If all I can do is write, then that’s the only thing I can do right. I’ll share my thoughts with you, my piece, I’ll love to know what my readers think.
Stranger turned into friend
And friend into lover.
They wished what they had never ends,
because the bond grew stronger and stronger.
As the clock on the wall ticks,
Pride starring from the corner also winks.
Levity gained strength as communication didn’t flow
So as the relationship couldn’t grow
Lover, friend, stranger
Why couldn’t we take our love farther?
Our lost love enervate our souls
And Dear Love, so as it goes.
The long awaited day has come.
Fifteen years feels like yesterday, when I could make use of my eyesight, sit at the balcony and shed unseen tears.
With your countless rigorous beatings, you left me visually impaired.
In my darkness, I can see the anger on your face, each time I Call you pumpkin,
I see the dimple underneath your chin
I see the scars and bruises you gave me
creating crisscross patterns on my skin,
but the day I waited fifteen years back came today with just a sorry from you.
I’m already too relieved to grieve.
Hair packed up in a bun; red lipstick on my lips
Looking like a vindicated young schoolgirl,
Left with the option to outstrip.
He despoiled me without fear.
Smile, popping dimples; happiness moulded on my face,
I had to swing my hips and dance to the beat,
Sipping my wine, waiting for the next phase.
How could he not recognize the one he left incomplete?
Slipped my mask down to the tip of my nose
Acted as a bunny girl; I took him upstairs
broke my glass while he was taking off his clothes
Took a piece and stabbed him on the chest.
The cops got to me, and took me away
The monster in me will grow to avenge again!
A. O. BENEDICTA
Life may hit us so hard with all the forces of the world, and put us in a state where we wonder if we are to live life, enjoy life or give up on life? Iconic trio; live, enjoy and give up. It’s just like we being offered three different dishes, and the decision is ours to make.
Sometimes we allow opportunities slide through our fingers. Then we pray for another chance, after that; one more chance, then ‘last chance ‘. You can’t always see the entire staircase from the first landing, you need to take more steps, keep going, keep pushing, at the end, you’ll find yourself at the top and you just might be the only one there. Pretty good right? Okay!
People will say things to bring down your spirit with poignant and witty comments.
If something excites you and scares you at the same time it might be a good thing to try. Always trust your instincts, they are messages from your soul. There will always be someone who can’t see your worth, don’t let it be you.
Life can get easy only if you want it to be. So when you get that chance, make good use of it. Take that bold step. A girl who has given up on her education, you have a chance to make things right and move forward. When you get a chance to open up and pour out your feelings never hesitate. Even when you get the chance to talk to the lady or that man you’ve always wanted to talk to, ask him ‘what’s his favorite brand of wine?’, ‘what’s her favorite colour?’ ‘how’s his business statistics like?’, ‘or where is her favorite relaxation spot?’, because that might be the only chance you can get to know things about someone special, or try new things, but if that chance doesn’t come, you can go ahead and create a chance.. Just never hesitate!
A. O. Benedicta
Myself and my rival:
We are like the two sides of a coin,
We both take turns to turn,
_Shey dey say life na turn by turn_
In between, Bode was the _el garçon_
He was a master worshipped by two sluts,
Indeed he felt like the son of the sun
Left me for dead like the edge of a sword,
Shattered my heart like the sound of a gun
Yet, my feelings for him: intact like the surface of a gum.
What have I done to deserve this?
Or must war come before peace?
Thus I said to thy heart:
_”Why art thou so gullible?”_
Nay is Love for thee!
Till birds begin to crawl
And men begin to fly,
Then will thee love again
*Benedicta et Adolfo*