TINA

LIFE! AN AIR TIGHT CONTAINER.
MULTIPLE FRACTURES FROM HEART-BREAKS,

SHE GREW THINNER.
 

WITH FLICKERING HOPE'S RAY, SHE SEARCHED

WITH HER CRACKED HEART FOR HER MALTINA.

"I NEVER ONCE HAD IT ALL, NEITHER DID I GET IT RIGHT
THE FIRST TIME.
 

3 BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTERS AND MY MOST ADORABLE PRINCE;
THE PRESIDENT ELECT OF THIS GREAT COUNTRY.

I WAS AND STILL AM... TINA"

YET SHE STILL WAITS

She walks out with her crying baby. Shuts the door

quietly not to awake her tired husband.

Raising her blouse to breast-feed her crying baby,

she noticed she couldn't feel her palms.

Hurting blisters from the previous night in a bid to

have dinner set for her husband.

Tears flowed down her cheeks freely in sad memories

few hours back. She tries to wipe her tears but for her

swollen face from the blows of her drunken husband.

Backing her fast sleeping baby, it was few hours to dawn.

While boiling water for her husband to take his bath,

breakfast was packed, clothing well ironed and shoes

reflecting the halo from the candle flames.

Not a single word of appreciation nor a response to her goodbye.

Weeks, months, years... Yet she still stays

RIPPED FLESH

We both proceeded for the final hearing and the verdict was passed.

Having so much wealth that could purchase an island, we figured it was best for us to go ahead with the operation.

Experts advised about our chances of survival, still she clung unto Pride and I got myself Ego as my mistress.

Tip! Tip! Tip! where the remaining drops from the earlier profuse flow. Gasping for air, we grew pale from the blood loss of our RIPPED FLESH. 

Barely could a third party hear our dying words. Prestige, Power, Position, Politics, People, even Prosperity could offer no help as her Pride and my Ego laughed us to scorn.

Grief, Agony, Emptiness, Shame, Groan, Bitterness, Hurt, Regret, and so much more where included in the papers but we were too hasty to give the papers a thorough scrutiny.

Taking my final breath, I recalled from the sermon on that faithful day... "I hate the violent dismembering of the  ONE FLESH of marriage".

UGLY FACE

Better I were dead than this.

Overwhelming beauty; loads of compassion and splendor,

oozing out from the angel's warm bossom.

Nothing else matters most than her kiss of confidence and

her arousing breath each time i laid on her chest to unburden

agony's load from the head of my aching heart.

Just before I could spell "safe haven" a chill ran down my spine.

it was cold and sharp, piercing through my throbbing heart.
Gasping for my final breath, I battled to get a grip on the ghost of trust.
I died a thousand deaths only to unmask the reality of; the angel of friendship betrayed has an ugly face.

BLURRED

Bleak and dark streaks of pitch darkness blazed to lighten our paths.


Gown of illusion knitted from old fabrics of delusion; we hoist to offer,
only to face demening intrusion.


Demons clothing as angels of light, ravaging wolves bleating like humble
lambs, await the defenseless moments to devour.


Today holds a blurred mysterious puzzle whose solution lies in our heinous
past.


Like a stuck treasure chest thousands of feet in the earth of the deep blue,
so is the past of everyone.


THIS IS THE FUTURE IN OUR HISTORY.

THORNY GRUDGE

My throat indeed was hurting...

PRIDE to large a lump 2 slide down my oesophagus.

Wandering for solace, I was fueled by RETALIATION'S gas.

Slamming on CALM'S brake pedal, I found out I could not come to a halt... RAGE had a toll on me.

Accompanied by a big bang, was the skidding tyres of SELF CONTROL.

Salvaged by MERCY'S air bag, I was placed on the stretcher of REGRET.

Wheeled into the theater of DESTRUCTION, I had REALITY come carry out the operation.

After a period of unconsciousness; REMORSE blazing beam dawned on me.

Hovering over me were the press of FLASH BACKS.

Bowing my head in shame, I adviced the audience; 'of all flowers in life's garden, they should avoid plucking the GRUDGE because of the countless number of THORNS on HER stem'.

