Iya

She must set forth before dawn
before the moon sleeps too deep
Before the white collared ones jug
accross the paved streets
Waving square bags
and fumbling with neck ropes.

She must set forth
Before the heavy breasted ones
sway past past with goods unsold.

She must set forth to tend her own
she is the master of multiple personality
order
she - the doctor
she - the herbalist
she - the teacher
she - the caregiver
she - the preacher
she - the lover
she - the friend

she is the mother....

The Rebel

Last night i stayed in bed all through. Waiting for him to come. Waiting to hear his footsteps on the wooden floor of my room. I wascrawled into a bun like a wounded millepede. I have to protect myself. I am like the endangered specie Ms. Grace talked about in her Biology class.

"If you tell anyone, i'll kill you"

His eyes burnt through his skull like fire and tears flowed freely down my face. Papa was a fierce looking man. He had thick, dark brows that were barely divided at the center of his forehead. His dark skin made it difficult to tell where the brows began and where they ended. I remember playing with his bushy beard when i was five. Now i'm ten.

"Things are different now, you're a woman now and i have to protect you. Its my duty as a father and i will not fail God. We must obey Him." he told me during one of his late night visits to my tiny room.

"Your bear-bear can plait shuku now" Mama often teased him. I thought he looked like Santa Claus, my very own Father Christmas. The big belly, the huge features and his wonderful black beard. But Mama was gone and i did'nt play Santa and daughter with Papa. I'm all grown up now.


"No one will know what happened to you if you die. I'll say you killed yourself, you hear" He pushed me against the wall last night. My back still hurts with pain. I started to recite Psalm 23 queitly like Mama taught me. How i miss her smell.

He leads me through the path of righteousness for his name sake
even though i walk through the valley of the......

I heard footsteps...he was coming for me....

Silence is golden

ive been thinking

ive been writing

ive been sleeping

ive been playing

ive been travelling

one thing i havent been doing

is blogging :)

Waiting for the Sun

Its been raining
Seven days since the last time we met
Ive been counting
Till we see again
Each drop, each second
waiting for the yellow sun

My head is filled with thoughts
Nightmares
Sweet fantasy
Your face invades my deepest secrets

Calm magic
stay with me forever
let our hearts engrave a sign
on this brown earth
like the lovers of old
One Romeo
The other Juliet
Stay

The Rihanna Syndrome

Our society must stop this cycle of helplessness that traps abused women. We must give them the help they need to escape the abusive spiral. But women must begin holding their loved ones to a zero-tolerance policy when it comes to violence- Jane Velez-Mitchell


Let me tell you a short story.

Girl meets boy, both fall in love. They rock the world together, or so it seems. Girl thinks she's found her soulmate and boy thinks...well never mind what boy thinks. Why? Cos boy beats up girl one day, and another day. Girl thought she couldnt take it anymore and told evereyone the dirty little secret...boy is a 'woman eater!'

Girl cries her heart out but knew she had to leave Boy alone for her own good....The End

Right?....Nope! the story doenst end there. Instead it starts all over again...Girl meets boy...yada yada yada

After the Rihanna and Chris Brown fight, i thought to myself "Good thing she dumped him. What were they doing together anyway?" Bue dear Rihanna proved me wrong by taking pity of the poor loverboy who did a lame apology song...without the words "I am sorry" appearing even once on the whole track! And in three weeks she forgot all about chris banging her head against the passenger window,in 3 weeks she forgot all about lover boy biting her hands ,punching her face and putting her in a headlock. Love, love, love...abi?

No, this is simply a classic case of battered woman's syndrome. She probably thinks she cant be happy with anyone else. she thinks he's her soulmate and life would me miseralbe without him. (Isnt that what they all sing about). however, real life is different from the 'RiBro' fantasy. I commend the Americans who observed the hazard this love story holds for young people. Not only does it send the message that domestic violence is permissible, it also portends a society where women put themselves at risk and fall into the brutal cycle of powerlessness, fear and low self esteem that often accompanies abusive relationships. To top the cake with icing, men like Chris Brown are given the liberty to remain abusive as long as they can sing a hopeless apology song after each pummeling and God help the Rihannas of this world, he would probably do an èncore at their funerals.

Miss Sanders and the Islanders

By now, Nigerian women are used to their men‘s sense of gender superiority. An average Nigerian man can acquire up to four wives and still not see a woman as more than an object to decorate his house with.
Recently, the United States ambassador to Nigeria, Ms. Robin Renee Sanders, was at the Island Club to deliver a lecture on Political Democratic Transitions. After the lecture, one of the guests, a female, pointed out that the Island Club was all male.
”In this 21st century,” Sanders replied, ”you can‘t be a leader if you exclude half of the world‘s population from being members of your club. If I had known about the all male status of this club, I would have reconsidered my invitation.”
To salvage an apparently embarrassing situation, the former Secretary-General of the Commonwealth, Chief Emeka Anyaoku got up and responded, saying, ”Thank God you didn‘t know about the club‘s all male status before getting the invitation. And now that you have pointed this out, it will serve as food for thought for the Islanders.”

Source: http://www.punchng.com/

Need i say more? ; )

Heartbreaker

Okay.......im back
I havent been Blogging for a while now but that doesnt mean i left my amebo ways(lol).
so let me just launch into a short gist, though not so hot like before but its worth talking about anyways.
I was on my way home from work one evening in a bus. The type of bus that takes you a long distance through serious traffic and if youre lucky to sleep, you'll prolly wake up 2 hours later at your stop.
Did i mention "if" and "lucky"? well, i wasnt lucky that day at all.

On getting in, i noticed a man singing loud like he wanted everyone to hear the lyrics of his praise jam (lol) This is a common occurence in buses so i sighed and prayed that it would be a short session. He started all right, warning everyone about the end-time and all. Truth is, by the time he started the sermon, i was actually on his side. Strange huh? I know the end time is fast approaching, not with all the signs we get daily.

But another thing got me on the guy's side; there was a young 'couple' sitting right beside me and they did was giggle and laugh at the preacher's comments and bad grammar. I thought to myself "Am i growing old or its just thsese people that are acting childish" lol

The girl couldnt have been more than 18 years old and the guy about 23. So i got curious (thanks to the fact that i suffered temporary insomnia) and listened to their gist. Guy was telling girl how he gets compliments from girls on his looks and all. I thought 'what the heck is this gu...'

But Mr. Macho wasnt done, he said his ex girlfriend was desperately trying to get him back but he doesnt like her anymore. "She's ugly and has scattered teeth, i cant even dream of taking her back!" I was patiently waiting for Mrs. I-love-macho to talk him down or something but all i heard was her giggling while she leaned on him like a desperate piglet. I was rather pissed but wetin be my own sef? I was only pock-nosing into something they didnt ask my opinion of. So that what amebos get!

But this really raised a question on my mind and i would like you guys to respond. Why do girls simply refuse to wise-up? They see a potential hearbreaker and still fall head over heels in love with the guy. They hear stories abotu how a girl in a similar situation got dumped by her man for someone else and they still fall for the same story by the same guy.

I got an intersting question from a friend one day. Why do girls love bad boys so much that the good guy begs and begs for their love but they seek the bad guy's attention only. I dont know o! Me i just like to see smart women who make smart choices. They learn from past mistakes and people's experiences. And for guys like Mr. Macho....i just wannt hit their heads with something!lol