Friday 2 June 2017

FOR YOUR HEART ONLY


You are the exception to my general rule
Your smile lit up your beautiful  face
I love how your mind works
Your intelligence amazes me
It's like you came from outer space

I cherish every moment with you
Anything for you I'll do
You bring out the best in me
I was busy gazing at the stars
I never knew the moon existed

You bring happiness to me
As the sun warms the earth
For you I'll kill for
For you I'll die for
For you I'll live for

You are my sparks
You light up my world
Your are the ocean
That I'm willing to drown in
You complete me

You are my muse
The light in the dark
The female version of me
I just want you to know
I wrote this for your heart only.

Jawondo Jr

John wick quote

"Tell them, tell them all.  Whoever comes, whoever it is, I'll kill them. I'll kill them all"

John wick (chapter two).

From a book i may never finish.

From a book i may never finish.

The intro

As the couple stand at the altar, one could see tears dripping from their eyes. You wonder what would make them both cry.

The only conclusion your brain could draw is that they deeply love each other,
both happy they are getting married.  Well,  that can be one of the possibilities for many couples to cry.

But, theirs was different. The memories of the struggle they had gone through, hit them like a tornado. As they both watch their respective parents sit in the church front sit and watch them get married they couldn't help but cry.

Well, for this present day to have come to pass, they broke religion and tribal barriers. They shattered hopes and followed their heart. 

This is the story of two uncommon connections,  this is the story of beautiful lies and ugly truths.

Jawondo jr.

An Old friend


The book yearns for my pen
My ink beggs to be used
My hand is heavy from neglect
My mind aspires to produce
But my coconut head won't budge

What is wrong with me?
I manage to ask
It is me your old friend: said a voice
Old friend who?
Writer's block and I have come to stay.

ABIKU: THE DEMONIC CHILD

Sleep, and dream no more my child
For the world shall miss you not.
You left without learning to say goodbye
You came to this world
But couldn't see nor conquer
This unforgiving world

I carried you for nine months
And you paid me back by leaving?
For you I lactated
Now my breast milk is wasted
Your cradle longed to house you
Yet there it lays empty

Why didn't you stay?
Oh why?
Why did you leave?
Am I not fit to be a mother?
The world knew I was pregnant
But I have nothing to show for it

Iya Abiku they call me
Why did you let me be?
Go and come back to stay
For you are Abiku
The child who have come
But not to stay.

Worldly travails

Lies my mother told me
Bitter truths the world showed me
Friends gossip with me
And when i'm gone
They gossip about me.

The old want to be young
The young want to become adults
Death lurks around the corner
Religious crises followed suit
Over speeding drivers, came to help.

From a dark womb we came
Society teaches us about shame
It taught us how to play the blame game.
Now, we'll do anything for fame
And he'll kill for a dame

Thursday 27 April 2017

SICKLE CELL; WHEN LOVE IS A CRIME

SICKLE CELL; WHEN LOVE IS A CRIME. (an excerpt from "A thing of the heart ")

I wish I don’t have to write something like this, I detest people that write this. Yet here I find myself writing it, some write it to point fingers and play the blame game while others write it to console their loved ones.
 
But as for me, I hope to create awareness. For there are people like me also, and I don’t want them to end up like me. This may be the last thing they remember me by, because no one really cares. Too bad it comes in form of a suicide note.

Life is not fair I know that, but isn’t life too unfair to me? I was born with Sickle cell anemia. Who is to be blame for my predicament? Is it my parents who followed their heart and got married or their heart for misleading them? Well, to play the blame game is too late now.
My life has been a mess, and it has never been rosy for me as a kid and even as I was growing up everything keeps falling apart. Sick today healthy tomorrow was and still my case.

I’m tired of this world, nothing has ever makes sense to me anymore. Being sick today and getting better tomorrow wasn’t my choice. But now I have the choice to end it.
I hate it then, when after months of absence from school I hear my teachers gossip about my sickle cell condition and also I hate having to watch other kids play and not been able to join them because of my condition. I need not to be told I was an outcast, I knew I was one. I hate the way those uncles and aunties pitiful eyes bore at me anytime they come visiting.
 
I’m done with hope; I’ve been there before. I’m done with change, I can’t remember what the word means again and patience and I broke up a long time ago.  I can’t keep putting on that fake plastic smile, my acting days are over. I am the true definition of failure, no thanks to my dad who make it known to me always how much of a useless child am. To him I’m a financial liability. My hatred for this world is mutual; I have a million reasons to believe it hates me too.  Say I’m depressed, but does the dead care?

