My journey began in a racy way. I was in charge and making special discharge To me, i spray form and made beautiful contents. My life were carved, organised and shown Just how and what i wanted from them. It was my definition of Perfection.

But, My passions failed, My events dusted Reality triumphing my dreams I spent a long night in tears But there was no one to ride my horse. My horse, left patches like thatches. Leaving time, to heal my blind patches.

My clock,Be Happiness I prayed! Heal my wound and make my rhythm flow. A plea to skip insignificant days. A request to drive its short hand, to the scene of my happiness. I asked to justify this pregnant cloud. My pain was not just a siren song, But its music made fun of me. Shouting to fate to provoke me.
Now He is here, Redirecting my flaws. He is here, preaching happiness as law. Here he is, Standing with Lion's Might. Here he is, Turning bowels for my food. Here he is, Running pretty lines for Love. Here he is, In a land of Opportunity. Here he is, having dreams that looks like mine. Dear God!, Is he my duplicate or an Imitation??
Looking through this window of emotions I will fly this jet with him, tasting the world. A world where distance holds no barrier. because I'll squat to make happiness our carrier. Even as it rains, we will be left standing. because I'll dig a ridge and mourn Pride. because I'll weave organized Fibres. because I'll clear bushes and make Gardens. because I'll forget the necessary expressions. Mother Anger bore us. because I've decided to be uncivilized, Even in the face of civilized savages.


He is in my world and I'm covered. my Hatchet knows a new Jacket. A Jacket covering newness. Newness of mind, body and soul. My world is a birth. And Birth remains special, Special is he, the midwife to happiness. And Special is a world tailored by him.

I bought a basket of corruption and added a flavour of misery. Putting the lines in a roped way. Inter wining each line in ups and downs. Corruption laid alongside pain. Pain, a hunt of the innocent lives. Life established in the human world. A world of misery, a world of gain.
A new day is born in a roped way. A huge escape from reality.
Is reality not connected with d spiritual? Or is the spiritual unhidden? These hidden things inexplicable. To define them is to be victims. To avoid them is evil. For they roped corruption and Love. And accords it in a civilised name " Love".
Love for money, women, fame.......... Interwines and confuses my basket of Love.

We talked for hours about Nothing as soft music played on, We walked side by side in endless circles Our mind fusing in attempt to be ' one'.
Breathing just when he breathes And you say our time was wasted? That love pointless? Without a hint of pain in your voice, Moving cold seeping into my bones, My tender heart going blue. Say that word once more to me I just maybe mad.
I wither inside as my hopes disappear, As the burn in my heart really starts, I sink into my bed and think of you Hoping i can dream it so serene. I write this for you to read and Get aches that will forever bleed. Yell me more words...look around, Has anyone loved you more than me? Even a strong woman won't tolerate you So give me some credit or i give you magic, Forgive what i say, don't hate me. Check my heart disk again, I know i must be mad.
Just for a minute, be my prince charming. For once again, my sun will shine. Clear the fog from my head, Be careful with my soul mirror. For i have stayed all night For a man that will never be mine. Say the word no matter what, I pray to bear or to bleed. No, take a break and hear this sound; My heart weeps more knowing I am mad.

This is goodbye and so it shall be. You must have hated me, i cnt blame you. Waiting and wailing, i must do. I invite an undiscovered planet to take me in, For the happier ones are just in love with themselves. As my amiable twenty sails aboard and My heart disk formatted again.
In honour of love

Upon a Mother's heartbeat
I know of heart and why it goes on break And I grew and knew it was real Scaring pretty butterflies away in a night Lovely words reborn into a different nothing The vase of my heart may be broken but My Gardener ends my frown as smiles reborn
My Gardener is special, sent from God above A love more precious than the rarest gem With my dreams fashioned and hopes painted
I humbly appraise my Gardener's worth It began with pain to give the garden it's birth And the older I got the more I knew My Gardener's love sincere and true in itself No stronger bond on earth Like her Love for her virgin garden I know of her heart and the echo of her voice.
A Gardener of Life, Destiny and Dreams Not thinking about it I've copied your style I've learnt to make knots At the tail end of my ropes I learnt your strength. For all the tears and heartache I will create a heaven in the name of YOU. I will weave you a basket of Love Through generations in Ups and Downs.
So Sink with me in this M in Meekness, Washed and designed On a low bench Tasting the T in Truth The shape of H in Heart Enforcing the E in Expertise and Redirecting the R in Respect in a roped way.
To the Love of a Gardener, Let there be no misinterpretation. To all Mothers, Who mapped the way To Heaven Above. #In honour of Motherhood. #Nne.

I know of heart and why it goes on break And I grew and knew it was real Scaring pretty butterflies away in a night Lovely words reborn into a different nothing The vase of my heart may be broken but My Gardener ends my frown as smiles reborn
My Gardener is special, sent from God above A love more precious than the rarest gem With my dreams fashioned and hopes painted
I humbly appraise my Gardener's worth It began with pain to give the garden it's birth And the older I got the more I knew My Gardener's love sincere and true in itself No stronger bond on earth Like her Love for her virgin garden I know of her heart and the echo of her voice.
A Gardener of Life, Destiny and Dreams Not thinking about it I've copied your style I've learnt to make knots At the tail end of my ropes I learnt your strength. For all the tears and heartache I will create a heaven in the name of YOU. I will weave you a basket of Love Through generations in Ups and Downs.
So Sink with me in this M in Meekness, Washed and designed On a low bench Tasting the T in Truth The shape of H in Heart Enforcing the E in Expertise and Redirecting the R in Respect in a roped way.
To the Love of a Gardener, Let there be no misinterpretation. To all Mothers, Who mapped the way To Heaven Above. #In honour of Motherhood...

