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llaykorn:
Bravo Miss Trouble!
Cc: JigsawKillah timpaker

my orijin failed me

kr0ne:
Haba! Don't look at it that way. Mikuz was obviously pissed that day. Mikuz, please help us unban Jigsawkillah so he can participate on the tourney. Cc: Ibime

I say I done tire for that section. I'm not participating.

kr0ne:
You no wan participate. . .even if Mik unban you?

yes. Someone insulted my parents and I got banned for saying 'dickrider'
seriously
I no get anything to do with that section for the time being.

Kr0ne

I no sign up na

llaykorn:
Who Has An Idea What I'm Taking About?

The gods have strange ways of granting our prayers
when we ask for impossible things. It is their sense of humor, a reminder that some fates are not intended to be defied. She sought immortality to preserve her illuminating beauty: never to weaken or ail, but to remain like an eternal burning flame ever admired. The gods warned her that all things were not as they seemed but if she sought to touch upon divinity, she should bathe herself seven days and seven nights within fresh rainwater and let no grain of food pass her lips.

Delighted she followed the godly instruction and upon the eighth night she awoke not within her bed, but aloft high within the sky: guardian of the night watching over the earth thus she would remain eternal and her beauty never wane, and all would look upon her in awe and wonder and envy.

But she grew lonely, though the stars sung to her...

There was no warmth and all she knew and loved was far below beyond her touch. So, she pleaded with the gods
to take back this gift they granted. The gods took pity
but somethings done cannot be undone; wee live with the choices we make. But they are not cruel and unfeeling, so they made her a compromise and after each turning cycle she was allowed to descend from the sky and touch upon the earth again, leaving the sky dark robbed of her ethereal beauty.

But one day she had to reunite with all she loved though soon they withered and died while she remained before once more, having to make her ascent and reclaim her seat above us all.

Now, this is deep. . . Deeper than what a mere eye can see. Let me go sip one Orijin, so I can understand it.


BRB

AllNaijaBlogger:
Collabo it is.......

Let the others signify their interest!

llaykorn:
Joseph1832 JigsawKillah Timpaker AllNaijaBlogger...
Let the five of us come together and do something na.

we can't do something! we can do a collab

Mrbigman1:
I no be area anything. Am igbo, working here so am not used to dia weeding.
Write good joor me like peom but no fit write

you're an Igbo living in Warri and you're not a wafarian? How nice!
Stay Tuned! The next one might shake you, really.

joseph1832:
LOL. Sure you can. Feel free. Take a cue from Mr Tim. I'm working on another piece that may make some tongue wag here.

hehe
make I just wait for that one. Good thing I'm following you, I'll always get the alerts lol

joseph1832:
LOL. You can tell her that yourself oh.

I wanna write a sequel to your made of black, can I?

Gr8Adedayo:
I'm not happy to report this but I think it is necessary. I really hope he doesn't come around to read this and feel bad. We have JUST TWO DAYS TO GO and the person I am paired with is not showing up. Can you please prompt him or get me another pair? Contestants 15: Divepen1 & Gr8Adedayo

llaykorn, if you need a hand, holla at me.

@Adebayo, Divepen is going to show up. And sometimes, you don't need forever to come with a poem. Just one skillful person like Divepen and before you know it, you're scripting poems in minutes.

Last year, when paired with Philtrum, he disappeared at first. And most times, we script our poems a couple of minutes before submission time.

But in case llaykorn could not fix you up with someone else, write a poem yourself for the time being, as two persons.

joseph1832:
Continue talking jigs, I'm sure Laveda is listening. Lol.

lol but that wasn't for her na

timpaker:
Good one Jiggy

Thanks, Boss!

Laveda:
Jigsawkillah . . . Nice one

thanks, Lady

Mrbigman1:
Taaaaaaaaa, love cost u weed and codiene.

See fine writer wey suppose dey write better poem na tidy and weed.

Chai! Dis world might end tomorrow.

Lwkmd

Am following u and waiting for a better sane poem jooor

lol you be wafarian
Area!
Na you con dey para say I dey write about weed? Na wa for you o

Just I and Anna
Just weed, no bandana
My room, kampala
My bed, Vahalla

Looking back, I'm lost
Truth is that, my loss
Surpassed what I ever gained
Tell What Love Costs?

What Love Costs? I pray thee, tell me!

Way before my first sex
Way before George's death
Way before Kingsley's sister
Had a bullet in her neck

Way before school became a bore
When truancy is for bullies
When I loved reading to the core
Picturing suit and ties after schooling

Way before I met her
Way before I tasted weed
Wished I never let her
Wished I never watched her bleed

When she cut her wrists
If you love me, take a drag
If you love me, take a sip
If you don't, you can leave

But I loved her, so I stayed
Dragged the weed with her
She had a fanta mixed with codeine
And I sipped with her

I lost conciousness, sleep with her
My innocence taken, get a grip, nigga
She made a thug
Out of a young boy in love

Tell me what love costs. . .

Classes became boring, Truancy became fun
From dreaming of making money a pen to making it with a gun
Principal was my School dad, now I see him and run
It became stealing, drugs and sex from dawn to dawn

All because I was in love
Tell me what love costs?

I'll tell you. . .
It cost me a life!
A future!