KILLING ME SOFTLY WITH YOUR SMILES

I hopped out of my interwoven depression when i heard your voice inside the innermost chamber of my heart. I had lived in  "Agony's Paradise" for ages, until it dawned on me that the clock did not tarry even for a brief moment to wait for me. My aspirations and ambitions had both died broken down and mediocre until you breezed into the foot path of my destiny. My life changed automatically immediately your voice rang through my nervous system.

My sweet sunshine, you have resurrected my dead bones. Suddenly, the eyes of the world are now on me. My ambitions are now as big as Sicily, the largest island in the Mediterranean. Wearing a happy smile is still odd to my grief stricken visage because i had lived so many days without seeing the charming oval visage of Dr. Prosperity. Is this a dream? A fleet of SUV cars and Royce roux are sitting idle in my garage, waiting for instructions. You are really killing me softly with your smiles. I had lived in a dark and dank dungeon of hopelessness for many years, accustomed to failures and hardship. It would take a while for me to get use to the passionate kisses of success, yes it would take a bit of time's patience.

FOOD FOR THOUGHT

Vale Of Tears Pulls Down An Iroko Tree- In Memory Of The Legendary Ihesiaba Solomon Ozuah (1932-2018)

I saw death in his eyes
As they shone brightly but pale.
I didn't know it was death
Until it struck without a dent of mercy....
I was left shocked and morose.......
No! It couldn't have happened
But it did.........
Painful it was and still is......
Only tears and pains come from such remembrance.
Now i wish it did not happen!
But i have to live with it now......
It did happen!
Lord, take this pain away.
It discomforts me.......
Let me feel free.......
Free from pain once again.

Though my heart has been slayed by Mr. sorrow,
I'm still glad that you have safely sailed
Over to a better place.
A land where the Sun smiles with the moon
And pampers the soil with an uncountable showers
Of happiness enmeshed in a garment of immortality.

GOOD MORNING MR. TOMORROW

Yesterday was my darling, she breezed into the corridors of my destiny with a variety of spices garnished with the breathe of hope. I thought that she would give birth to a beautiful child before the clouds would go to sleep.

Once again, i was wrong, trusting had always been the habit of my heart. Though i had gotten blotto with the vibrant strides i had made in the land of dreams, i am still thankfully to still be alive to dream more and struggle more. I don't see my date with disappointments as a set back, i see it as a spring board to something greater and bigger.

Good morning Mr. Tomorrow, i sincerely hope that you would fall deeply in love with my hard work. May you see the genius in me and toss me up for the world to see. I have waited for you all my life and i am confident that you would never feed my path with thorns. You are my guarantee of a better deal with time. I can hold my head high in the midst of today's tribulations because i know that you would be waiting with me with open arms to embrace me with the sweetest fruits of breakthrough. All my fears are dead, i see no more lions in the thick forest of my destiny. You shall crown me with a diamond of great achievements. Thanks so much my love for coming to my aid and making my life as beautiful as the rainbow.

AFRICA :"CRIPPLED BY THE KISSES OF FAILURE"

Today is smiling, its sourpuss nature has refused to sprinkle the seed of mercy on the fertile sweats of the poorest of the poor. Africa was once grazed with the emblem of global authority, yet the stars of this great continent have been weakened by the shekels of Europe and the absurd blessings of the American culture.  We have sold our destinies for a mere plate of foreign porridge, even the whispers of our birds now dance to the tunes of the Whiteman's flute.


Our generational romance with bad leadership is as legendary as the Sahara desert, the foolishness of our past and present leaders have remained glued to the DNA of our unborn babies,  the future is about to feature so many imbecile leaders on the seats of authority. Now is the only chance we have to remove the craven hoof of our unborn leaders and replace them with a selfless clothed soul


We all long for a better Africa with a plethora of leaders of integrity. Tomorrow would reveal if and when our golden geese would lay those desired eggs that would transform Africa into a continent of innovative and intellectual champions. Yes, there is hope, even though we are confidently inside the drainage of hopelessness. I sincerely believe that Africa would rise again and rule the world.

THE INCREDIBLE TEARS OF A GREAT MAN

When the rose drifted afar, the sun began to brag with the moon in a show of superiority. These words are mere nuts yet they are as blue as the beautiful dreams of Mr Yesterday. Nothing sounds better than the groans of a victorious soldier, he was a nobody before he became a somebody.

If I had wings, I would  have scaled over Mount Everest just to smile with the vicious winds of the clouds. I came aboard Mother Earth to conquer the tides of Fate, not to be bitten by the premolar teeth of fear and failure. Mr fear grabbed me by the scruff of my iconic neck, allowing failure to cripple my limbs. Am I defeated or have I been defeated? My index finger seems to be grasping for the air of authority. Even a great man is a mortal being, man would never be able to defeated the undefeatable storms of destiny.

Anger is just a demon controlled by

 the sounds of emotion, you drown and fall when it steals your sense of reasoning. My heart is smiling and crying with dexterity, no stretched forth hands and a zero handkerchief for this gladiator, not even the kisses of success can heal my wounded heart.

THE GREATEST CARRY THE GREATEST BURDENS

Not all of us have the guts to climb the highest hurdles in life and wear the mantle of greatness like a shield of glory. It is not an easy task to stand in front of the blinking eyes of the whole world, the journey to stardom could as well be the journey into the valley of depression.

Have it ever occurred to you that the great men and women of yesterday and today carry the heaviest burdens life has stocked inside the silos of mortality? A lot of people would definitely pray to sit and dine with the "Greats" of this world, they see them as mortals with brandish skins of immortal achievements. Unfortunately, being at the top has its own baptism of woes and pains. The presumed kings/Queens are not immune from the slaying heats of worries, the burdens they carry inside their chest cavities are as painful as a scorpion's sting.

The Lilliputian smiles of those we perceive as great people may just be a mere advertisement stunt to deceive the eyes of the ordinary mortals. Sweet eulogies can be bought with riches, don't wish to be like someone else. Just be grateful for the awesome peace you have, not all great men/women have the privilege of enjoying an unstained peace of mind because they carry the greatest amours of worries inside their expensive hearts.