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 WONDERING | 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.
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.
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 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.
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.
Still not buying it right?
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!
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.
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! 💟
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 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.
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.