LIKE THE THORNY GRUDGE, HELL INDEED HAS NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED.

oUr aFfAiR

Her eyes were as two northern stars.

Sparkles glittering amidst the sky of her sockets.

Reaching out for me, she grabbed me planted a peck on the soil of my dimpled cheek.

Thank you! She said in loud reverberation which still echoes in my mind.

Reaching for her cell, she pushed a speed dial...

Guess what mom? He just proposed.

Rocking my boat a lil, were the hands of her mother's voice, sustained in joyous rythm.

Snorting almost in audibly, I said; 'I wonder whom I proposed too...'.

Those moments remained precious cos I could remember those lovely glitters in her eyes, bright like the diamond ring I slowly pushed into her fingers.

What a child i thought I saw in such grown lady until this moment.

I bet, you could almost predict the Tsunami...

It was a great crash in her world.

The flood of scandal accompanied by the winds of libel swept every life in her.

The proofs were convincing and the allegations; flawless.

Every single bit of life was slowly drained out of me.

For a moment, i felt i was drowning in folly's muddy canal.

The cork of my bottled Assets: Trust, Love, Affection, Admiration, Respect, Value... was momentarily unscrewed; thereafter, Evaporation.

Tears flooded the gates of my eyes while reading the e-mail copied to me.

I managed to drive myself home without wiper blades to dry the shield of my eyes-screen.

At the middle of our living room, I met her sitting in pool of her tears.

I checked my wallet only to discover the last pill of my sympathy waz exhausted.

Oh the disgust, making a horrible grotesque on my face

Beams of rage gushed from my eyes, dark and cold enough to put to flight a grizzly bear in fright.

Taking closer steps towards her direction, I felt I was carried by flaming wings of fury.

Steam cripped out of my nostrils even at 15 degree celcius produced by the 3 Horse Power split in my air tight living room.

The strength of an herculean, flowed down my hands.

So much that i fought hard against it forming a fist.

Shivering from the cold, she motioned towards me.

Her eyes spoke innocence and for a moment I suffered a short memory loss.

Sobbing in anguish's bar, she had her arms wide strectch towards me, like our 2 year old daughter, all she saw was a father, a lover and a friend in me; a fotress who would shield her from her adversaries arrow.

At our moment of impact, all i offered was ice frost shoulders, pushing her to the side.

'How could you! How could you!' I said, nodding my head in dispair.

A better alternative, i quickly thought, walking out on her, heading straight to our bedroom.

she couldn't move an inch... Like she was frozen in shocks therapy.

Her heart beat paused for few seconds.

She knew there was no point living.

Crawling to our bedroom just to bid me goodbye, she met me in my own pool of tears.

Silence broke out in a wild noise...

'I remember how much joy you brought to me when I proposed, i could feel the joy expressed from the heart of a child. But it seems with great joy indeed, comes great sorrow'.

Pausing for a little while to wipe the flu flowing down my nostrils, I continued; 'you meant and still mean the whole world to me but for this time. Our Affair was indeed safe haven. I promised I wont let anything come between us but I breached that by entertaining Doubt and her entourage'.

Reaching out to her, I said 'I'm sorry i failed you. I could afford you a diamond ring, and the best money could afford but failed to give you this priceless gift I should have from the onset...'.

'Here baby, i'm kicking Doubt and her entourage out of the window with my left hands and on the right is this priceless gift often ignored by many... 'The Benefit of Doubt''.

It wasn't really easy for the next few months but the good news was; she was vindicated from all allegations.

TWILL

Hills supported by sills

Bills, a better part of lives will

Fill's been through the mill

Pills, all out for the kill

Chills gone, here's the twill:

'Making riches in poverty's winepress'

'Strengthened in weakness bosom'

'Victory; knocked down by failure'

'Maturity; measured by childishness'

'Beauty; ascertained by a blindfold'

'Glory; in the dirt of abasement'

'Love; guilty of affection's murder';

The Scroll, almost endless...

