Times and times again...we dance!
around same thoughts n consideration of same fate.
times n times again same fate drives our desires..
bent over in thoughts unending.
brushed and brewed by time...harmonic tunes we hear
yet oblivious languages we speak.
my mind longs to laugh it all off...for life mayest find simplicity
can't go on without courage...courage found in simple smiles
smiles in times that sees no lies in our eyes.
just speake your heart and life would somehow and each time
find a place for your thoughts to lie
cos indeed its time

Evolution...

humid grass staining old torn jeans,crossed legs and bowing chest bended forth by admiration and surprise,moist lips ajar whispering out a sough of wonder,vulnerable neck pushed outward in the trembling air, cheeks glowing under the chilly light of a full moon catching sight of the vibrating world below,minds and ears, corpses and belifs, fantasies and lashes drown by enchanting vocalism,melody of shivers and harmony of sensations,spreading out from the squared green of the ancient naked cloister, blowing out from a live orchestrated charillon in the sleepy unpopulated night of men with no more sighs.

Intrinsic Humility

Two thursday afternoon ago a wrinkled 78years old farmer with clean bright blue eyes lightning on an open smile came in for a visit.He soon looked straight in my eyes for a while, glued my sight to his sight, fastened my hands to his and locked my attention with his memories and stories of all the strives and efforts he and his past wife had to go through their lives, swiching in my ears the singing voice of his 4 nephews running in an everlasting blossoming garden.I dove respectfully my inquiring eyes in his ones, drifted around, and moved upward with the clear milky image of a retinal scar almost blinding both eyes.He came when nothing could have been done, he didn't struggle asking for a therapy, he didn't moan, regret or complain, and couldn't understand my concern in trying to explain him how some recent device could help improve his vision. He accepted the name of his disease, thanked and stepped out with the same humble smile, wishing me a good day. I sit at my desk, surrounded by the corrosive light that comes after each summer storm, with a chilly air blowing through the curtains and bringing in the moaning of the wind through the trees.The lustrous green of wet grass and bushes brings energy to the day.I pray and wish everyone could live a life that could give him strenght and relief instead of agony and misery in case of pain.



By Elena Albe

In his own words...A perfection never to be recreated for am sure no woman has or will ever make me feel the way she does.My hnads reaches out in loving gesture as it runs the lenght of the groove of her back...as we lay, I discovered we've found the secrets of trust...we shared the same thoghts as if orchestrated and with thesame frustration we bore our feelings in our eyes; for our diasgreements were 'cos we couldn't be with each other as much as we'll love to...never because we doubt who we are. I longed to stretch out the hands of providence and bless her with the throne to whom I worship, the one to whom my life is devoted in its entirety to love and to protect, the only woman in whom my lacks are sate and my love is complete.

It

Sounds like a drum, beats with a rhythm, pulsates everytime we are excited and palpitates gravely each time our feelings are hurt, it bleeds life and sucks death out of us...its the first to throbe and the last to quit. it works while we are awake and never sleeps, its job is never tiring and sure never takes a leave...its the representation of Him in us ! It works alone and never needs a spare even though almost all others are in pairs. it is simple yet complicated.
The depth of health and wealth are felt in it....

YOUR SHADOWS LINGERS LONG EVEN WHEN THE SUN SETS ON THE UTMOST LOVE MY LIFE BEHELD, TEARS LINE MY EYES AND LAUGHTER TURNS TO SOBS...HEARTS POUND AND EMOTIONS WAIL BRIGHTER WERE THE DAYS MEMORIES OF BEAUTIFUL MOMENTS STREWN ALONG SERENE PATHWAYS ONLY YOU COULD HAVE BROUGHT BACK THE RHYTHM...THE RAIN THAT PRECEEDS YET A HARVEST OF TRANQUILITY.

That I wonder how many bright idears that at times sparkle in me and is blown out by the evil wind of discouragement,fear and procrastination. For these three enemies, I would have long arrived my destination.

Rules we muust break,laws we must bend, principles we provoke ...yet to live in harmony with others without cause I say is man's greatest virtues.

No single sentence has ever meant so much as it does

but each time repeated,it is as new as diamond,as costly as a soul, as beautiful as the evening sunset,as priceless as life itself if only it is real and true...again

'I love you '

By each knowledge acquired, we polish our lives just as every glittering carrat improves the worth of a diamond so shall we be worth more.

