I’ll tell you secret….

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I’ll tell you a secret about their lives

number one got his heart broken

by a woman he loved so

now he won’t love again

what a shame

Number two has heard it rough

with the man she thought she loved

he put his hands on her

slept with all her friends

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Number three has got kids

who are trying to get rid of her by all means

she can’t put her eyes to sleep

just so she doesn’t fall into an eternal slip





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Number four lost 4f42094a4d86356ad897f5899aa91121 brother

Number four lost his limbs

fighting for what he believed

when he went back to his country

they forgot what he did for their sake

sad story indeed


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The reason why….

I was still stuck with you

is because i didn’t have a choice

wait i did but i didn’t know what to do with it

because i thought you loved me


i did what i did  was because

i assumed that i had a fighting chance

for our love or so it thought

come to think of it now i don’t get it myself


i have these scars

is  because i dared to love

the wrong person mind you

thank’s by the way for letting me know


You are so miserable right now

is because you thought i didn’t matter then

turns out i was the best one for you

only its too late to come back now

goodbye old love.


The one i knew…..

I get in this restaurant and let my eyes roam then my eyes settle on  her and i  sigh. She is as beautiful as ever  even more than i remember. I walk up to her unsure of what to say. She looks up at me and offers a wide green. This is unexpected considering where we left off. She is sweet and stands up to greet me. It is then that i notice she’s pregnant. I am not disappointed, well i am a little bit but it doesn’t stop me from taking her all in. Her perfume dances around my nose. It’s faint and sweet, i think i have hugged her a little too long , i let go.

She welcomes me to join her and ushers me to a sit across hers. She goes like’ how are you?’ i say fine but that isn’t really the truth. ‘ How is Ruth,’ she asks. I look at her to see if she’s being sarcastic but her face tells of true concern. ‘I really don’t know we’ve been apart for sometime,” she smiles sadly’ I am sorry about that,” Ah yes Ruth she was her best friend while we were still together. While she was calm, dependable and caring Ruth was the complete opposite she was a wild bird . She loved to take risks and push all the buttons. He had been young then and felt drawn to her more. He didn’t know exactly how it started but they were soon having an affair.

They knew it was wrong but there was just this spark about it that they couldn’t resist. One day she comes to his place without notice to surprise him then instead he gives her the surprise of her life. She looks at them as tears roll down her cheeks. Hers is a tale of pain and disappointment but mostly hurt. My thoughts are cut short when she asks ”so how are you really doing?” I open up to her incredibly. She always had that effect on me. I talk about my job which  i really hate, about how i want a change but there is really this fear that’s holding me  back. She nods in understanding . I ask about her life and she tells me about what she’s doing. I am impressed at her achievements . For a young person  she has achieved what most wouldn’t have even in two lifetimes. I am about to ask about her pregnancy when a man comes in towards us. He is muscular and has a sculpted face. From the dressing i can tell he is a big deal. She smiles at him as he leans in to give her a peck on the cheek. ” Derek meet my husband, Nick,” is smile but in real truth i am about to throe up. He offers me a handshake. He takes a sit right next to her and whispers something into her ear, she laughs heartily. I feel like an intruder but their something else i can’t stand it. I excuse myself and take my leave as i head out towards the door i take her in one last time, she responds to the gesture by smiling at me then turns to the man right next to me. Somewhere in  me the smile lingers from the past with nostalgic feelings of knowing that she’ll remain someone i once knew.

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The Four Paintings

We all knew him Barry. He was a short man with very untidy hair. We loved him, in truth none of us knew him well enough. He was not keen on discussing his personal life but he was a good fellow, Barry.(it was no secret that Eleanor, a plump pleasant looking waitress who served in the restaurant where Barry loved to eat crushed on him). Barry really never noticed. He always seemed to be in a hurry to do something.

He was quiet which was a good thing. For those of us who loved to talk we found Barry an empathetic listener. He never said much in return  and we stopped probing when we found out that he didn’t give out much no matter how hard you tried. That morning the vicar summoned us urgently. It was rare since we are such a procedural community. Plans have to made even fro calling a meeting. When he informed us of his demise everyone went quiet. No one really knew what to say. The fact that he had been found hanging from his ceiling with this tie sent chills running through everyone’s spine.

Barry didn’t seemed disturbed and if he was he knew how to cover up really good. We decided to walk to his home. His body was in the morgue in no time and soon we were allowed access to his home. His home was humble just like we expected but something about all of it did not seem right.  We let ourselves in his living room. It was cluttered with brushes , paints and lots of canvases. Some of the paintings were covered indicating that they had been completed. We allowed ourselves the opportunity to delight our eyes with his work of art.

