God Lives Only in my momma's arms

I can't find Him in the politicians, 

And all they do. These political derelicts

I can't find him in the four years promises

 Of course we know its lies

In all their propagandas

And the decree “I am for the masses'

Rising the spirit of lasses

Hoping in hope

Bloody murderers

These promises are thick ropes

Set to leave dangling

All our hopes.

I can’t find him in these dumb fanatics

These people should be dumped in the attics

Coldest coldest meanest of attics

Pawns of the derelicts

Modern Judases

Selling their pride for carrots

Transform into pillars of salt

Ye lots of lot

Abracadabra!!!

I can’t find God in them.

Alleluia!

Of course, preacher man!

Hands in the air

Frantically they move

One false prophecy

You shall be?

Be what?

I say be what?

'God says....'

God says what?

I can’t see God in Him

He sees the dream of God

Yet his followers dream dreams of the Devil

Good prophesy to the thieves

The liars

The fornicators

The killers?

I don’t think so!

I don’t see God in the followers

Of course the Sabbath day!

The solution day for all problems

Who cares what God says?

It is the doing days

Do it now

Now now now!

Alleluia!!

Shitty hypocrites!

These preachers

And these political derelicts

They made my society a field for battle

Man is hungry

Another is angry

I kill my brothers

He rapes his sisters

I steal my fathers

Sleep with my mothers.

My lover is my father

He gives me what society cant

My body is my asset.

What i have i use.

To hell with who i trample on

I must rule

Pastor says we are the chosen

Imam says we are the light

Crush all darkness

Crush all darkness to dust!!

The chaos begins!

Where is God in these?

Friends arent friends

Families arent families

The Ashes of good memories

Is the poison used for our death

Pour them into the rivers

Throw the damn thing to the wind!

God Only is a friend.

Yesterday they stole my sisters

Where will God stay?

How will the little ones find him

Preachers and derelicts

Look at the world you made?

Earthlings look what you let them make you do.

I just cant find God in anything!

This world of chaos

Only in my momma's hand is peace.

This world of chaos

Only in my momma's arms is God

In dark nights.

      SAS

  Kristen Haruna

Fatal memories.

                    

Tara stood in front of the mirror, unsure if this was what she looked like before the said accident. If her face was this oval, if her nose was tending to broadness of if her smile was beautiful. How could she have forgotten who she was and what her name sounded like? Nothing frustrated her more.

Her vision stood hazy. She was looking for a reason to continue living, she was looking for a reason to not drive the dagger she was holding through her stomach, she was looking for a reason on her wall mirror.

A fierce wind descended upon her window and made its way into her room. It carried the smell of rain. She wondered if it was the smell of rain or the tension in her fingers that had caused the tightness in her stomach. "How ironic it will be to die in front of a mirror" she thought to herself before driving the small dagger through her stomach. She felt pain and that pain brought back her memories.

And then it played before her eyes; that night in August when the rain fell in bits and lightening studded the dark grey sky, that was the night Jerome pushed her from the balcony on the second floor and that was where she lost her memory.
Then the smell of rain filled her nostrils and a dagger stood half buried in her stomach. Her memories came back but her life began to drain away. She had found a reason to live; to smell the rain, to feel the wild breeze caress her soft skin, to forgive Jerome.
 She dragged with caution to where her phone lay on the side wardrobe and she dialed Jerome.
                                                                                 Written by; Farida Adamu. 

"HUBBUB"

Again i'm wooed,
this time by disgraceful feelings,
I'm with another i beg,
But my plea seems to disappear with the night.
You want that from me that you get from another
Your desire has bits of forlony in them
Your ways speak of forlet intentions
Your words are formful yet void
Like the clouds splitting to reveal the sun
I spit my conscience to reveal a callous mind,
I'm no prey to an unstable heart
Shades of uncertainty dangles in your eye
You have pledged they will be there long before you are ready.
I won't monkey with doubts
I'll rise beyond them.
                         Omolola Onigbinde.

To an unborn child.

Dear child, 

Growing up happens fast. It’s not about the numbers that we keep count of but the person you slowly and unknowingly become. The level of understanding you start to attain. Being grown up is beautiful, but I must advise you;

Recognize the job trap. Being jobless does not mean being useless, because feeling useless often ends in feeling life is meaningless. Literally! Man shall not live by bread alone. Do not become an adult with all to live by but nothing to live for, with all the means but no meaning.

When you come to the cloud that will for a period, wrap your silver lining. Beware of the three brothers; depression, aggression, addiction. They come in bottles; they come as cancer sticks caked with nicotine; they come as colorful foil packed capsules. They are often one small thing that begs you indulge, just once. Beware of fleeting satisfaction. The devil is not one big demon we slay once, but the little nothing's that come dressed as pleasures to which we must constantly deny ourselves.