1. THAT LOVE HURTS AND SOOTHS ARE THE VERY BEAUTY OF IT...!

2. COWARDS RAISE DUST WHEN TRIALS POUR. HE WHO IS BRAVE WOULD BY THE DIPPING OF HIS SOUL IN SIMMERING TIMES FIND TRUE COMMITMENT.

3. WITH GREAT DESIRES COMES PASSIONATE SACRIFICES ...ITS NOT TRAGIC TO DIE FOR WHAT YOU LOVE.

4. I DO THE THINGS I DO AND SAY THE THINGS I SAY BECAUSE I AM ME, SO DON'T EXPECT ME TO FIT INTO YOU 'COS WE ARE DIFFERENT.

To every woman who pulled through the staggering labor pains,... every woman who endured the pangs and aches of pushing forth a child either alive or still-born, on whose countenance was found both agony and restless joy... who gave suckle to tender mouths. Who did not brew nor cooked but from the aboundance of their natural love became fountains of sustainance for a helpless baby and through them flowed milks of life. Each of those true mothers who cried through the nights without peace, without a promised certainty that all was well, who sought protection for the life of the unborn with every suplicative word that doth humble God's heart and causes his compassion to reighn over both.
Even when their lives was at stake, their faith was unfettered, their belief was unwavering and their hope grew in strength. Indeed, every one of those marshals who give birth to Doctors,nurses,lawyers,presidents and kings alike yet retain their humble seats in the affairs of life...without who existence would halt and humanity will be extinct. Without whose constant devotion and tireless attention...withouth whose canes, pusnishments and advices I would not be moulded into the man I am...memories of the burning sun bearing down on her back as she toiled in the farmyard to eke out our "daily bread"...indeed they are the first god that we see and the true proof of creation, in whose woumb God built amazing stables for life.
Those little smile, those moments when I bit half of the meat from your lips and shared your meal cos I wasn't sate, every of those nights when you tuck me in and cover me with your wrapper, each of those toddler days you thought me how to bathe, found the holes in my knicker and sewed my shirts, every of those seasons that it never occured to me mums wear christmas clothes.
How much more can I say...I miss my mother yet for every of you mothers alive.
My greatest affection goes to you. Thank You!

A FAMILIAR STORY!

OUR DESTINY IS NOT MEASURED BY OUR ACCOMPLISHMENTS NOR OUR WEALTH BUT BY THE SIMPLE BUT FORMIDABLE FAITH IN WHAT WE BELIEVE WOULD BE AND BY THE UNIQUE STORY OF THAT TRANSITION.THE BELIEF THAT TOMORROW WOULD BE FAR GREATER THAN YESTERDAY…THE ECHOES OF YET A FUTURE ENGRAVED IN NOT ONLY OUR MINDS BUT A PLACE CALLED SUCCESS AND A LAND CALLED REALITY…AS WE WALK THE PATHWAYS OF HOPE, AS THE TEARS DRIP AND GOOSE-BUMPS ENVELOPE OUR BACKS IN AWE OF THOSE WHO TELL A FAMILIAR STORY. A STORY WE KNOW MANY BEFORE US HAVE TOLD… WE BRACE OURSELVES FOR A NEW DAWN, BOW OUR HEADS AND HUMBLE OUR HEARTS IN SUPLICATION BIND OUR DETERMINATION IN STEEL FOR SURE IT WILL BE DONE!

THE RAPE OF A PEOPLE!

