Tuesday, 24 May 2016

SHE'S YOUR MAMA



Experienced Pain, torture, fear, sacrifice, been to the brink of death for you-while bringing you to earth, worried too much-when your temperatures changed when you were little, had sleepless nights-when you cried your lungs out throughout the night, cried with you as she sang you songs to lull you, some even stopped pursuing their dreams so that yours could succeed, some tolerate abuse so that you could have a perfect family of dad and mom, the list goes on and on.

That’s a mother.

They have been to the depths of oceans for you, but they always have it all together, even when everything seems to fall apart.

Why?

 Because they can feel your pain when you cry, they worry a lot about you than you even worry about yourself. They don’t want you to be the element that they are, they try to formulate a mixture with better qualities than theirs. The devil hoots in hell and they don’t bow, whoever comes there way is just but a non-issue to them.


Intuition, one of the superpowers mothers have.

I can guarantee you that your mom senses when you’re in trouble even when you are miles away. I remember a friend of mine, while in third year, had gone for a road trip during one of the festivities and bad luck has it that they got involved in an accident on their return journey, whereby their car overturned. Safety belts and air bags saved them since they got no bruises, but what surprised this friend of mine is that as she was being dragged out of the car, very scared as she had seen death flash in front her face, her phone rang and on picking it was her mom. Yes, her mom called, and the surprising part is when she asked her if she was all right, my friend of course said she was but asked her mom why she sounded so concerned, the mother said she had gotten a sharp pain in her chest and her stomach turned, as though something bad had happened to her since that’s what crossed her mind and so that’s why she called!

Even though the umbilical cord is physically cut when your mom gives birth to you, the mother-child cord is never cut.

You are always a part of her, wherever you go. She thinks about your life more than she thinks about her own life. She gets a hunch when you are in trouble.
That’s why even when you haul insults at her, it hurts her a lot, but she still forgives you, because the thought of not forgiving you hurts her more. I remember a story of a little girl, one day her mom said something that she didn’t like. So she went silent on her. The next day she went and bought her some very cute shoes she had always wanted. She knew she was trying to make her talk, it hurt her so much. She thanked her, went to her room, cried and asked the Big guy up in heaven to forgive her and never make her hurt her mom again. Thereafter she treasured her more than her life.

 Moms are a treasure, a gift, and gold mine in our lives, while they are still with us, lets show them the love they show us. Instead of just posting stuff on Facebook, twitter and all social media platforms about how we love them, how about you just tell them on their faces. Even if she won’t say anything, deep down, you give her eternal joy. The happiness a mother always wants. She’s your mama. ADIOS!

Friday, 11 March 2016

LOVE...



 Love is such a confusing thing. I’ve tried understanding it
But unfortunately,
The more I try the more I get lost.

In slow west, jay thinks love is universal like death
My friends think I’ve lost hope in love, which at a certain point I think I’m almost.
At certain points, I question God, why He’ll let me get into something if He knows it’s going to hurt me in the end.

Some of my friends think I’m a mash mellow at heart, and call me “A hopeless romantic”
Because I get touched at heart by very little things, and tear very easily.

I’ll also say, successfully seduce my brain and you’ll have my body, but find my soul and you’ll have me forever.
With this I’ve mastered the art of  building shields, to shelter my heart
Now I fall in love with weird things of nature,

Like, how the waves dance gracefully in the ocean, 
 How the stars shine and twinkle as though in harmony with the moon,
How clouds drift away and close to each other, and the list goes on and on
Why, because this things will never hurt me
They never give me sleepless nights
They never make me sleep with tears in my eyes
Instead, they calm my spirit
They make me feel like a 9 year old held by her parents while asleep
They make feel safe and loved
They take me to a whole different world
Where I sleep with the biggest smile on my face
With a surety of the next day being better and happier
And In them my spirit finds refuge.
If I were Maya’ caged bird, I’ll love my cage being in the highest peak,
There I’ll watch all I love, and my lungs would be filled with fresh air
And I’ll be a free and happy spirit.





CHEERS!

Tuesday, 8 March 2016

BEING THE GIRL YOU ARE.





In Chimamanda’s words, women grow to master the art of pretense, but I think this art at times reaches a certain edge. Culture does not make people, people make culture, still Chimamanda’s words. 

Thus I’ve decided to make my own culture, a culture of boldness, a culture of not being sorry or apologizing for doing something good or anything that makes me happy. I read somewhere that, when you stop to throw stones at every dog that barks at you, you will never reach your destination, so I’ve decided to soldier on and do what is right to this world. 

Note, this is not because I don’t want to go to hell, (though I really want to go to heaven) nor because of some rules, but because it’s the right thing to do.

 I’ve grown accustom to like my skin, my body, my height, the way I speak , the way I walk, dress, and also love the size of my breast. Women grow up in shame as though they were born guilty to this world. 

They are made to feel ashamed of who they are and everything they do. It’s even surprising that you find people seated and the topic of discussion is the hair on your head. Women or ladies are people of diversity. They love to look good, I for instance, do a lot of things with my hair and I could braid it into long braids, plait lines or put a weave. What’s the problem if I look good in a nice weave, or as one of the poets would put it, if I funded the education of one or two Indian girls somewhere in this world?


In the spirit of #worldwomen'sday,... CHEERS!

Friday, 4 March 2016

THE FEAR IN ME!




I’m afraid
I’m afraid of losing those I love
Those close to the heart
Those I treasure more than my life.
God knows I do,
Because every single night before I sleep
And every single morning that I awake
I pray to God, so as no one should take their souls
For their health, love and joy is what I pride.
I love hearing my deep happy father’s voice
My sweet mommy’s happy voice
My lovely and sweet sibling’s voices
And my good friends laugh and joke.

If the eerie night could speak
It would tell of my fear
The fear of losing those dear
And close to the heart.
If you should hurt any of them
I prefer you hurt me instead.
Because either way, their pain is double of what I may endure.

I wish I was an elf, with some spell
Or someone immortal, powerful and omnipresent
Maybe my fear would half.