Popcons for 100th post

Some people were not built for begging, even if they need whatever they are asking for they will be mistaken to have already got it. I am fortunate to be in this category but today I drop the tittle and I am here asking for popcons, bottles of all drinks brewed, chicken breasts, biscuits, chocolates or coffee and whatever it is you can offer, its my 100th post and we need to toast…But before you begin sending anything I think I owe you much more especially those who have been reading, rating, sharing, rebloging, commenting and liking my posts. Most importantly I thank those who have been critiquing my works, you have made me grow . I thank you for being here and may you please stamp your presence on this blog, if it makes you grow, well and good, read and read more of my writes. If everything in this blog has fallen short of your expectations, please share with and help me know how I an surpass your expectations but even in the midst of it all don’t forget that its the imperfection in what we do that make us human,perfection is the greatest enemy of creativity and when what you thought is broken is not fixed even after you suggesting that I do so, just know it was meant to be broken or it wasn’t broken in the first place!

Stay, here I can’t promise you much, for you have been promised bigger things but you can know you will always find enough to read whether borne of creativity or insanity. Being a little insane isn’t that bad after all, insanity spices life and life will never be life without flaws and insane beings of my variety.

what a coincidence my 100th post is on a full moon.. it looks like a ball of fire!

Now let the goodies flow! send anything but veges, av got enough!!

Love you all,
George Agak

Waresa

Dear Waresa,
You used to shine
You were in stardom
Left an imprint on cloud nine
And spelt downfall to Sodom

Waresa dear,
You were quick to adhere
Bring our dreams near
For our hopes are here

Waresa our future,
Our character you nurture
What a precious gift of pleasure
In our hearts you are a treasure

Waresa brighten our fading stars
Heal our wounds and erase our scars
Awaken our dreams that you once hurt
And restore the joy we had at heart

Waresa, Waresa, Waresa,
Our sunshine, our future, my life
Please make us shine
And rekindle our hopes now gone for a while

***Waresa is a primary school where we went to to do a reading study. we found the first two lines of the first stanza written and we decided to complete it…it ain’t solely my work….my research colleagues did the bigger portion in building it. and I am keeping it as a memento ****

Greedy Bastards

Greedy Bastards
I trust people, but I trust my pen more
For nobody sticks when palatable turns sour
It’s only my pen that drips in sorrow
A friend I can count on for tomorrow

These smiling faces
Are just painted vases
Homing dead roses
Bro, BFF but they depart
When your world is torn apart

I’ve got your back so they say
But they laugh when life strips it bare
Their talks barricades your every way
As they hide beneath ‘because we care’

You walk barefoot in bonfires they’ve lit
They backbite of your wounded smelly feet
With empty goodbyes they leave
To tell of how stuck you’re in deep shit

They’ll have you for their convenience
Your naivety, their greed; a perfect blend
Selfies, for what? Reminiscence?
When all they did is watch as you bled!