They were four paintings that caught everyone’s attention. They appeared to be telling a story of some sought and four women had been his medium to convey his message. In one the women was  dressed in black leather pants and a matching jacket. She adorned herself with metallic jewelry and on one hand she held a whip. She sat on a horse and had a snake for a crown. Interestingly her eyes were dead yet something about them made it impossible to look away. The second one featured a different woman with a much softer appearance . Her dressing told a story of a kept woman. Her flaming red hair was adorned with a crystal crown and she had diamond earrings drooping of her earrings. Her neck piece featured real pearls and her purple dress took to the flow of her body like second sing.  She held a jewel in her hand but her eyes possessed a haunted look  very much in contrast of her wine colored lips that gave a seductive pout. The third painting gave a picture of a mistress. She wore expensive attire but from the cut of her attire you could tell she meant to seduce. Her long blonde curly hair swept across her long graceful neck and her well shaped fingers were ready to receive it. She was undoubtedly a great beauty and caught the attention of many men and women equally. The eyes however like the first two paintings told a different picture.  The last one definitely had a flair. The woman in this painting unlike the rest held a bold approach to her dressing. She layered on clothes of different colors and the blue lipstick on her lips was hard to miss. She was darker than the rest and her had on a big blond curly wig. Attention was her middle name and she didn’t appear disturbed. Her eyes were also different though not quite alive they held a sort of simmer.

The paintings had a secret and though everyone knew it was there what it was remained  a mystery. Barry had taken it to the grave. At the back of the room , an old man bent and wrinkled took off his cap and stared at the paintings for sometime. He put it back on shook his head and left. People broke the silence and murmurers filled the air. Everyone tried to make sense of the situation but none seemed to make sense.  I tried what the old man had done and took  my time to analyze the paintings , i  still had a hard time piecing it together but in my heart i knew the old man understood and i would too,one day if not today.Print




Really,what is love…..

All the soap operas have the same script and all of them end the cinderella way and they lived happily ever after. I believe in dreams but building castles in the air about love that doesn’t exist is not my kind of thing. I am not a romantic because its fanaticism and and i want to retain my brains thank you very much.

I believe in  friendship. The kind of frienship thats wild and free. I want to be loved despite who i may be . There is something about the bonds of friendship that is immortal . Friendships are not based on vanity rather they emerge from shared experiences. They know no boundaries of tribe, race, religion or culture. They give the promise of hope that no matter the darkness tomorrow will be a better day. It hurts sometimes to be a friend. You may just get betrayed but you soldier on knowing that you did your best. Then you one day find that friend who only death can do you part with, so whatever you do grow in love.



Save me……

i’m wriggling in my pain

trying to live through my shame

my face cloaked with misery

and bitterness in my heart

i no longer smile

the spark in my eyes is gone

my waist doesn’t dance anymore

and my anklets do not chime

the day has gone dark

someone help ………..please save me




don’t look for me. Its because i don’t want to be found.  I am running from my past  my mistakes, everything that reminds me of those days. When all i had to worry about was myself. When it wasn’t too hard to be selfish. Now i am paying for my sins and i don’t want to face what  i did. Don’t spend too much time worrying its no use you can’t help me that way live your life it is better if you and i don’t cross paths the many i have hurt would tell you that.

What i don’t understand though is why i still matter.  I want to escape anything that would make me feel. If i feel i won’t breathe and i don’t want to die because i can’t explain myself to God for what i’ve done. So friend wish me luck wherever i go,for i will  need it but please don’t ask after me. Really, i will be fine


I Look to you….

I always did from the first time i met you..oops the first time i really met you. I felt the joy. It was  like a waterfall, fresh and high. I must admit that those moments we spent together were worth it. I loved them . I had no care in the world.

You are a good listener so i have come to learn. I feel you every moment i go to bed. Your patience is outstanding .I don’t think i’d have have the heart to forgive you the same way if you hurt me the way i hurt you. That’ s selfish, looks really bad. The first time i said i love you it felt really weird . It had nothing to do with the fact that i didn’t love you  it just hadn’t hit me that i needed to say that especially to you.

I smell you. Its like being in a high. I need it to be more than a feeling. I hate the way you sometimes feel so distant even though you are always there. The way you make me wait for things even though in the end is still get them. I love the way you cheer me up when i am down. I sometimes don’t get it when you tell me to trust you even when things are not working out. With so many words i guess all i am trying to say is I love you very much God, imperfectly and all . I have this feeling that i would love your beard, that is if you have one. It is a little crazy down here, i hope to see you soon, sixty years from now , i guess .


I want to try

I  do things not because i can but because i want to try. I make a lot of mistakes constantly repeating them before i learn but its fine for me to try. There sometimes when i love myself others i feel that i am not good enough because its all about trying. Life is not always smooth and i am not always composed calm and collected nevertheless i try. I have had a row with friends felt the tinge of betrayal i still make friends well, i try.

I used to complain a lot but i have learnt in life to understand and that’s something to keep on trying. There will be bad days , good ones and very ugly days but you have to try and smile. The secret of life as i have come to learn is to keep trying. So i laugh on trudge along and take three strides forward and three backwards because to live i must try.


The free slave

She thinks she’s free

she’s in control of her dreams.

she’s got  the power in her hands

but she’s got chains on her feet


she has it all figured out

life is being in charge

she doesn’t see her hands are tied

and the target is on her head


she smiles with her lips

with tears in her heart

she moves in dance

to the beat of her own death


They worship the ground she walks on

they cheer her to walk on

slowly she descends to the pit

the darkness of life so short lived.