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An experience of a walking life; Or thoughts of the day in motion at night, Flowing peacefully in spirit like a kite. Awaiting an Estimated Time of Arrival, In your heart’s own built terminal. You woke up from the thunderous snore, Just to realize you were in a slumber. But you vividly remember; The realities you did encounter, And how beautiful it was that you saw. So you shared your story in the morning, While you were still yawning. Yes you shared; With people of like-mindedness. And boom! you are a hit; A one time wander, Now a lifetime wonder, With whom everyone wants to sit, But your dreams, don’t let them plunder. You are now a champion, So go ahead my companion. Go ahead with that plan; Store as many as you can, If it can’t be frozen, just get it canned.

I was born in a Madina community,  Where needs were not priority but just wants, Yet those who had to help said they can’t. And that gave me the zeal to help humanity, Not for their lack of man's basic need, But for the luck that I now have people to feed. Seldom did I take part in Islamic activities, For the idea of the zongo hostilities. Yet, As long as I grew with their husbands, I realized not all sad news is created by their hands. It's only a notion that each child is assumed to have played in the sands. With my encounter with the second Sheikh of the land, Islam in focus was what thought me the goodness in Islam's demand. The rhetoric is this iota of truth in each religion, That there is a "Mensah" in each tradition. I played with Abdul after my Sunday school, And ate with Aisha each break at school. Sometimes Sheikh himself took us out to the pool, Don't fight was his only golden rule. Amelia would bring my mum a basket of food, I cannot forget the sym...

TRENDING! Happy birthday to you my soul mate. My only best friend till date If I have a chance for a new love mate, You’ll still be the one I’ll date. Thank you for coming into my life Thank you for being my wife Thank you for not giving me strife But rather being my hive  God bless you for the peace in our marriage  God bless your womb and her fruit  You’ve lived with me in truth  And since I have not the voice, I’ll sing for you with flute.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BELOVED

As though eve sounds like a name, Let’s dive deeper into her aim. Because, once upon a time in Eden, This same name was a mention. Days, weeks and months may pass, And once a lad meets a lass, He calls her to be his. Especially if she’s still a miss. She may agree with a kiss, Or sometimes with a cunning hiss… Saying, “I’ll think about it” If you hear her say this, Then boy, she deems you fit.  Here comes your Eve: Not that regular girl… Who takes no for an answer, Nor accepting anything meager. Eve sees you as her sponsor, Her onetime companion. She trust to rest on your shoulder, And you dare not avoid her opinion. So take note of her anniversaries, As she jealously fight your adversaries. She expects you to sacrifice your anger, Even if she’s wrong, give her a pamper. Spoiling her with gifts and roses, As if life is all but rosy.

It’s another weekend! Where the light shines no more At the the tunnel’s end Unless we decide to roar. Life has come to a limit. As everyone is in remit, To their weaknesses And not just sicknesses. Soon looms another year, As December is here. January is yet pending, And we all hope to be there. But where are the hopes? Our past ambitions, Those dreams we shared with the popes, And our prayers of petitions. Whatever we hoped to taste, All seems burnt to waste. We asked for money, But we only got to sip honey. We prayed for grace, But our faces fell in grease. Maybe it was not your time, So God didn’t give you a dime. But if you are reading this rhyme, Know ye that you are about to shine.  

You relax with comfort, Knowing how safe it is, To be on an airplane. You chill out in a ship, Comfortably sailing on the ocean, Although you can’t swim. You join the train, And feel its meandering bends, Thinking it’s safer than road. You join a vehicle to work, Comfortable at the back seat, Trusting that you’ll arrive early. In all these circumstances, Taking no chances, You trusted total strangers. And you were very sure of your safety. The pilot you don’t know, The captain of the ship neither, Nor the train and car driver. Yet you put your life in their hands. So why strive at life, While you know God Almighty. The giver and taker, The securer of your future. So relax, and trust God, Just be yourself, Yearn less and don’t stress. Be patient and submit yourself to HIM.

The patriotism of a man, Popularly known for splashing cash, Was once held so high as next to the sun. That he never thought of a backlash. His party, friends and ally, Had him as the next leader. So he gave out his all to every rally, With hope to reap bountifully later. But the Bible had admonished, “Woe to a man who trusts in men” So the word became flesh, And the evidence today is fresh. A new man had risen with a plan. With fame, cash and lies, Who knit cunning ties, With intent to steal from Alan. The promise to him as his inheritance, Is now nullified without stance, Within the new sect of patriots, Who were once his cherished compatriots. “It is my turn” Yes he exclaimed! You should have taken your chance, The Judases had vividly explained. Thus, how he gave out his birth right. Never say never as dry bones can rise again. Alan will not give up the chase, Knowing how much there is to gain, Especially when you have a good case. So here they come! As a united front, To give the s...