I'm Still Here...Doing What I Love.

Christmas was fun and I am just recovering from it hahaha. Sorry for my absence for some days...nah... It has nothing to do with Rusty... I've been resting...eating...watching movies and of course, working too hahahaha. I tried to strike a perfect balance but then...no balance is perfect hahaha...

Enjoy some lovely poetries as well...

To A Rare Gem...

I call her mum because she has lived up to that role
She stepped up and filled in the space, no hole
On her shoulders, I can see farther like a taller pole
She's like the fuel to my lantern, like a soothing balm to my sole
How refreshing it is to find someone who genuinely care, a refresher to my soul
What more can I say about this wonderful mother that is full of grace?
It evident that her touch is blessed and Angels are on assignment on her case
Her influence spreads like fragrance and on every life she touched you can trace
A billion yards of motherhood material, way better, covers more and expensive than the lace
What else can I say about her heart made of gold?
Meet with someone who has had an encounter with her, you won't need to be told
Ever gracious, ever young...her youthfulness blows my mind as she smiles through all ages
She's swift to share good tidings and that's always goodnews on her page
Her smile is so calming regardless of the situation, she eases every pain
Her soft spoken words send showers of blessings just like the rain
Her kindness is so infectious and moves faster than the train
Looking at her calmness and delicateness, she's the one without issues, no strain
Her soft-spoken words can melt a hard made of stone
Her words are always seasoned with sweetness, goodness and kindness
There is this aura that trails her presence so everyone wants her closer
I am happy for the gift of access to be able to call her mother
Happy Birthday to you, my sweet mama
I love you without apology, without reservations and without explanations
You are a good good mother and your intentions are always noble
With all I've seen and known, mama, with your life I can write a novel

Happy birthday and compliment of the season mummy.

She celebrated her birthday a few days ago and I can't help but celebrate her here too. She's a good good mother and I feel privileged to have come in contact with her.

Why Are We Here?

I throw lights at people who need to lighten up
I shine brighter for people that needs to brighten up
I give a shove or a gentle nudge for those who need to brace up
Why are we here if not to make life better for one another?
There would always be those who want to throw discord just to put asunder
They focus on what you are not doing right as they are fixated on your blunder
To make you feel less, they roared like the thunder
Forgetting that we are all capable of seeing the worse in life or the wonders
We are here to make life easier for others even if sometimes we don't find it easy
We leave a trail of our goodness in everyone as we grow and go through life
It's hard to control the actions of others even when you are good to them
It's hard to make anyone see reasons they don't want to see
Leave the path of trying to make everyone see what you want them to
Stop trying too hard because your message would get lost in the end
Focus on yourself and what you need to do and are doing
Most people learn faster by observation rather than by instructions

Most of the times we want to do too much and we cause more harm than good. We are so focused on helping that we go all out and hard trying to make others see our reasons rather than just modelling it first. We are here to help one another but it doesn't mean everyone would accept it. Do the things you can and stop trying to do too much just to impress.

Slippery Slope.

Who are you trying to impress with your words?
There is no guarantee for wisdom in multitude of words
It sometimes shows desperation as you want to show yourself as a lord
In the multitude of words therein lie some lies with a sword
A sword to hurt yourself after your cover has been blown open
You caged yourself in a world of your lies in your coven
Only you feel the heat of your lies, as you craftily baked your likes in the oven
You claimed to be who you are not, still, it won't elevate your status
Words of affirmation without efforts would still keep you where you are
You hyped yourself to earn the respect you know you didn't deserve
People of low self esteem and confidence often want approval from others
Feeling by making people see what they want them to see would make them accepted
It's a slippery slope because the walls would come crashing down in an instant
When the darkness got found out by the light
And such a person has nothing to hang on to any longer
Humility is key and has paved the way of respect for those who didn't go searching for it
In a world where everyone just want to speak, I want to listen and speak when I should
As my words are seasoned with poise, grace, humility and honesty

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks. I am love's chemical content in human form and that's why  I advise people to take a dose of "Olawalium" daily. 🙈

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