SWEET ARCHITECT (Emeli Sande)

Sweet architect!
I hope you are listening to the clamors in my head
I hope you see the pain I feel in my chest
I hope you see that I really am trying my best

Sweet architect!
I hope you’re seeing the tears my eyes harbor
I hope you realize that my heart sobs
I hope you see me in my origin as someone with naught

Sweet architect!
I hope you see my soul is a mess
I hope you see me try again and fall back on earth
I hope you see my laid back at night trying to reach the heavens for help


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IMAGINE

Imagine a world for no and everyone
Where we all are here to be as one and to save the world
Where we have no differences at heart despite the differences at hand
and our nations can all relate with one happy and unified mind

Imagine a place like home that is not your or my own
Where we could shelter as many people it could condone
a home with fights and get back togethers
Where nothing is left in our hearts to keep that might lead to someone’s death at night

Imagine a dreamland, not this wander-land we think is a wonderland
Where the only thing we seek is profit over feelings
Money over family and corruption over redemption
But such a land that is rich in the manna we have in our hands and give out to those who lack and never had

Imagine a world where the world knows and does right
And we could all end these meaningless fights
That has taken so many lives
Till we were so lost fighting that we forgot to take care of our dying brothers while they were alive

Imagine a world where we could reach to the next person’s soul
Let him or her know
I am here and all will be well
And we are not so selfish that we always want to neglect them

Imagine and keep doing so
Let us plant in the hearts of our neighbors what we’d all like to sow
For what is worth doing is better done well
And we can all have for each and every one of us, a living watered-well

I know that you may think this is unachievable
But what is not achievable is what we cannot imagine
For the power for us to become one is locked in
And we just all need to tap in, knock on the door and see what beauty every one of us has within.


You are not black and I am not white
We didn’t come here to be, by colors recognized
We came here to show that we can care
And that is why we all are here.


From a friend that cares,
The boy
©Emmiasky Ojex

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DAGGER IN MY HEART

Memories of that day rest in the bosom of my heart like a dagger
I had gone into your room to help wash,
Your little niece who knows nothing of the double-edged sword ones of the man I've been with since 6
You came at me and started making advances
The little breast I had have you delight
You toyed with it like a baby does with its toy
despite my not wanting to play, as you tagged it
You called me to get closer
Your mother cannot know of this, I promise, you said
"But, uncle what do you want to do?", I'd reply
Just want to show you something and you slung out your newly bought mobile phone, Nokia X3, the latest as of then

Brother, who is this for?
Mummy Junior? No, you said
But Junior cannot use a phone yet, his hands are too minute to hold this type of phone
You smiled and said.
You, my dear, I bought it just for you and no one else
Then, I was fooled by the feeling of having a personal mobile phone, finally, I would be able to call Papa, whom I have eaten my heart out for in the village and a little bit of pride amidst my fellow mates in school who do not own one yet

What a gullible me, little did I know that I was walking directly into the fisher's net with the bait it let out in my mouth

Thank you brother, I will use it very well, may God bless you and continue to provide for you, I'd say
Amen, my dear, Amen, you know, I want to go shopping tomorrow, maybe I will buy new clothes for you
and that was how it started, your hands went deep in me and I screamed, Uncle Matthew, stop, it's painful
What is wrong with you Becca?
Don't you want the phone?
I will give it to you and even buy you other fine materials
But, Uncle, why is your hand in my private part?
Our teacher says we should not allow anyone to touch our thing
But, am I anyone?
I am your Uncle, the one given birth to after your mother, could I hurt you?
You went deeper in and I let out the tears that had been welling up in my eyes,
No, Uncle, I can not do this and 'gbam', you grabbed me as I made way to run out of the room and threw me on the bed,
I knew hell was getting lose as you loosen the belt on your trousers
Uncle, please, I beg you in the name of God,
I am just a small 13-year-old girl

Em, the phone, please take it, I don't want it anymore,
Just please let me go and continue my washing the clothes outside before Aunty comes back.

Aargh aargh, Uncle NO please No,
I made a final attempt to escape your grasp but slam, on my face landed a slap from your rigid hand

I knew it was here, you were naked and forcefully tore the dress Aunty bought for me.
Now let's just go slow and steady,
I won't hurt you, dear, your hands in me and I said, Daddy Ransom, please aargh, it's painful, I swear it is.
Let me go, please;
But you didn't and inserted your penis in me,
Aargh, It took a great touch out of my little genitals to understand what was occurring
A few in and outs, watched me releasing all the tears in my eyes
Uncle please, I'd continually pleaded for you to release me from your monstrous hold and let me go, but these all fell on deaf ears
***Ten minutes out***
Woah, you're sweet Nessa, you complimented my forced performance with you on the bed and out of the room, you left.

My eyes gave out more than it ever had that day

To talk was an issue, even when Aunty flogged me for not responding to her inquiry of
WHY ARE YOU CRYING VANESSA?
DID ANYONE FLOG YOU?
DID YOU INJURE YOURSELF?

What am I to do?
How am I to say it?
That your husband, Daddy Junior forced himself on me, your Elder brother's daughter!

My nights were hell, all my clothes turn stained with RED
Too many agonizing screams at night, my face, heart, and genitals bled

And there was nothing to do 'bout it!
"If your sister hears anything of what happened yesterday, I will personally kill you, your threats were not just words to me, I took them seriously as it gets to me and I held on to them firmly."

Of course, I didn't want to die, so I had to shut my mouth in my SILENT SOUNDS.

Days after days, I still hear myself screaming that night
That huge incision into me
My agonizing scream and what effect it took on me.
Many days, I couldn't even walk properly and I could tell no one about it.

You left a dagger in me
A ghost borne by you is left to taunt my soul day and night.

I'll always remember, even when you die
I'll always carry my memories, it can not be forgotten, only let go.

Do not leave a dagger in one's heart, it's dangerous.

From a friend that cares,
-The boy�




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WHILE I STARE

While I stare at the deep of the earth
I tear from my eyes
Is this what He made it to be?
Were we all meant to live like this?

Guns became our toys
Breaking hearts became a thing of joy
Corruption became a hobby
and we've turned immorality into our Tommy

Now that I choose not to be part
they tag me, a daft
that I am dumb
for not wanting to be part of the smart ones

While I stare at the repulsiveness
instigated and done by the of the sons of men
Not even afraid anymore, we sleep and dine with them
and are forced to be close friends

Now, I am void of tears
What is the need to weep over what is dead?
I will try my best to revive them
Not cry over what will not be solved with tears.

I will save the few I can
So they also can stare from afar
and thank Him for our lives;
the lives of positive influencers.

-Emmiasky Ojex

DILEMMA

Oh! I am in a state
a state of confusion
Where i don't know which way to go
a state of dilemma

Oh! I am in a state
a state where i don't know what is right from wrong
Where i see two road; a narrow with few and a wide with many
a state of dilemma

Oh! I am in a state
a state where i start to question my loyalty
Where it's either to stay put or move on
a state of dilemma

Oh! I am in a state
a state where i get complains from both sides; both good and bad
where i get tempted by the vanits of life
a state of dilemma

Oh! I am in a state
a state where the joy of eternity seems too far ahead
Where i get addicted to the phrase "LIVE FOR NOW"
a state of dilemma

Oh! I am in a state
a state i can only be saved from by HIM
Where only THE POTTER can help
a state of assurance

For, I am now in another stage of the state
a stage of addiction to the narrow
Where i can envisage now that my future now and later is shining bright

A state of SMARTNESS

How about a room where all we do is write poems and promote each other's works?

We've seen enough of entertainment garbage on nairaland, please.