The Wondering

Do you want advice 
Ask the ones who know
How to chew their words with kolanut and alligator pepper

Ask them of life
They will tell you things
For what the elders see from their bottom
The child will not from the tree's top

I speak not of the wrinkled and the bony
For grey hair, missing teeth and bent frames
Are not always keys to wisdom’s stores

Though this may seem true
More times than the fetching bucket
Returns empty from the watering well

Ask them of life’s lesssons
They will tell you slowly
Ask them again and again
For the child forgets so soon

And our land overflows with mouths
Chewing kola and alligator pepper
But where did wisdom go
Did the children stop asking or
The old stopped answering

The Womdering - A poem by Uzzi Ologe

Uzzi Ologe🏆

Uzzi Ologe is a wannabe lots of things – poet, storyteller, critic, scholar and general writer of stuff… if only he gets around to actually writing (but God will help him). He loves banga soup and eba. When he is not thinking of writing, he is watching movies or daydreaming. He is also the most boring guy on earth.

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I have made minor mistakes that have had major consequences. Whenever it happened, I felt overwhelmed by self-pity and self-doubt. However, I’ve come to realize that I need to break out of that cycle. I know now that I’m able to do so by choosing to forgive myself. And to prevent mistakes, I will try to be aware of where I am and what I’m doing at all times. That way I would be more successful and productive.

Read a book today❤️

The Last Days Of Fall


Happy October guys!

So, I wrote a poem for the first time in many months and want to share it with you. Yet again I am looking forward to this month, and grateful to have had an awesome start. I pray October stays kind to me and to you.

Okay, enjoy the poem, bye.✌️🏾

Under dark skies 
City lights sparkle like stars
But soon the sun will come
To chase away wispy dreams

Of magic and spells
Conjurings and potions
Of wizards and witches
And freshly mown grass

Deep in dungeons
Ancient powers stir
Waiting to be awakened
On the day of the dead

To walk among the living
And feel life throbbing
Blood hot and red
Awakens sinful pleasures

These are the last days of fall
For soon winter comes
Bringing endless night
And warmth will be no more

I’ve more images to add to my gallery😁❤️

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On Waking Dreams #2


In my waking dreams
Reality is sullied
The world is chaos and order
Time flows backward
And nothing is everything

But what is this?
Where did the time go?
My memories of this place are empty
Beseiged by fantasies
I'm lost

Winter has come
Gone is the trace of the sun,
Still, I remember
The feel of warmth on my skin
And the taste of it

I lie awake in bed
My mind whirling like a desert storm
I see with my inner eyes
Nothing is hidden from me
I am master of my dreams

Love You Everyday


I want you to let me love you
The reason is of little importance
I want to hold your hands
All you need to do is to never let go
Words are often misconstrued
And malice breeds like sewer rats
Tracking filth on the sheets
Therefore I'll let my actions do the talking
Give you smiles to drive away your fears
Hugs to reassure you that everything will be alright
And if you still want the words, I'll give them all to you
They will sink like serums into your pores
The cadence of my voice as potent as a siren's song
All I ask is that you let me love you everyday

Thank you for reading. Let us not forget to choose love everyday.

Working on a new feature for my blog called Snail Story. It would be flash fiction stories of less than 200 words. Will you be interested to read it? Please leave your comments, I’d love to know what you think.

I’m currently reading this book and I’ve found out that it has hidden gems. 😍

Hello June!


Finally, the month of May is over and June has come to stay. Guys! let’s take deep breaths as we release May into the wild. Now welcome June with a big smile, because I find it hard not to truly appreciate the month that ushers in summer. If High School Musical is to be believed, then SUMMERTIME is the time of our lives. That’s the hype! You can go to the park, pool, picnics, the beach, wear shorts, get a tan, go for a holiday, and all things bright and beautiful.

Me: Hello June! Please be nice.

The Universe:  Finger’s crossed.

Conversation with the universe.

Still not buying it right?

Me neither.

June for me equals a lot of sunshine, which translates to oppressive heat and sunburn. Therefore, I would spend much of my time staying indoors/under a shade, applying a ton of skin products (how much SPF is too much?) and trying to hide sweat stains. Don’t hesitate to subscribe to crunching on ice, and taking baths 5 times in a day, I totally recommend it.

“June, please!” I beg, as I wring out bucketful of sweat. Pathetic!

Have a good day!

Wait! I heard June has more to offer (it’s up for debate)

A Good Month to Get Hitched and Make Babies

The month of June is for happily ever after and producing heirs. Yup! June was named after the Roman Goddess, Juno (Junius). She’s the goddess of Marriage and Childbirth. We are literally in a fertile month – that is mind blowing. Also, June as a name in Latin means Born in June. Very Original guys! 👏

Longest And Shortest Day In The Year

June is the month with the longest and shortest day in the year, depending on which side of the globe you inhabit. Between June 20 and 22, depending on the year – in the northern hemisphere, it would be the longest day of the year, and in the southern hemisphere, the shortest day of the year. You’ll have to live it, to know it. And June 21st, this wonderful day is the International day of Yoga, and Father’s day. Awesome!

