These winds assail me...
The black sheep of the assembly
My dreams seek wheels
But my heart is still;chilled
They see me stand tall
High above it all
I'm the scarecrow
In this Field of Despair...
Who would bring me down from this cross?
And lift this downing curse?
Who but you?
Only you!
You're the balm of a broken sole
Petrichor for the Parched Soul...
You're the sign of dawn...
On a night of storms...
So...
Hold me in your arms
As the earth holds the first leaf...
Let me nestle in you
As you teach me to trust my wings
Hold me...
I NEED YOU NOW...
Written in Glory and Despair...
Letters to A Unicorn
OIIE
11:5:16
Circa noon...
We have come to praise God
But all I want to do is praise you
Your face is the joy of morning
For I hope it brings forth Smiles
Smooth as a stream running
Or your hair on for miles
Your legs are like the road untraveled
Bearing endless joys unravelled
Such as your fingers
A long memory that lingers...
Your eyes bear the glint of élan
As the Opal waiting for dusk
A golden cob still in husk
A Princess awaiting a crown
We came to praise God
All I did was praise you...
Written in Awe
Inspired by The Lady I Do Not Know
Clasfon,NLS Bwari
2:8:15
Circa 4:00pm
Like ants we climb
Up this hill of life
Burdened by what we know not
Held aloft by twines of fate
Though our paths be washed away
On we trudge through the sludge
Though our belief may move and sway
In the end our success shall judge
What shall we see at the top?
Is there a top?
Do the Gods sit there and look upon us?
And make jest of our Sisyphus curse?
We know we cannot say
But what we can say we know
Come rain or snow
We shall find the bread for today
For we live for today!
Inspired by the Struggle...
Nnaemeka Ugochukwu
@IamTheEmeka
11:04:16
Circa 6pm
Everybody in the neighborhood knew Okechukwu was greedy. Everybody except Okechukwu himself. He never considered himself as greedy. He saw himself as a business man. A shrewd business man.
He knew people called him greedy. He knew they whispered and laughed when he opened his shop even on Easter Sunday. He knew his friends had called him aka gum when he had left the Catholic Church because the priest had made him a member of the launching committee for the new church building. And he did not mind that the pastor of his new church scowled at him whenever he put his well squeezed 20 naira into the offeeing basket (which happened to be all the time).Let him vex.
His friends laughed whenever he told them that none of the money they gave in church ever got to God's hands; all they had to do was look at the pastor's new car.
Let them laugh. They had also laughed when he had used the small money he had to buy the 8 by 6 foot container. Six months later, they were borrowing money from him.
He was not greedy. He was just a businessman with foresight. It was not his fault that other people did not have the kind of instincts he did. He always knew what was going to happen before it happened. Like when the bakeries had gone on strike. He had arranged to go to Minna and buy bread. That week, he had made a killing off bread alone.
Two days ago, He got wind that the pure water manufacturers were going on strike. He had quickly taken all the money he could lay his hands on and bought 500 bags of pure water. He had bought 200 cans for dispensers. So, when yesterday every other shop in the neighborhood had run out of water, he had hiked up his own prices. It was not greed, it was just good business acumen and foresight.
When the customer parked in front of the shop, Okey knew he was about to make a killing. He could always smell opportunity from a mile away. It had nothing to do with his big nose.
"Welcome Sir '
"Thank you. I want to buy water. These dispenser cans. How much?"
"It's 1000 sir"
"1000? haba na"
"Its what it is o. You know they're not producing again."
"OK. Gimme 5."
Okey smiled to himself. He hadn't expected that the man would agree to 1000. This one was an easy money. He quickly helped the man load the cans into the boot.
The man counted out ten 500 naira notes and handed them over. Okey kept smiling. Every money was ok to him, but mint was the best of all. He would keep it special and not spend it.
He pocketed the money. Another Maga just paid.
Outside,the customer got into his car and smiled. He dipped his hand into the glove box and counted the money there. At least he had managed to spend 5k of the counterfeit money he had bought from the mallams in Wuse last night.
I sat awake last night and thought of you
When stars abound and doubts were few
With an audience of fear you took thestage
Your face author, title and page
Last night I thought of you...
If the winds sang your name,
Would the mountains sway to the beat of your heart?
If flowers grew on this concrete,
Would you be a Rose?
Or a thorn for the groping heart
Quick to wound like Cupid's dart
Never to heal
Like a bite to an Achilles heal
Last night I thought of you...
If I brought you the moon on a string
Would you sit with me and watch the mountains sing?
If I made the clouds write your name
Would we write an ode to the rain?
Last night I thought of you...
If you read this
Would you understand
That last night I thought of you...
Of Love, Lust and Loss...
Written for She Who Must not be Named
NLS Bwari
Circa 10:10, 16:2:14
@IamTheEmeka
