A Good Writer Should Help Me Write This

@ Nikinash
U came closest to the exact description the initiator of this post gave as regards the key character's imbecility. From your narrative, one can easily tell Michael is abnormal as against others' attempts that tend to portray a very stubborn boy.

Straight to the point, plus you would rather appear humble, comparing yourself to Siskill just to enhance publlic relations. You sound generally a good person. please may I know u bit better?

Thanks everyone. _{doing a bow}

Honestly I have read all _{maybe not all} of Sisikill's write ups here and elsewhere and I really really think she is very very talented. The words just seem to flow right of her fingers.


@Sisikill
i don't know really, i guess he's just one of those 10-12 year olds who still behave like they're 3 or 4? Maybe.

@nikinash
Plz, could u still help me by telling a little bit more about u? I'D really love to know u. Or would u rather keep it mysterious like Sisikill almost does?

@ Ojukwu
Heeya, u know someone who ,  Maybe we have something in common - I can stand a lot of stuff but not such sight as down syndrome especially when the person is always there and cannot be avoided. It almost feels like a permanent disability on my own person - say my arm is cut off - I don't think I've said it how I feel it. _{Wonder if I'm making any sense}

@ojukwu
i believe what makes u a good writer is ur ability 2 step out of ur real life and assume some other personer convincingly,
a perfect make believe i supose

very well, i have been pushed to write about my sunday
i thought i never will, but i just have to write about it someday
and sisikill had to make it thisday
now am about to break it down like thisday - the news paper
Curse me if i be the hater
hater of sundays - the best day of our God, our porter
About his day, i have become a reporter

the sunday wont seem to appear more drab, it starts by waking up with that boring dream
Not night mares to which i would scream
but trust me, its about waking up feeling so tired, weak and maybe more slim
its hard to have a bath, shower and cream
i drag my feets at every move, inability to flow fast like a stream

to iron, electricity is all gone
no NEPA, how about i press bythe heat of the sun
or a charcoal iron - charcoal as black as my soul

This are the activities in my room
How about i go check out, if i could still do morning chores with a broom
i forgot, i aint sweeping today, its a sunday
there i am finding excuses not to think about the church and being in the congregation

i made my way downstairs
to my brothers room, filthy, lord give me air
No lies, i think he needs care


only this time, my brother aint an imbecile
thought of Christ never burst his bile
he had been dressed up all this while

mums service starts at seven
i only get to see her sundays when she is back at eleven
as for dad, i think we are pals
we don't both go to church afterall
i think about church we are even

but my brother begins to stall
'are you going to go to church at all'

angry he is at me,
little does he know that he is on his own, let him be hotter than the oven
I aint leaving my beds coven

In that house, its two against two
Me and Dad at home, My brother and mum in church.
but if i had gone to church, there would have been more girls to meet and woo



the truth is that sunday is a blessed day
in that church is our life's real sun, we can't do without Gods ray
in there, Church on sundays keeps every life in array
A home for those who have gone astray
astray to different temptation as sin in our life way
but what about the praise and worship
even if you don't want to clap or open your lip
doors in your heart are opened, and the spirit goes in deep
Sundays is the best day to live, see and keep
for better i keep living sundays than to RIP
I just joined nairaland, am blessed to write, i need reviews - so i hope y'all see this clip
its something short under 15 min of seeing sisikills strip
i think she is good, because i did flip

anyways, sundays is what you should embrace
its a wonderful day of the lords grace
about sundays, id try not to keep a grudge in my face
so bye, and give me a buzz or a trace

ayoodukale2002@yahoo.com

The thing is, I'm familiar with the scene.

the only difference would be the family status.

if I'm to write, id be in tears

You guys hv already moved me to

Yeah i know, but. . . . .

steppin in
@siskill

 u are quite natural. that is a d hallmark of a good writer.

@janji

 U sound more like a rapper.

I guess i have been fooling myself all along
thinking i knew how to write
maybe poetry or free lance writing aint my thingy
just too bad
 

@janji

who told u that u aint a good writer? its kind of funny though, great writers don't appreciate themselves.

@ sisikill

hey, thanks
well, i did a track once, it was my first try in diversifying from my poetry.
to know if i could sing. but its not working
late nights, i can't help listening to that track i came up with
bells just wont ring
i have been confused so much that i don't know what to do, i kind of went into article writing, my latest
a four paged exposure called GRADUATE DILEMMA.
locked up in my pile, knowing it would never be published

lately, av got more distracted that i wrote a new peom stating that i do not know if poetry is a player
am i being played like the poem i wrote 'ABOUT A PLAYER OR PLAYERS'
in this case poetry is making me fall in love and a still falling to the extent that it feels like my life is sold out to it
only to leave me broken, dashing my hopes. i just don't want to be a fool

i am confused, i have always been

@ saintsam, thanks all the same.