Woven into a tapestry of love's fabric,

we are provided with a couch to soothe

life's aching distress and burdensome load.

Twills Golden Rule; ...confounded by foolish things.

Momma's Fist

There was very little difference between her fist and her womb while I announced my arrival into this world.

Sailing over to life's preceding phase, I felt it slightly clenched, driving away follies flies hovering the naivety of my mind's wound.

Several miles away from the crossroad of adulthood, I felt her fist reinforced with pre-cast steel. Dishing me many blows, I couldn't accept the fact that she was my biological mother...

So many years have gone by, keeping us great distant apart...

'get the blankets off over you...'

'It’s getting late, go home...'

'Go back and apologize...'

'I think you're crossing over the edge...'

Yet; I feel momma's fist even harder on me, MY WILL.

FART

What a lovely healthy looking baby! All the mothers chattered. Indeed he was deserving of the prize.

Beautiful coloured dimpled smile canvassed the mother's face as lovely comments was made, under the scrutiny of admiration over the child, from one mother to another.

With a sonorous voice like that of the nightingale, she sang while changing his pampers. Kicking with both hands and legs, you would wonder if he's senses was well developed to pick the praises showered on him by his mother.

Ke ke ke ke... his tiny voice sounded in laughter having released a very loud fart. The hall reverberated with echoed laughter... 'He just cracked a joke' a yonng doctor said and the hall went wild, striking different notes of laughter's rhythm.

'mummy, it's an involuntary expultion of intestinal gas'. Another smack, colliding with his chubby buttocks. 'ouch! but maaaaaa' he cried with tear patched voice.

'fifteen years ago, this very same act turned the hall wild and a doctor said you just cracked a joke. You were the first to laugh, cuing everyone into that mood. The tide of time has changed and discipline, is a life-guard to all involuntary actions because with age comes great responsibility'.

Life would smack you all the more when you don't master involuntary actions: lies, too much sleep, food, talk, excessive indulgence, et cetera.

CRUSH

Help me, I think im loosing my mind.

Tried times without number to clear my head but all to no avail.

Appearing live, my heart race, in absence, my thought strays, I really wish I could stay.

Moving still, she caught me and kissed me. Her seducting touch, too hard to resist. Drowning slowly in her temples, I was too weak to grab something to hold on to.

Church folks, too preoccupied to see my violent gasp for air.

Guardians, on a hot pursuit to have the next meal on the table.

Friends, out for some air, perspiring from career's steam.

All started by a glass of crush on sin, who led me surfing to lusts garden. Offering me obssession's apple, my life became dark. Having gone too far, I couldn't see the torch rays of my conscience; neither could I hear the shrieking sound of his whistle.Then the big question came quietly, as I closed my eyes in death; 'where are you?'.

Down in the grave, all hope indeed was lost. Wailing and gnashing, raising a lament. With fleeting breath, I muttered a plea for mercy. Then He showed up with the key of life to unlock death's shakles.

Plunged in a jacuzzi filled with the Lamb's blood, I later proceeded for supper. I found on the table the Bread of life and the living water that i may not thirst for the crush of sin anymore.

Now i'm out in the streets beckoning on all to come out from Crush's bar and her broad way which leads to death's dead end; to meet the One sitting by the Well.

Momma's Fist

There was very little difference between her fist and her womb

while i announced my arrival into this world.

Sailing over to life's preceeding phase, i felt  it slightly clenched,

driving away folly's flies hovering the naivity of my mind's wound.

Several miles away from the crossroad of adulthood, i felt her fist

reinforced with pre-cast steel. Dishing me many blows. I couldn't

accept the fact that she was my biological mother...

Somany years have gone by, keeping us great distant apart...

'get the blankets off over you...'

'it's getting late, go home...'

'go back and appologise...'

'i think you're crossing over the edge...'

Yet; i feel momma's fist even harder on me, MY WILL.

MAICETO

Everyone gave way as I made my way through.

I beheld something beautiful from afar but couldn’t go close cos i knew i was no match.

So much laughter filled the air from the kids at the other side: smiles as charming as rose colored petals; worries seemed extinct amidst them.

