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Appreciation and Gratitude

Now that 2015 has come to end, its only logical to sit down and analyze what went wrong to be ditched and what went right to be extrapolated in 2016. As I checked my blog I realized that I have had periods of dryness; periods when nothing came forth to my loyal readers, those who have been reading all of my posts, rating, liking and commenting on my writes. most of the time this can be attributed to the fact that my hustles have been taking me off the couch into places far away from my keyboard. Another reason is that I am still looking for a reliable yet affordable internet connection to be able to post these writes daily. I hope 2016 will present more quality problems like ” Oh my God How do I begin to respond to 200 comments?” and ” Ohh my goodness how could I post 10 writes in a day? this is killing my readers! Lol.

As I am waiting for 2016 to unfold, I want to thank all those who visited my blog and helped make it what it was! Honestly 2015 has been the year in which I accomplished a lot, I even submitted my nature poems to Avocet- An American Nature Journal and two of them got published! there are some bloggers that are worth the mention, they have been visiting this blog now and then making it even busier. they include:
Sabiscuit
Ms. Vee
Rubisaid
Thelonelyauthor
makagutu
Robbert Okaji
Miss crocodile
Paul F Lenzi
Holy Ray
Dennis Caddiff
Kaushika
Shawn Bird
Shadow of Iris
Kunal Thakore

Very many other writers with strange pen names that I cant remember without exiting this draft and going deeper into the blog stats. I say Thank You for the far we’ve come. Actually if your name appears on ‘The Most Valued Friends” section of my blog, just know you’re highly valued. stick by me as we get ready to unravel the mysteries of 2016. Happy Blogging in 2016.

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Lost

I have been standing here too long
Counting all that I’ve lost
The love of my life is mute
Ignoring my advances to have her close
Building walls with pillars of my love
Anchoring my love for her on lies
Of her past lover

How many times do I have to call
When I know she won’t pick up?
How many words do I have to speak
To ears blocked with hate
For all beings male?

Does she care what I do?
Does she care what i feel?
Does she care who I spend my time with?
She’s left me in a state of apathy

She cares of nothing about us
what i thought we had
never existed in the first place

I’m back in this room I know too well
Soon the blood shall flow
And the smell will summon them
The hungry mongrels
To grab my heart pieces
like roasted hooves
of a slain lamb

Hearts Ripped In Throes of Passion

Charlie listened to her plans and knew he was in trouble. The pursuit had ended sooner than he expected. His was a cautious heart, still harboring bandages and stitches from a relationship he knew was destined to earthly heavens. It was now that he realized that he didn’t need a woman and all the pursuit he had waged was just under the illusion that she needed a nurse to dress the wounds that were causing him sleepless nights, but wounds of the heart need no dressing. They are to be left to heal on their own for even the hands of angels aren’t soft enough not to leave a bruise on delicate wounds. He was learning that if there was a concoction for healing a wounded heart then a woman wasn’t a part of it. The concoction would be made of three recipes; time, time and time.

“Babe, are you even listening?” Annett prodded.

“Yeah, we’ll have children, we’ll wed and we’ll travel the world on love’s back. What more have you talked about?”

“Babe, don’t be cynical about love, why did you say it like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like this”, she twitched her lips. She was pissed off.

Here she was, trying to please a man who was too mean to pay her the least attention she needed. Why does it always have to be like this? Finally Charlie was proving to be worse in conversation than Kev she was ditching, but he had it all; all he sought in a man. He was well endowed, got looks to die for and was stable financially. Even if he was incompetent in other aspects, he would be worth the risk.

To Charlie, love was a grand illusion. It was a huge chess board, every player reading the opponent’s mind and hiding their next moves under their sleeves and aha! Their true intentions surface, too late for any defense. Good intentions floored as illicit passions take toll. And then ravens would perch on nearby trees, waiting for the opportune time to come down and feed on the vestiges of hearts spread on rugged earth, hearts ripped in throes of passion.

Meet Me at the River

Jaber today lets meet at the River at sundown

I really have to see you, but I can’t come to your place

Your father nearly killed me; he’d be a murderer if I failed to pick myself from the ground

I still don’t understand how he knew I was waiting by the fence

I am suspecting Akinyi told him, or does he consult oracles these days?

****

I knew Akinyi will never keep our little secret

She is very jealous of what we have

The other day she called me a reject

And concealed it by imitating the way I laugh

****

She had to be the one who wrote our names on sisal

Surely, why can’t she let us be?

She can do whatever she wants but one thing is vital

Your father mustn’t know I was the one he wanted to kill

You must do all you can, my identity to conceal

****

I heard that he was asking why I didn’t come to milk Dibuoro

I wasn’t feeling well, that rungu nearly broke my spine

This pain is too much but the love we have for us is worth the sorrow

I love you so much, I can do anything for you; even eating raw swine

****

N/B: I know you will ask, lemme just tell you before you ask

I am using red ink because I got confused seriously

I thought I slipped a blue pen in my pocket but darkness is a liar

Kumbe it was red, now I am still in the fields grazing owada

 

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Please come with some Robb or Kaluma

My back is aching, I need massage

I love you like milk and potato