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BOLTED TO MY IMAGINATION ARE THE SEA OF MEMORIES AND THE INNUMERABLE TIMES I RECOUNT THEM, TIMES WHEN I WOKE UP BEFORE DARKNESS WALKS AWAY FROM LIGHT... TOOK A BATH WITH LESS THAN A LITTER OF WELL WATER, HALF RUNNING AND HALF DRESSING UP...DONW THE STREETS I WALK BRISKLY! ECHO NAVIGATING MY WAY THROUGH THE DARKNESS,HALF AFRAID I MIGHT DASH MY FEET AGAINST A STONE OR A BROKEN BOTTLE USED TO LANDFILL THE ROADS...i WAS USED TO THE PUTRIDE SMELL OF THE LAGOS GUTTERS. APPROACHING THE BUS STOP WAS THUNDEROUS BLARRINGS OF THE HORN AND PEOPLE SCREAMING THE DESTINATIONS...I WOULD HAVE TO CHASE MY LINOUSINE ONE MILE DOWN THE STREET BEFORE I COULD FIND INCHES OF SPACE TO LOG ONE LEG IN AND HANG WITH ONE HAND, HALF IN AND HALF OUT...SITTING ON THE FENCE BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH COS IF MY HAND GOT TIRED AND I LET GO, THE ASHPHALT WOULD GLADLY EMBRACE ME! AMIDST THE CHAOS CAME LAMENTATIONS OF A KINGDOM TO COME AND A SAVIOUR WHO DIED FOR WHAT WE 'DO SUFFER...AS PROCLAIMED BY THE PREACHER WITHIN. I HAVE HEARD THOSE LINES SO MUCH SO IT WALKS THROUGH AN EAR AND LEAVES THROUGH THE OTHER, I WAS ALMOST ALWAYS CONTEMPLATING IF GOD KNEW WE EXISTED ON HIS EARTH.THE MANY LIVE IN SLUMS AND WAKE UP EARLY ENOUGH TO RELIEVE OTHERS ACCROSS THE MARINA WHERE THE FEW RICH NEVER CRIES!LIVING IN TWO WORLDS SIDE BY SIDE..A PEOPLE WHO EVERYDAY IS STRIPPED OF THEIR DIGNITY AND REPEATEDLY RAPED OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN BY ITS GOVERNMENT, A FEW ELITE WHO INDEED HAVE HARDLY ANY CARE FOR THE RIVERS THAT BLEED CRUDE OIL AND TAKES AWAY THE LIVELYHOOD OF A PEOPLE, FARMLANDS THAT ARE DRUNK WITH FOUNTAINS OF BLACK GOLD SHIPPED TO THOSE WHO NEED TO SUSTAIN LIFE AND IN RETURN PAY BACK WITH MARE EXISTENCE!THE CHILDREN WALK MILES TO FIND THE NEAREST SCHOOLS, SCHOOLS WHERE ONE MAY SEE THE HEAVENS THROUGH ITS ROOF WHILE LEARNING TO BREAK FREE FROM THE CRUSHING HANDS OF POVERTY...!SHE WEEPS AS SHE IS RAPED, WHEN HER KIDS ARE AWAKENED BY HER SCREAMS AND DARE TO SPEAK OUT, THEY ARE FETTERED OR MUDERED. PROGRESS AND SUCESS AND HOPE COUGHT THE LAST BUS OUT OF TOWN...FOR THE INJUSTICE OF A PEOPLE DONE TO THEIR OWN BLOOD BY THEIR OWN ROOTS...HMMMMMM YET SHE LIE AWAKE STILL BREATHING GIVING BIRTH TO SECTIONAL UPRISINGS IN DIFFERENT CORNERS OF THE HOUSE, PEOPLE MUDER OTHERS FOR MARE CHANGE, KIDS RUN ALONG ON THE FREEWAYS..ALONGSIDE TRUCKS AND VEHICLES WITH 30 CENTS WORTH OF BREAD TO EKE OUT DAILY SURVIVAL. YET SHE SLEEPS WITH AN EYE OPEN IN FEAR OF THE NEXT ROUND OF ABUSE OR EVENTUAL DEATH...SHE HAD SCREAMED ENOUGH FOR THE WORLD TO PAY ATTENTION, YET THOSE WHO ARE DRESSED IN ALLURING CLOTHING AND SITS BEHIND OAK AND CIDAR TABLES FAR AWAY IN THE WEST ARE TOO FAR TO HEAR THE ECHOES OF HER LAMENTATION, EVEN WHEN THEY KNOW THE MESSAGES, THEY PAY NO HEED COS THE POWER FOR THAT CHANGE WE TALK ABOUT ARE SOURCED FROM HER LOINS...THE ENERGY THAT SUSTAINS HER ADDICTION ARE SOURCED FROM EACH EPISODE OF HER RAPE!EVEN WITH ALL THAT SURROUND ME, I DARE NOT FORGET MY ROOTS FOR THERE WAS NO BETTER PLACE I COULD HAVE BEEN BORN THAN WITHING HER HOUSE...NIGERIA,THE MOST DIVERSE OF PEOPLE,THE MOST EDUCATED BLACK NATION ON EARTH, THE MOST RESOURCEFUL PEOPLE AFRICA COULD EVER BOAST OF,SURELY THE RICHEST...YET A PEOPLE LIVING WITH THE PAINS OF CONTIUOUS RAPE! DARE TO FORGET!...