While sulking, i decided to throw Pity a party in commemoration of how terrible i felt with myself. No sooner, a host of other kids came over to dine at Pity's party.

Touching some other kids by my side, i wasn’t too sure who was been beckoned. Like one growing out from the desert soil, i was dry and scaly having numerous scalp of pride on my head.

Including me? I asked with inaudible words, touching my chest. Moving with reluctant steps, fleas made it even more difficult, as they clustered the decaying wound of sins on my legs.

All other kids ran towards Him. Receiving them lovingly as well as the kids on the other side, He motioned towards me.

Few steps away from me, He stooped right in front of me with arms wide stretched.

Ceaseless tears ran down my cheek as i moved closer into His warm embrace. With the most charming smile on His cheek, showing no iota of disgust, i heard His tender voice calling my name, saying 'I’ve missed you my son.

'All this while I’ve waited for you, it grieved my heart when your pride turned away your face from my direction. Times when u were fast asleep, i came sobbing by your side hoping you'll realize im your father. You spat on my face, walking out on me when you decided to let the world dictate and influence your thoughts and actions. In spite of all these, I forgave you and love you with an everlasting love'.

In brokenness and a contrite spirit, i said 'Dad, I’m really sorry. Take away my cloak of pride, and heal me from sin's decaying wound. Grant me your grace to live uprightly and to tell and show the whole world what your love is worth.

Now I've proven beyond reasonable doubt that you are indeed the LOVER AND SAVIOUR OF THE WHOLE WORLD and to this I say; MAICETO, NA GODE.

DISTURBIA

Dead silence! Blurred streaks of light squeezed itself through the thick clouds.

Journeying through the dark, He could feel the dew rest gently on Him.

Few steps away from His destination, He continued humming praise melodies in appreciation to His Father.

His knees hit the floor at the other side of the shore as He communed with His Father.

“…neither do I condemn you, go and sin no more”

“…she’s not dead, she’s sleeping…”

“…if you drink from this water, you’ll never thirst again…”

“…my time has not yet come…”

Perfect timing, perfect place, perfect act, perfect knowledge as well as many others, were all triggered at the solitary place; having woken up a great while before dawn, to receive His daily bread from our Father.

Are you suffering from disturbia, leading to an uncoordinated life full of mistakes and indecision? Here’s an antidote: isolate yourself and sit at the Master’s feet to receive, be nourished, and strengthened by Him.

REVERTED

What an amazing edifice created after His image and His likeness.

Considering the works of His hand, He was extremely delighted at our creation, which was a grand perfection of beauty.

Like a hen brooding over her chicks, He guarded us jealously, until we took His love with little regards.

Our wickedness waxed great and every inclination of the thoughts of our hearts was perpetually evil.

Feel the tears running down his cheeks, the Sovereign was grieved and His heart was overwhelmed with pain.

Having pronounced a verdict to utterly wipe out mankind from earth’s surface and all therein, His verdict was reverted by one to whom found favor in His sight.

Having smelt the pleasing aroma from the pure sacrifice offered unto Him, He made a proclamation saying “for as long as the earth remains, seedtime & harvest, cold & heat, summer & winter, day & night, will never cease”.

TROUBLED TIDES

So calm and reserved she looked, gorgeously dressed in an angelic gown.

The hall went silent as she took gentle strides down the hall.

Multiple thoughts clutter their minds as their gaze became her spot light.

Excelling in beauty, she succeeded in proving wrong; ‘the beautiful ones are not yet born’, as she motioned to the seat reserved for her.

Boisterous waves of trauma kept hitting the shores of her mind.

Like shredded beef, her emotions kept falling apart the whole while.

All the men wished they had her as a bride; the young ladies wished they traded her beauty for just a moment.

An epitome of splendor, one could infer; but little did they know their “icon” was a victim of incest, dejection, shame, and abuse.

Reading through their mind by the obvious admiration on her, she shook her head in self pity muttering unspoken words “if only they knew what laid behind the angelic gown and captivating beauty”.