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Hey diary. My heart is heavy. The spirit behind the latter feeling has completely overshadowed me.


The thought of him makes me do this...
"Give me the minstrel's seat"
Now listen.
Sometimes I wish I could say "I love you" kiss your cheeks and....
uhmmm your lips
I wish our hearts could be in love just our hearts
I wish I could have you when I want you, control your ups and downs, posses you and I want to own you (like some bag of cash). YES!! I want to be the LORD of your life.
I just wish I could rule your heart, mind, soul and body.
BUT
You can't have me,
You can't control me,
You can't have my loyalty,
I don't want commitment
I just want to have you when I want you.
Yes, I know it's SELFISH but that's how I feel.

Thanks.

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© ANGEARL INITIATIVE


PROEM

I'm starting this diary with a mixed feelings, the joy of being in love and the pain of his delay. I need to ease this burden off my heart cause it weighs heavily.
I think am confused about what I feel. Sometimes I feel I really want him to stay while most times I feel its just a fling I want. However the former feeling dominates me and that makes me feel I don't want the latter.

I resorted to making a diary cause I know it won't judge me. Its listening ears are all I need.

The content of this diary is a fiction inspired by true feelings. (Whatever that means)

I love comments and criticisms.





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Make A Move:
(say you love me cause i love you too)

Take a glimpse of me
I'm a damsel not a statue
Hurry up and take over my being
I won't last forever, am turning blue

Make me feel better
Whisper all those sweet nothings
Cause you do them better
I want just you, not one more thing.

Take my arms darling
Cause it was meant for you alone
Don't leave me hanging
I have waited more than I can condone

Say my name sweetly
My senses crave to feel the warmth
For your voice embraces me so gently,
Making harder the part of me that's soft

Grasp my hands and take me to mama's heart.
Zero worries dear, I'm as endearing as a dove
Make that decision and let's walk that path
I am, I only have and I can only offer you love.

Make me your bride
Hold me down and let's fill up our ribs
Then watch the glow of my pride
As i knit some beautiful bibs.

A friend is a person other than a family member, spouse or lover whose company one enjoys and shares a bond of mutual affection with; such a person supports, assists, guides, protects and generally cares for the other.

Friendship goes beyond an acquaintance or associate, it goes beyond walking or working with a particular person or spending long hours with a person as this may be influenced by many factors such as career pursuit, academic endeavors, religious fellowship amongst other circles in which a person would be bound to associate with others.

Many people have the misconception that friendship exists in the circumstances pointed out above however this isn't so. Friendship goes beyond physical companionship or circumstantial interaction. Though it can't be totally ruled out as it forms the basis of friendship as the popular saying goes "the journey of a thousand miles begins with a step" Friendship may stem from such environment however the parties must reach a consensus and not merely assume they are friends.

Friendship thrives in agreement, the both sides must coincide. Their minds must meet and agree to work together. It cannot exist upon assumptions; which breeds a situation akin to "I am your friend and you are her friend not mine". This may cause heartbreak as one may not be able to meet up to the standard of expectations which the other has placed him on while assuming friendship.

What is friendship?
This two persons who stand by each other no matter how hard the storm rolls or the wind hurls, bounded by sincerity and trust.
They must get to the point where 'thank you' and 'sorry' would not be found in their pool of words. Why? Helping each other becomes a tradition that saying 'thank you' will amount to unnecessary repetition of same words 'tautology' And amazingly they won't hurt each other which means no one will have to say 'sorry'.
Most importantly, there must be affection. It seals the deal. Mutual genuine love cements the relationship forever.

Who is your friend?

Angearl.

hey boda Austin lol. I must commend your imaginative prowess. u really got me glued. I love you for that. This is a wonderful story. keep it up.

Emmm boda Austin, u know am actually a meticulous critic, my mum said I caught that trait from my grand mum. isn't it amazing? lol.
There are a lot of grammatical bloopers. Try n edit your work properly next time.
I will like to be ya friend cos I'm a quill addict. drop ur watsap number if u don't mind.

