MY SPEAKING PLATFORM.

If I could, I would I will keep you close To my heart, in my arm Where you will be warm Away from the scary night Where you are afraid to sleep Cause the vision of fright Cuts deep into your dreams If I could, I would I will collect your troubles Roll them into a ball and Toss it into the sea I will build you a hut near The sea where the gentle Wind will whoosh your pain Away and leave you in serenity. If I could, I would I will be your eyelid that Closes each time the cloud Gathers in your eyes so There won't be a downpour I will be your tears that Never drops with pain I will turn your shed tears To raindrops of joy If I could, I would I will make you dream again I will revive and give life To your sickening stillborn dreams I will build you a mountain And carve your dreams on it So the world will see the Beauty of your dreams If I could, I would I will have you live life Over again with no regrets I will turn your mistakes To miracles, ...

Rivers of anguish, pain and sorrows Flows to streams, streams Of tears and of dead dreams Carcass lines in rows Hands separated from legs, all apart Life like flame, it burn The body cold as spirit and soul depart Death has visit and was not spurn Earth shakes, there is a hollow Heavy hearts, grievous grief Life becomes shallow Life is short, why make it so brief? Unnecessary shooting and killings What happened to being siblings ?

I walk, I walk Through a lonely path In search of the unknown With no guide, map or lead I hear voices, loud voices Walk, run, run, walk Which should I obey Can one serve two masters? I run fast, faster For I must get to nowhere in time The voice my voice leads on Then I run to a stop The road is divided, three parts Each one leads to a future unknown Dark, bright, dark-bright maybe Which should I tread? I close my eyes, I listen The voices were silent I look around, I see shadow My shadow, I am alone I must choose, I must One road is straight , smooth, wide The other dirty, dusty and bend The third grassy, never being grazed Thump thump! I hear beats My heart beats, it beats fear The voices returns Clear and loud they speak Take the smooth, fine road It is wide, there are more Footprints on it than others Tread on this one, it is bright No take the dirty, dusty one Bend, dark though it may look With just two or four prints But it is bright....

Well I think this whole concept of feminism is overrated. Yes, I share the same belief that women should be free, not like they are slaves, free from oppression, oppression from what really? Now, you may not know how much women face in a society, in a society where a woman does not have a say in it economic, political and educational affairs. A woman just want her voice to be heard, she wants to have a say, she wants to add value and she wants to know that she has your support, she wants to know that you don't think of her as a weaker body, they want to be free to express themselves without being reminded that they are women and that their place should be in the kitchen or in a man's bedroom as just a sex object, they don't want to be abused. But the just concluded America presidential election just made me to understand how much this whole feminism thing is overestimated. Really, what happened to all the FEMINIST? Why didn't the women go out in mass to vote for Hilla...

Gentle breeze, i loose myself in thee I surrender to your tender touch To your warm embrace, soft lips Every nerves in my body submits to thee. Gentle breeze, the tall green grasses Are in awe, bowing at your breath See how the leaves are dancing at your  Touch, they moan at your caress. Gentle breeze, i beseech you, stay Leave your love on my wanting lips Let your cool breath calm my body I make you ruler of my supreme being Oh! Gentle breeze, kiss away my pain As i close my eyes in total acceptance Of your healing touch,  Of your electric stroke Oh! Gentle breeze, my body i give to you As my heart beats away the rhythm of songs, songs unknown. P.S: just outside my house, under the tree, so i thought it wise to appreciate this free gift of nature. This gentle evening breeze is soothing. Plant a tree today.

Dearest future,  i can't help but to write you this letter, i just want to report my past and my present and all they have done to me, so that you can treat me differently and nicely when you come. My past and my present  have not been entirely great, at some point, i laud their efforts, there were times when in my past i cried every night on my bed, soaking my pillow because of pain, but my present sent me time, and it is healing every wound. There were times i was confused, not even knowing what you hold. Afraid to look into you, and when i did, you were too dark to see through, it only made me more confused. There were times  in my past i didn't realise how much of a gift waking up everyday was, i just lived my life as the day comes. My present has thought me that there is more to sleeping and waking up and more to the sky than just it's blue, black, and white. I am learning well. There were times i didn't know the difference between right and wrong, everythi...

It was unlike her, if there was anything Ruth wore better than a makeup, it was a smile. A smile that never fades, a smile-provoking smile. I mean Ruth can make you smile just by smiling at you. Her smiles were that contagious, it made her attractive. Her smile was like a magnet. It could search, deep, through the saddest of souls and draw out it purest smile. If she was happy, it reflected on her face and touched her eyes. She was a smiley like that. So everyone thought she was okay, as in,"she dey eat belle full " and we thought "ah! I dont need to ask you if you are okay, your smiles tells it all". I remember spreading my lips with my fingers in front of my mirror severally, practicing how to smile like her. She brought her sheen and shine, and injected it into every heart. It was not until the blood-chilling news of her death came, which left everybody numb, did we know that a smile can be a catchy and deceptive Sham. What could have made Ruth thought of suicide...