Okay, June is looking up.

To keep us in a bubble of awesomeness and to embrace positive vibes from the very first day of the month of June, hopefully to the last day, is a lovely poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar.

If Not For June

If not for June,
My memories of Winter in December...
With a wish to witness,
The freshness of Spring March would bring...
Would not still remain so vivid.
As if only yesterday visited.
If not for June

If not for June
My eyesight would not be teased...
By the freedom felt in Summer,
With hopes that linger of those things I could do
Under clear skies showing bright Sun.
And seeing the fin shared by nearly everyone,
If not for June

And if not for June I would not be able to
From so many experiences I could pick.
June seems to be the month I can do this.
With a thankfulness I am still in the midst,
of a year that appears to have just begun.
With so much left to offer before it is done.
And for me this happens only when June comes.

Lawrence S. Pertillar

That’s as far as I can go with June for now. I plan to catch cruise as much as I can, indoors and outdoors. And take lots of pictures, maybe share it here in my gallery.

So, welcome June, do your best, and have fun! 😊😊😊

“By the freedom felt in summer, with hopes that linger of those things I could do, under clear skies showing bright Sun.”

If Not For June by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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Love Is Color


Rust, brown, was the print you left when you walked out the door
Heard the same lines, ‘It’s over’, funny because we just got started
Paper planes with white wings whisper through the air
Watch my mind drift thinking about everything when you’re not here
Words you said then, now means one and a thousand things
Like sun rays passing through stained glass, they colored my world
But since you turned your back on me it’s been a darker scene,
The warm night is colder than the arctic, my feelings blue
My head hurts a little, my heart hurts a lot and some more
I was once a rainbow, light spilled from my pores
Reflected in your eyes, but now like a daguerreotype the shutters are closed
It’s the final chapter of our story, still I pause on the last page
Maybe if I could find more paper and black ink I’d continue to write
Tell a tale of a love so pure, passion that burns fiery red, unending
Like gray clouds on a rainy day, happy ever after only happens in books.

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Hey guys! TTS will be kicking off next week Thursday. Really appreciate all the support and everyone so far that have shown interest in it.  Super thrilled. Thank you so much! 😍  Sharing and Connecting is the theme for TTS. You know that it will be as much fun for me as it would be for you. So show your love and don’t forget to share with your friends. Have a colorful day! 💟

Happy Birthday Musti🌹

Love, Bug.

My Little Lonesome Love


The rain approaches with rage,
And the heaven cackle and rumble
Dark clouds collide and tumble,
Transforms the world wet and gray,
Abandoned streets full of rubbish,
Reveal in the waning light.

Bravely I walk the stormy night,
While aching and yearning,
Wade through every puddle,
Bones chilled but heart fiery,
Certain my feet lead me steady on
To my little lonesome love.

Above there is chaos and turmoil
But my love is pleasant and warm
Cold hands wrapped in heated embrace,
To chase away the chill and desolation,
And our hearts confide that we are no longer alone
As we listen to the lulling sound of the rain.

I want to wish everybody a Happy New Month. Glad to have you around! MAY this month bring us all that we hope to have.

Even though we’ve had our fair amount of rainfall my side of the globe, the temperature the last couple of days have been very hot.

I miss the rain very much like a lover does.

Photo credit: Pexels

Happy to be done with this! 😊



I am not the victim in the story,
I am the knife that plunges in and twists,
The words pour from my mouth,
I love you
They weave a web of lies and hurt,
For the one that my heart beats only for
And I see in his eyes,
I hate you
Is the bullet that rips him apart
I stand before him and watch him bleed,
If he could, he would leave,
I love you
I say, so he stays because I hold the key,
To his heart, me with my smiles and hugs
Together and forever
I hate you
The times he wouldn’t give in,
My tears pool at his feet; like quicksand
He sinks to his knees,
I love you
And nothing else matters but this,
Even though the villain is me.

Photo Credit: Rigozo



May I be excused
This smile sits heavy on my face
Let it fade away
You don’t seem to mind
That I crumble like sand castles

As the days go by
I mark the time with soggy tissues
All those words left unspoken
Build a monument to you
This incompleteness will take some getting used to

Photo Credit: Rigozo

On Aging


When you see me sitting quietly,
Like a sack left on the shelf,
Don’t think I need your chattering
I’m listening to myself.
Hold! Stop! Don’t pity me!
Hold! Stop your sympathy!
Understanding if you got it,
Otherwise I’ll do without it!

When my bones are stiff and aching
And my feet won’t climb the stair,
I will only ask one favor
Don’t bring me no rocking chair

When you see me walking, stumbling
Don’t study and get it wrong.
‘Cause tired don’t mean lazy
And every goodbye ain’t gone.
I’m the same person I was back then,
A little less hair, a little less chin,
A lot less lungs and much less wind
But ain’t I lucky I can still breathe in.

By Maya Angelou