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The pain that our hearts holds

the distance we have to cover

to find peace

would but only decrease

If You and I would unite

 

like the rainbow

shooting out

in the virgin sunset

The atmosphere would become really beautiful

If You and I would unite

 

Without You I can’t find peace

like a traveler lost and dejected

I can’t find rest

i am an ocean wide and long

but there isn’t a current

 

As love is incomplete, the world seems incomplete

Come and fulfil my wishes

the unity that the world would longed for

The heart just desires

That our love story becomes complete

 

All the difficulties would become easy

If You and I would unite

There’s nothing left

still the heart doesn’t heed to me

The talks of the heart can only

be understood by itself

May we meet someplace, someday

I’m alive only on this hope

I would accomplish all ambitions

If You and I would unite

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Under the tree

where my father spent his childhood

climbing and jumping

like a matured toad

towards the mother dust

i listened to

the iga bird sing

the song of wisdom

my mother sang putting me to bed

 

my father said

the dabobo from the east

brings good luck

to children who adore their presence

 

under the tree

that father saw paradise

i loll while

taking a moment from the fountain

left untouched and unscrambled

 

i remembered

how we sang dabobo dabobo

the song of paradise

that we sang every morning

and the whistling songs of iga

that signifies joy and happiness

 

like the question

where is God

under the tree of fountain

i asked the question

that got no answer

where is our dabobo and iga

the sign of every child’s joy



From the pages of the past

Like the legs of egwu

Responding to the rhythmic sound of the drum

My pen dances on the paper

While collecting from the fountain

The memory that was once precious

 

Like the sandy soil

Soiled and moist

After a heavy down pour

My eyes swamp in tears

 

What was there

And what was not there

Is but only a thing now

 

Like a mirage ahead of a traveler

You stood somewhere far but near

And disappear before my reach

 

From the pages of the past

My heart reads out

The story that was once a diamond

And sacred

What was once there

And what was not there

Is but only a thing now

 

Like the legs of egwu

My pen dances

Writing from the fountain of memory



All father father of my fathers

the rock from which all sands are weathered from

the tree thats bears all fruits

the river who source all rivers 

the star whose light illuminate other stars 

the source and originator of all

 

i stand before thee 

oh all father 

i stand before thy presence 

with my knife sharpen

and my chicken strangled

i stand before thy presence 

with my water poured unto the earth

and my grains spread 
all father 

my mother had said never to whistle in the night

not even during the virgin sunset

but i did

she said never pound yam in a mortar by a single hand

nor allow the yam to touch the ground 

but i went against it as well 
she said my broom should never touch another mortal 

nor give another mortal broom hand in hand 

i disobedied as well 
all father 

one whose eyes penetrate tomorow and next 

one whose power is known everywhere 

i stand before thee 

with an egg and a palm oil, your favourite
all father 

i felt so ashamed that i have done another one again 

i walked over a man whose legs were wide spread

i crossed a man lying on the earth
all father 

i stand before thee 

as a humbled and resented servant

forgive me

forgive me this one more time and make for me my heart 

the heart of a true believer
all father 

these are my pleas 

youre all hearing and all seeing 

forgive me 

oh mighty one…  



There was a car moving not slow and not fast. The head lights were like the sun and the interior was a paradise. Everyone desire such a car.
It was on a dry afternoon that the car passed that road in the neighbourhood for the first time.
Lost, dejected, and sorrowful stood a young lad. In his eyes were signs of one who needed comforts.
At that moment the car needed a passenger, not one who could own and drive it. The car stopped before the lad and held hands and embrace him into its warmth. Along the line, the car met another passenger, he was not better than the lost lad but he could say everything that were within his heart. So the lad had to be ditched by the car for the new comer to come in. He was left there on the highway after he had already lost himself in that paradise.
Hadi was that car and i was that lad. Since then i am afraid I might not be able to enter any car anymore!



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