Your conscience is not a nagging wife, it is a cautious guide; the rudder of your ship, your inbuilt constitution. Do not murder it with constant ignoring. What a man can do once, he might do again. It is easier to curb the first desire than it will be to satisfy the one’s that will follow.

Have new experiences.  Soon you will begin to forget the last time you did something for the first time. Routine and passivity sets in.  Experience is as valuable as achieving. It is the inward companion to its outward counterpart. After all you keep your achievements for the world but your experiences are all you keep for yourself.

Most things in life are like fine china, you will learn this with time. They break with ease. Do not let anything that breaks leave you broken; Relationships, dreams or trust. Fear generalization, what applies to some does not apply to all.

You were not made to be perfect. Adulthood comes with a bucket of excuses where you can pick when you go wrong. “The devil made me do it?”, “It’s because of the bad economy”, or my favorite “I had to do it”…. stop it! You can be wrong, you will be wrong. Explain but do not excuse. Take responsibility. Seek forgiveness and forgive yourself.

Finally, never forget you don't live once. You live daily through your good decisions, and die daily still by the bad ones. Believe in faith, but leave nothing to chance. In the words of Viktor E. FrankL “if you must howl with the wolves remain a sheep in wolves clothing”.

UNRECITED OEUVRES By AP

My oeuvres stare at me with a frown,

For they lie unrecited

Cos I have not an audience

I fear: even the third eye blind

Shimmering of darkness with fickle sparks,

Became the order I fret,

The change I never embrace

And the pain I hide from

Gulped hard bones that still choke my throat

How can the powers flow through the eye above my eyes

And down to the passage of my gullet

How can it ever get to my navel?

Gird itself round my loins

For my centres are all blunted

Like Adam I ate the forbidden fruit and ran from the garden

Partake of the tree of life they said

Even that I tasted yet my soul lies in this void

Uncanny like my paranormal mates

We lie in dust, folly and nothingness

We speak words of gods yet we lay in waste

We are crown with wisdom, yet in folly we abide

Our many oeuvres sleep in journals, laptops and more

Hoping that death may come in haste

And maybe a dimwit dares put them in print

I bet the world will be doomed of our madness and sweetness

 As of old, I remember Mr Allen, Cayce, Collier and many from ages gone

Like them we hope to be,

But we forget the centre within the centre of their mysteries

It is simple, nothing from the usual.

Even in this emptiness He beckons

As I watch nature’s voice

And hear humanity’s fear

As I lie poised in the melodious noise they make

Still I see Him, hear Him and even touch Him

And He knows I hate Him not neither my mates

We love Him more than love

We worship Him more than nature

In Him, we live, move and have our being

Like poets of old.

We, I, just hate religion

But, we, I,miss CHRIST in RELIGION.

May our oeuvres find an audience who understands love like Love.

Forget Feminism and be a woman.

  Feminism is the new black. Any woman who prefers to make a lot out of her supposedly little self must be either a self acclaimed or society proclaimed feminist. I have come to despise this stereotype that puts together in a box of rebellion, outspokenness, and ambition all women who dare to want to be something. So after one too many confrontations with friends and strangers I want to state publicly I do not know what feminism is I only know about being a woman.

  A woman earns her respect by being respectable, working for what she desire's and not waiting on a man like a sunflower waits for the sun to bloom.  A woman believes in the values of marriage but it isn't  the only thing she's defined by.  A woman does not challenge the strength of a man; she only refuse's to be called weak because she is a woman.

   I believe in what I believe in not because I am a woman but because I am human. We are all human first and anything else second. That alone should be enough reason to treat a woman like one.
                                                                                                Daisy Odey.

Why wait for 1/01?

     Our flight through 2014 is slowly coming to its climax, the end of another short year with many long days. At this juncture if you, like myself made resolutions, promises, and goals at the beginning of the year you might be taking stock. Assessing the kept, the fulfilled, and the never attempted. Satisfaction being equal to how many do’s we got round to achieving.

   Fact is, we often know what we need to do. The poisonous darlings we ought to kill, the habits we should break, but we all prefer to wait for the famous first of January to begin.

   We must realize the New Year is just that, a new year. It does not suddenly confer on us greater self discipline or stronger will power. You want to shed some weight? Forget the first of January, start running today. Need to quit smoking? Don’t smoke. The company that’s doing you no good, if you intend to cut the strings in the New Year you might as well cut them now. Better sooner than later.

   Today, tomorrow, any day is equally appropriate. You do not need to plan towards being a better you next year, embrace the new year with you being better, healthier and wiser.