muscles to break the strong jaws of peace. Our currency had more fist than the American dollars. Ethnicity could not jump higher than a bungalow, indeed the future was looking ravishingly so handsome. We had the best brains under the roof of the skies.

Today has forgotten about the colorful dance of yesterday, a lot of things has fallen apart. When I was under the web of childhood, everything looked like a lovely tales by midnight.


From: Bulututu Ozuah