ENDLESS BLUES N ME..!

BUCKLE MA FAITH, FEED MA SOUL WITH AN ENDLESS DREAM...AN IMAGINATION OF PLACES I 'VE NEVER BEEN. SITTING AND CONSIDERING THE SKIES...BEYOUND THE FIRMAMENT, THE 'REQIYA' OF PURE ROMANCE... RENAISSANCE OF BLOOMING SMILES, TRIBUTES TO VENUS... AN INVITATION TO VALENTINE, THE BEAUTY OF DESIRING TO BE A FOOL IN THE PRESENCE OF RUDE LOVE. ...."ASK NOT FOR MY HAND, TAKE ME VERY RUDELY OUTA NORMS HANDS AND LOVE ME VERY GENTLY...SHE BECKONS!" FOR OUR SHADOWS ARE MEANT TO BE ONE JUST AS OUR DESTINY WEDS EACH OTHER...MEMORIES ARE NOT WHERE YOU HEART BELONGS...ITS COLD ALL AROUND US, BREEZE WHEEZES BY AS WE SIT N WATCH THE STARS MAKING WISHES THAT WE PRAY WOULD BE...BRAVE ENOUGH TO BE FOOLS IN THE AWESOME PRESENCE OF CUPID...HANDS WRAPPED AROUND EACH OTHER WE DRIFT AWAY FROM THE PRESENT WORLD TO A PLACE WE BOTH FEEL SO DEEPLY BUT CANNOT SEE...THE BLUES THAT OUR HEARTS DANCE TO, THE BUTTERFLIES WE BOTH FEEL...MOMENTS WHEN TIME MATTERS NOT AND WE VIOLATE EVERY RULE!JUST LIKE THE CLEAR WATERS UR EYES TELL ME MORE THAN A MIRROW CAN SHOW, UR HEART WARMS ME MORE THAN A HOME CAN FEEL,MY HEART SMILES ALONG WITH MY BEING, EVERY SPARKLE IN UR EYES IS TRUE FOR U MAKE ME DRUNK JUST GAZING IN UR EYES... IS IT VICTORY OR IS IT VICTORIA... I FINALLY SEE THROUGH UR SOUL FOR THE PASSIONS WE HAVE EMBARASSES THE FLAMES FROM THE SUN!...EVEN IF IT LASTS BUT FOR A MINUTE, A DAY OR FOREVER, LET IT BE WRITTEN THAT I CAME CLOSE TO HEAVEN THROUGH THE EYES OF UR LOVE...ITS THE BLUES MY HEART SINGS!

QUIET STORM..!

My knees brings my needsbe it work or the clock that hangs...over my faith..ticking away without carefor the beats in me...the beats in me, know no other way to feed my heart than to let go of beats behind. each new beat reminds me of life it needsno need for a bridge betwixt then and nowfor the beats in me are throbbings of life in methe me u'll know n the me u know are same mefor life is life and alive in me.hold no memories of life i didnt need,for my needs are in me...just bend my kneesand my needs are met,for my battles are not for the clock to tick a beatspeak to me for the heat n me takes the sleep away, my knees are bent for the last need in me...the faith in medo need the seed in u !

SEASONS N THOUGHTS!

AROUND ARE MANY REASONS TO GIVE THANKS...TO EACH ONE WHO KICKED AND PUNCHED FOR THE EFFORTS BEATS US INTO SHAPE...SEASONS PAST AND IT ALL MELTS AWAY, BUT FOR THE ONE THAT NEVER STRUGGLED FAITH HATH LESS REWARDS...WE VALUE NOT LAUGHTER IF WE KNEW NOT PAIN, THE EXPECTED IS SURE FOR LIFE DEMANDS COMFORT...EXTRAORDINARY BECOMES SUBJECT TO THOSE WHO DARE!...DARE TO THINK..., MAN COULD FLY, DARE TO TRY, SLAVES BECOME LEADERS...DARE TO HOPE , DREAMS COME TRUE...WHO I AM IS THE PRODUCT OF MY FAITH, WHO I BECOME IS WHAT I DARE.! NOT JUST ANOTHER SEASON TO WEATHER BUT ONE TO LOOSE ONESELF AND DARE TO FIND OUR SOULS TRUELY FULFILLED!

WHAT PROOF..?