This piece is meant to draw our attention to the prevailing hussle to establish a goodwill which I perceive as an insolence. Being a very emotional person and a moralist, the slightest insultive word or words addressed to me or a class am a member of would most likely affect me. And as an advocate of peace,I was moved to post this. One sunny afternoon, as I was on my way from work, tired and listless, longing to quench my thirst and rejuvenate my soul. I signalled a lad hawking drinks, he quickly crossed over to the side of the road i was and stood by the entrance of the bus. "Bottle water! lacasera! teem! Auntie, which one you want?" he hollered at me and the other passengers sitting patiently, waiting for the bus to be fully occupied. "Coke" I said, "cold one o" The boy lifted the bowl from his head and carefully placed it on his knee. After going through his bowl, "coke don finish auntie, but I get another one wey be like coke" he said. With an irresistible smile on his face. Famished and eager to satisfy my thirst I accepted the coke look-alike, the boy then moved towards another prospective buyer. I quickly opened it and gulped down enough to extinguish the fire thirstiness had set on my throat. Rejuvenated and exhilarated, I started handling with the almost empty bottle. Suddenly, a yellow line caught my attention. I was thrown off balance after reading the words indited in blank ink on the yellow line. A gush of anger and regret engulfed me. My head doubled in wonder for I felt lowered in the minds of the right thinking members of the society, I mean I felt defamed. How could they? Of all words in the encyclopedia of words to be used for a promo!! Who calls his patronizers or targeted consumer Long Throats? When i was in secondary school, I was made to understand in Economic class that the interest of a consumer is paramount to a manufacturer. Now I begin to wonder what the manufacturer of this brand really thinks of his consumers. "Long throat" is an abusive imputation in our society. It's used to describe a glutton or a greedy person. It's insultive, degrading, , offensive, repulsive, ridiculing, slighting and uncivil to address one as "Long throat" simply because 20% extra was added to a product. It is quite Rude.
Similarly but more maturely and civilised COKE is now 60cl, same 20% extra but much more appealing. We don't get abused and we enjoy the extra gush of same irresistible taste and guess what? it's amazing sharing a coke with yourself (having your name on the bottle)or a loved one.
Summarily I will like to drop some sapient advice for the brand that manufactures for gluttons. Firstly I can only describe the brain(s) behind the promo concept as intellectually slow and inhumane. What ever clouded their conscience and sense of reasoning when they initiated the scrappy idea. Thus, I recommend a civil orientation for their employees, a session for training and re- training where they would be inculcated with the moral standard our society operates on. And secondly, I suggest the promo be withdrawn gradually for the sake of goodwill. They have lost my patronage and millions of other liked minds. #SayNOtoLongThroat Share A Coke With Me. I love coke. DIARY OF A COKE ADDICT.

nice

Nice one

anticipating for more. Nice

JimsonJaat001:
This is meant for intelligentisia only.
I am a writer too,specialise in Poetry and Drama.Will love to meet you guys.Facebook: Jimson Jaat Taofik Whatsapp: 07060590528

thanks Jimson. will love to hear from u

RemenZack:
Your poem is nice and I love your Allusion. Follow me and I will kindly follow back.

thanks dear. I'm following you now

nice

khuja:
Nice one...I could use it as a play on stage.

thanks. I'm honoured

try reading it over again. Thanks for the comment

fact! Nice one. check out my poem please www.nairaland.com/2826451/not-man

Nice piece. So touching. Women are really suffering from this so called kind of men. This nefarious attitude of a failed man informed my last write up. www.nairaland.com/2826451/not-man #WomenMustConquer

Deafening echoes loud the markets in the noonday.
The ever buzzing street screams silence.
Empty yellow boxes abandoned here and there!
Where is everyone?
On the other side of town,
Came a welcoming foul smell;
From mountainous garbages.
The tyres and toys of the street kids.
Lying like the dry bones in Elisha's vision.
The white houses are now brown n rickety,
And their doors and windows vacillate.
To the rhythm of the hurling wind.
Up the high school road,
The caps were hanging idly;
Waiting for the meritorious heads.
The schools are filled with nothing.
On the corporate world,
The letters are longing for warm gleeful palms.
The golden color of the streets
Speaks of its isolation.
Where is everyone?


By Ifunanya Nwodigwe

Please drop your comments. Thanks

Thanks Shola. I really appreciate.

Beautiful

hello everyone. compliments of the season... it's my first time of posting a piece on nairaland. please go read my poem. www.nairaland.com/2826451/not-man thanks

no idea on that, this is my first time of posting a piece here.

thanks......nice start up there.

I like I like

yes. nice meeting you

NOT A MAN
Stiff-necked creature!
Watered but dry by nature,
Naturally or nurtured to be
I don't care! Failure is he.
My pain is the tree of his smile
Even when I walk a million miles.
A sweetheart of stone!!
I have tried to work on my tone,
But he is such a being
Who was made for the bin
He has turned me to a sadist
For in his smile, I see a beast.
I loathe his joy and happiness. Yes!
Let me be what you think, not more or less.
I say "necessaries" Him "on your marks"
"Fleeing never solves a thing, but adds"
He chanted all the while 'in the future
So fine like the sand in the seashore'
How I wish the future is eternally for me
Passed, dusted and the glory eluded me.
"The future is bright" I saw it before dawn.
It was illuminating and like wax, its gone.
I wish my past is present, not future
For my future is clearer in the picture.
But the future is passed
And am headed to the past.
I wine and dine in sadness
For ahead is the burning darkness.
This blind affection is also deaf.
Now with my head on the platter and he, the chef.




by Ifunanya Nwodigwe

Please drop your comments, critics.......