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, marriage is radiant with eclipse of anguish slaps
for there has been an icy patches on its being
too many words coming from loose mouths;
you will feel pressured at a point
your head may begin to fall off

You will wish you could quit aging
so you could plea;
plea to become a fetus in Mama’s womb again
because you will be furious and your heart tearing apart
society will say your days are spinning
through the moments of nuptial bliss

But don’t you bow to the nagging of society
for the journey is one to mar

The Nuptial Box!

Parents, siblings, friends,
aunties, uncles, cousins, acquaintances,
and maybe nephews and nieces too
everyone except you is too desperate than yourself
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
when one takes out more than they put in
the box will eventually be Empty
The Nuptial Box!

Families and society are too afraid you will outgrow the stage of childbirth;
call it motherhood
Again, what they failed to understand is that;
to be a parent,
one doesn’t necessarily need to have children of their own
the relationship from their heart to humanity makes them responsible parents
The magic however
isn’t about getting married
It’s about understanding Marriage
and who is really ready to tolerate you for as long as it may matters
Truth is, the Nuptial Box is empty;
One needs to put something in before
they can take out

In age quantum,
spouses may be
up-bottom but in marriage codes
they are bottom-up!
To infuse experiences into the empty marital box, one needs to
pause, give it time, give themselves a break and note this;
first, you have to learn the art or have the habit of giving, loving, serving and praising to keep the box full always

Listen to me,

my dear family, friends, relatives, first flightiest, mates on board
and also to you the one reading this;
your neck will cause you so much discomfort,
things will get done when they need to
Marriage is where your spouse is so be patient
he/she will find you when it matters
oh yeah, that person will join you in love, kept by God forever

And so in the cycle of time,
let faith find you that god-given spouse
For at the right time, it will happen for all the right reasons!
Don’t let the woes of tradition mislead you marriage is not a norm;
So speaks –
The Nuptial Box!

French Marriage Box