What proof for the depth of our heartWhen harmony makes magic sparks instantly…What proof for truth ...when the gaze in our eyes resemble no lie…What proof for intentions… ...when our thoughts recite same linesWhat proof for reality...when your heart sees mine…What proof for where my journey began...when you knew my wrong steps…What proof for destiny...when we sing the same tunes…What proof for passion ...when we ignite fires in little thingsWhat proof for respect...when our eyes tell all What proof for safety ...when we wrapped our arms around usWhat proof for love ...when we keep each other’s heart warmwhat proof for pride ...when we find simplicity in each thingwhat proof for happiness ...when we didn’t find the world in our worldwhat proof for good...when the trumpets already bickerwhat proof for hope ...when we both look toward heavenwhat proof for us ...when our language is unspoken by anywhat proof for togetherness...when its truly just us...what proof for its beauty ...when we poise to work it out patientlywhat proof for a seed ...when our knees break, our heads bow and our souls beseech for sweet lasting joy....that alone is our proof.

Mirage!

His smiles puntuates my heartbeat...he does wonders with his stares, it evokesthe uttermost being in me, Strong as steel and unbending to mortal cravings are His will...I forget existence and life is meaningless...like the vast mirage that envelopes the dunes of saharamy words and thoughts echoes in my head like beastly thunderthe memories of times when i slept calmly with the greatest assurance of love right between those strong arms, uncertaintiesknew not my name and I was blessed, lucky,happy,sweetly joyful...like a sitting n singing dove...beyound beautiful memories of u are the many prayers ,questions and wonderings that my heart hath done for ur sake amidst plenty tears that runneth like brooks...U gave me life and a soul with it,still it was not enough, ur many sweatsgave me text books, toys and a happy life too, never enough, u gave my dreams wings and dared me to soar far above u...patiently, u raised meto be the man I am today,not a tatoo on my skin, not a piercing in any part of menot a foul language on my lips cos the fear of hurting the confidence u reposed n medisciplines me.Tears freely flow for I have no control of it anymore...For the last time in life, I cease to call u daddy and hope u would answer at the other end of the phone...! They are the most difficult lines I ever wrote cos I dont even knowwhat to say or where to begin to express myself, but I hope u read this Dad...I hope!Much more than I could ever know how to say" I LOVE YOU DAD! I DO the greatest inspiration flowed through you as much as life itself for u preserved meSetting all ur aspirations aside to raise us was ur most enduring joy...All that i came to bewould never be without u...why He took u so soon I don't know, If I could, I would give my life in exchange so u may stay to enjoy one of us...ur soul was not just gentle, it was humble!I would have given my last breath to hear ur final words Dad.................It is cruel! but whom do i blame and who can reverse the hand of time? i hope u talk to me as u would...I speak into space hoping u are listening, I write, hoping u are reading beside me...I try smiling,knowing u would want me to be strong Dad, I am Dad but the tears wount let go of me....! Everything in life seem to remind me of u Dad!It is indeed so lonely...I hope u speak to me...call me "nna" like u always do cos I miss u so terribly already Daddy! Please talk to me or take me with u...! This feeling is strange to me...I hope it passes when I wake, I hope I see u when am home...

TWILIGHT MOMENT

When seasons comes and walks on past,When the heavens brew and overflow..When the thunders find heavy voices…When the earth sweat endlessly …When the trees dance in common unison,When the firmament is angered…When the oceans leaps and swallowsWhen the sun finds a hiding placeWhen the moon retires from our dreams…When roses loose their scents…When life find but shattered promises…When you sit still and watch the world…With a broken spirit you did glanceWhen hearts throbs against your bones…When tears find u in unguarded momentsWhen it flows without end like a riverWhen u find none to hold your hands…When seasons comes back around…Just like it’s been unending…and I close my eyesResting still and remember not the hurts, the laughter,the blue skies, nor the beautiful smiles of playing kids,nor of the emptiness of a busy and material worldWhen I blink no more… just as they have walked on before meWhen that story of mine is summarized my friends…Not in gold, marble or precious anything but mare stonesLet the tablets read…”Here lies a simple heart that was neitherrich nor poor but scouted the earth forJust a simple spirit willing to shareA common destiny that’s warm, true and loving”

