Circumstances they say has no preference

that’s why some of us don’t just go through life

but allow it to penetrate through us


Life has a way of treating us

Sometimes, our destinies are covered with woes

To some of us, there are some weapons we still don’t know how to use

Like the one for the heart


But on the brink of wickedness

I will take no chance instead, steal that power

I could forgive you of all your fussy torture

But a face like yours belongs to the zoo

Don’t worry, I will be there too

Not in the cage though, but beside your pen laughing at you


For I have no knowledge of your fecklessness in your venomous wickedness

I have tasted agony; I could still see the malign in your eyes

I see the smiles that’s locked inside which I cannot connect

And I can also see the pain in my weak eyes

Many times in fact, I know the bumps and resonances

But soon one day I know, my heart will respite

And on that day, I’ll be counted as just another victim





Not for once upon my arrival on earth have I nurtured a resolution
but this year have welcomed me not only with a surprise but with a difference
Funnily enough, 2015 has embraced me with marvelous intentions
that which has combat me to roll up my sleeves
‘tis a season of firm decisions, intents, aims, plans
and of life prioritization; a time to step into the light of hope
yeh for once I have been zoomed into a grit of influx commitment where I could
delete certain things in order to create space for new downloads

Never, and I mean never, have I wrap myself in the austerity of annually resolutions
‘cos many dark, darker and darkest days have I seen
of doom, mirage, failures, regrets and maybe of rigors disappointments
Dream beyond dreams; I dare not show my discontentment in the past years
least I will turn from myself another self of fractured supple aura

But now I feel the magic current of a new urge; to sniff out fresh breath of breeze. Hence, let
me seize this moment to change my sleeping position……where a scent incensed blanket is laid;
to start a new dream that would amend the old garbage. Mind u, night may prevail but in the day shall I enter and should I wake up the second time; I will gather my clutter for a new buildup of brilliant architect ideas…..……, this way; I would not have to fight battles of buttered failures and of regrets in “Had I known” apparel. And in this same vain, I’ll remind my greedy peeps that, much efforts and zeal have been put in place to formulate my concept dream; yeh I journeyed from meager beginning to build for myself a respectable empire. On this note, permit me to action my priorities for the year;

Priority ≠1: Win a Soul for Christ this season
Priority ≠2: Love without suffering or regretting
Priority ≠3: Select my friends with conscious prudence; meaning all old pals have been ruled out. A fresh page has been captioned for a new row-call. And if it happens that, u do not come across your name on my friendship slate, remember two things are involved here, is either your part of the story in my life is over or we’re not joint together anymore. Sorry, I wish our friendship wasn’t fading………….
Priority ≠4: Take skeptical and calculated risks of adventure, something different must evolved. It could be anything…… anything that could launch me to discover something new.
Draw me near to more contentment oh 2015; as I roll up my sleeves once more…………
but before I conclude on my constructive lines; may I now borrow your lines of honor in insomnia, my dear Dante Gabriel Rossetti…………that sayth;
If faith long bound to one true goal……..;
may there at length its hope beget,
for endorsement begets endorsement
forever nearer yet; I will cross bridges where I will never be unhappy again. Yes, sleeves rolled up!



“What counts in making a happy marriage is not so much how compatible you are; but how you deal with incompatibility…..” – George Levinger.

“A good marriage would be between a blind wife and a deaf husband…” –Michel De Montaigne.

Like the moon, her face is radiant with eclipse of anguish slaps
for there has been an icy patches on her being
too many words coming from loose mouths
she feels pressured
and now, the lad’s head is beginning to fall off
How she wishes she could quit aging
so she could plea;
plea to become a fetus in Mama’s womb again
she’s furious and her heart is tearing apart
They say her days are spinning
through the moments of nuptial bliss;
the Nuptial Box!

Parents, siblings, friends…………
aunties, uncles, cousins, acquaintances……
and maybe nephews and nieces too
everyone except moi is too desperate than myself
What they failed to know even at the expense of life’s own whips
is that…….;
marriage at the start is an empty box
yes, it’s an empty
if u take out more than u put in……
the box will eventually be Empty
the Nuptial Box!

They’re too afraid she will outgrow the stage of childbirth
call it motherhood
Again, what they failed to understand is that;
to be a mother,
a woman doesn’t necessarily need to have children of her own
the relationship from her heart to humanity makes her a mother
The magic however……..;
isn’t about getting married
it’s about understanding Marriage
and who is really ready to tolerate u for as long as it may matters
Truth is, the Nuptial Box is empty;
u must put something in before…..
u can take something out
in age quantum,
the lad may………
may be up-bottom but in marriage codes-
I am still bottom-up!
To infuse experiences into the empty marriage box……
pause, wait a minute, give her a break and note this;
she first have to learn the art and form
the habit of giving, loving, serving and praising to keep the box full
so u listen, yes……

Listen, my family, friends, relatives, first flightiest, mates on board
and also to u there;
her neck is causing her so much discomfort already
things will get done when they get done
Marriage is where her husband is………
he will find her when it matters
oh yeah, he’ll join her in love, kept by God forever
And so in the cycle of time,
let faith found me
For at the right time, it will happen for all the right reasons!
The woes of tradition- marriage is not a norm;
so speaks……
The Nuptial Box!

French Marriage Box