Apart from a once secret lover, a love I built in my own little world. I knew the institution of love was created to a fault. I have waved it away when I hear my friends say they can't live without him. What joke was that?....well, perhaps it was just the mind playing it's game again.
Here the feeling came staring grudgingly at me. He was hairy and anyone could see hairs on his chests, his hands and even fingers. He was dark skinned and a nice stature of a Black- American. He looked ebullient and well-fed. He was sitting at a corner in the restaurant and sipping down a bottle of...........well, I was unable to find out or maybe that didn't matter to me. He must have been waiting for someone, I imagined. Was it his girlfriend? No, what girl would keep such kind of man waiting. His lips alone could make one gasp for breath. Suddenly I realised I had to find Emmanuel, who had being a pen friend for some time now. I have been standing there wondering what kind of creature he was.
Hi! he waved, displaying his teeth in a kind of Fake-smile show. Cold shivers ran down my tiny spine and tales hovered over my head.
Was that for me? , Is he mistaken?. I stood still and didn't move.
Hello!, his voice rang again this time in a more transparent gaze. I had actually waited for that faithful look as I walked up to where he was. I was careful not to miss a step as I pleaded with my legs for tranquillity. Could he be the one??....the Emmanuel have long waited to see? He was like a spirit man and I admired him more. That lips!......that part I couldn't explain. It could make a pen weep.
I spotted a nicely trimmed beard which reminded me of the present English gentlemen. I suddenly realised what I wore and was restless...my elder sister had long told me the gown looked worn out. It was really my first time meeting with him and looking graceful was all I had desired. Well, my aunt met her husband dressed like I did if not worse.. With this I felt encouraged and greeted him warmly. He was all I desired. My feet sank into the soft ground as he continually stole a look at me. The connectivity was strange and the love too.
"What do you care for?" he asked calling me back to my world.
"Nothing, am fine", I muttered.
Then I wondered if I was fine. I had actually gone to school that morning without breakfast and was heading back to my hostel when I received his call telling me where to meet him. It was a rather impromptu one and I was very famished. I blamed myself for giving such a dump response.
He called for the attention of the waiter ignoring my initial response and with a charming smile he said, " Nwanyioma, you are the prettiest thing I have ever seen"
I swallowed hard not knowing what my response should be. This time, my feet went cold as I made to stand up. I needed to run away from him..Yes! I couldn't hold it any longer. As I tried to stand up from my seat, I realised the weight was on me. I forced myself out of the seat sending the foods and drinks splashing all over the floor. All eyes were on me, and my shivering greatly increased.
My worn-out gown, shaky legs and unkempt hair......there was none to hide.
It was dawn on me that I had lost him and I secretly prayed for an undiscovered planet to take me in because my hard disk has been formatted again
### To be Continued.....

The way I love
The reasons I give and
The mistakes I might make
Let there be no misinterpretation because LOVE is the purest thing on earth.










EPISODE TWO
It was a blue morning but there was something definite and curious in the air, a sad note was played upon the instrument of my skin. The bony ledges of the earth shed it's unnecessary flesh angrily at me. I was restless and so were my hands. Those words, those words and letters. I closed my eyes in an attempt to court some sleep but instead my mind trails off to him.

Emmanuel was indeed a spirit man who had a perfect interpretation of the other realm. Ooh that lips! I was never able to explain it till now. It was like a glue to my heart. Shall I stop at this moment or shall I plunge myself into the moment? The moments we shared, when our tale began, when I placed you in my heart and lost my senses and self. Every hour that passed, everyday that crawled by, my love for him grew stronger. My eyes would have revealed it all. My smile and giggle would have spoken those three words. My pride or Love? Words trapped in a screen should be evaluated and seen.
I had wanted to open up to Amaka to tell her the truth about Emmanuel. To her, Emmanuel was my run-away boyfriend who had come back and wanted to have me back in his life. Amaka had always advised me to accept him back into my life owing his charming Look. Little did she know and will know that I am the one who desire him. He is too jovial and no one understands what he feels. Can I say he loves me? Everything look difficult. We have been friends for sometime now and I have not seen any woman around him. He was very special and so was my love. I had desired to find him in the finest of moods so that I can tell him the big T in truth. I try to put them in words but my hands fail me. That truth: a simple question looking for a complicated answer. My heart keeps crying for a chance to be his knight,a Juliet, that special J.
Now I am struck again in this ocean of necessary words, a moment where I have to let go of all myself for him, my ego and pride too. I struggled to get a dress fit into me as I groaned at every thing around me. I have to try or die trying. Those words from my father rang again. He could have been too shy to say them to me. I walked out of my room not paying any attention to my thoughts as I made for his house. I was ready to handle whatever comes from this action. I smiled at the woman I have become and longed for a better planet to accommodate the likes of me.

Out of nervousness,I stormed into the room paying little or no attention to the log standing in like the door. Then I shook, There he was! My Lover and crush moaning in the heat of an unseen romance. I listened as I heard the name " Amaka" mentioned ad mist groans and pleasure. All my strength flew through the windows of dying words leaving me weak and wobbling in the knees....


To be continued...........