MIRROR OF ATTRACTION

In Chemistry, Atoms bonded by orbiting elements…In Physics, opposite poles attract…In Biology, sperms fights for the egg…In life reality chases strict patterns…Imaginations always seek to exist…Illusions are more believable…In relationships, we always attract our kind…In affairs, we seek who mirrors our desires…In marriages, it has never stopped being complicated…In devotion, Promises are almost always broken…In love, beautiful emotion always gives birth to excruciating pain…In attraction, someone always does the chasing…In generation, the new are born and the old must die…In friendship, we must disagree before a common ground is found…In trust, someone often betrays a secret…In success, we must first conquer fear n lazy bones…In faith, you must doubt before you believe…In suitors, you kiss many wrongs before the right…In living, there are more questions than answers…In children, we are almost always scared of every step…In achievement, greater feats have been done by a few among us…In anger, we think faster but never clearer…In conversations, we often forget to make our point after listening…In carnal passion, our eyes are never needed…In happiness, we almost always forget lasting joy…In the heart, is found the dirtiest place yet the most beautiful…find laughter in little things and love in unknown places,seek not freedom cos u have it in u,fight for nothing and dont trust if u have not prepared for rude awakenings...but believe only one thing...what u see n feel! Ifits love,share it n time it wills save u lasting hurt ..dont ask why after for there is a lesson u should learn, ask why before! Find ur type and never ask why he or she is wrong cos u are attracted to what ur life mirrors!

HER MIND!

Enclosed in her thoughts with all dedication…unraveling the secrets of her ever revolving mind. Capturing moments, gestures, faces, and behaviors…even common nods and piecing them together, hoping that her mind would find a clue to how it all evolves. Pieces of the puzzle seem to pursue illusion, with no grasping understanding fading before her mind’s eye. From the depth of her thoughts she lifted her head and slowly fixated her eyes on him, smiled...an incomplete grin that signaled defeat for she yet did not complete the puzzle this time.Very hilarious in her unbending cunning principles, always fiddling between two coasts of her mind, reading yours before you make ‘em up and helping you navigate the courses she had predetermined you would walk with her. If a piece of the puzzle falls before she completes it, she would source it from your mind by asking with a sweet voice as always “did you remember the first kiss hon’!?...what was it you said to me that day?”…or I remember when we got married. Archived in the library of her heart is every event with details that explains them. How could she forget anything even in the rumps of steamy sex? It’s never an antidote to forget but the easiest button to push if you so desire a recount of the last election and the statistics. Bend my mind with the mallet of your tongue and drive the love into me with every affectionate “sweetie!” don’t forget to fold me neatly and lay me in the crib where your mind forever sees me as a baby and your heart controls my every will. If you ever set me free in your thoughts and accept the man I am…dews would have caused the very strands on your back to rise and love would freely flow through every crack and cranny of your being with the creamiest of delightful me.

MIRROR OF ATTRACTION

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In Chemistry, Atoms bonded by orbiting elements…In Physics, opposite poles attract…In Biology, sperms fights for the egg…In life reality chases strict patterns…Imaginations always seek to exist…Illusions are more believable…In relationships, we always attract our kind…In affairs, we seek who mirrors our desires…In marriages, it has never stopped being complicated…In devotion, Promises are almost always broken…In love, beautiful emotion always gives birth to excruciating pain…In attraction, someone always does the chasing…In generation, the new are born and the old must die…In friendship, we must disagree before a common ground is found…In trust, someone often betrays a secret…In success, we must first conquer fear n lazy bones…In faith, you must doubt before you believe…In suitors, you kiss many wrongs before the right…In living, there are more questions than answers…In children, we are almost always scared of every step…In achievement, greater feats have been done by a few among us…In anger, we think faster but never clearer…In conversations, we often forget to make our point after listening…In carnal passion, our eyes are never needed…In happiness, we almost always forget lasting joy…In the heart, is found the dirtiest place yet the most beautiful…find laughter in little things and love in unknown places,seek not freedom cos u have it in u,fight for nothing and dont trust if u have not prepared for rude awakenings...but believe only one thing...what u see n feel! Ifits love,share it n time it wills save u lasting hurt ..dont ask why after for there is a lesson u should learn, ask why before! Find ur type and never ask why he or she is wrong cos u are attracted to what ur life mirrors!

Make It real

Its been long in the making, way longer in the mind and even longer in my dreams...but what brings it all so close is the reality that this blogg has finally been created and we can all make the light shine in and reveal our deepest most precious imaginations...allowing our hearts to give birth to our dreams as they mature in us and most especially described in our words here...lets blog-on and find new and exciting horizons to break through. You are welcome!

Uchenna G Anyanwu