My heart is so heavy, the voice warning me not to commit suicide sounds far away now. To the only person I care about but still hurt me to see her. If you are reading this, I’m dead already. I’m sorry if this hurt Mum, just know that I’m sick and tired of watching you stare at me on the sick bed and cry. For it hurts to watch you cry. And what hurts more is, knowing fully well that I am the cause of your pain. I feel relieved that I get to save you from the part of watching me die.

Thanks for all your efforts Mum, I know you love me unconditionally but I love you more to go. Tell the world I came; I saw but couldn’t conquer for I am the product of a criminal act of love.

Adieu world.

Monday 24 April 2017

If only they know

If only they know.

One look at him stepping out of his Mercedes and you'll see the true definition of success. He came from rag to riches. He was nothing and now he is something.

His story...

He never knew his dad, he was too young to remember when he died. . The hardships they faced forced his mother to remarry.

His step father was abusive. One day, he came home from school only to hear that his step father had beaten his mother to death in a domestic quarrel and has since absconded.

With nothing and no one, he had lived on the streets, surviving on anything his hands could offer his stomach. A new chapter in his life opened when a local drug kingpin found him on the streets and took him in. He started selling drugs, the boss loved him because of his wit and honesty.  He never fails to deliver.
Before long he is at  the very top of drug distribution chain. He no longer touches or see drugs. All he deals with are numbers, money to be precise.
Many teenagers life are getting ruined by his drugs. He flooded the street with his drugs.
He lives a double life, in the day he is a business man and good Samaritan, but at night he is a ruthless drug lord. Everybody want to be like him, parents advice their children to be like him. For he is the true definition of success.

If only they know he is the cause for their pains, if only they know he is the reason their son is hooked on drugs, and have since stopped coming home. If only they knew it's his drugs that made their beautiful daughter become a patient in a mental health clinic. They would never celebrate him and pray their children turn out to be like him. Guys won't make silent prayers to have his type of money.
If only they know his story.
           Jawondo jr.

Sunday 23 April 2017

Childless; love surely conquers

Childless; love surely conquers

As I watch at him eat his food silently at the dining I can't help but wonder what's going on in his mind. It's been four years since we are married and I've not had a child for him. I remember how we have fought through barriers before we could get married. Him being a Muslim and me a Christian, nobody wanted us to marry but we were hopelessly in love and you love conquered all.

He is caring, and loves me as much as I love him. He keeps telling me he never married me to be a baby making machine. Though I believe him, I know deep down sooner or later he will bow to the pressure from his family and friends to take another wife. I want him to be happy, I want us to be happy, I want to hold a child and to stop been flooded by emotions whenever I hold other people's child.

I hated how our neighbour Iya bisi use to act whenever her kids her around me, she beat her child yesterday because she ate at my place, a barren witch I over heard call me. But is she to blame? If not me.

I must have been lost in my thoughts for his touch brought of me to back life, what's wrong; he asked . Nothing; I replied.  But he knows me more than myself, he could tell what I was thinking.You are thinking again, he said with a little anger in his voice. I said nothing.

Then he held my hand kissed it and told me with all sincerity,  Our love has won before, this time it won't be different. I melted and was rest assured.

Playing hard to get.

Playing hard to get

So I finally tell her Ooo. 

That fine girl that has been giving me insomnia. Every night I'm wide awake thinking about her heavenly face. A thousand stars I would count just to please her.

Interlude

You see, there is this part of me that has facilitated me been single for a long time now. Everytime I find myself liking a girl, there is this evil twin of mine that I can't seem to get rid off. He keeps making loose interest. The truth is I loose interest easily, It takes me a long time to fall in love, but to fall out of love. It takes me milliseconds.

Oya back to my story .

She's everything I want in a girl, I mean we have almost everything in common, except that I'm the male version of her. Our similarity is obvious like Pepsi and Coca Cola.
To be double sure that I'm in love, I  gave it time so that my evil twin can have it's way and make me loose interest, before I go an toast her.  But nay, thoughts of her stood still in my head.

After expressing my feelings for her. After exhausting all the punchlines my brain farm could harvest. She said nothing as if that's not worse enough,  she changed. She stopped picking my calls and now she's giving me one kain attitude on top WhatsApp.

She started replying me with the one word answers girls are notorious for. Make she just tell me "No" and lemme to mah fate. Because I don't think I can hold on any longer before my evil twin wins and I loose interest.

I think all girls should know one thing, there is a limit to playing hard to get. And me I cannor come and be begging for love oo. Pity date ain't my thing.

D way dis tin is doing me, I want to give up. Or maybe I've lost touch with this love thing coz its been a long time.

Help! I'm scarred for life.

Help I'm Scarred for Life
Today could have been just another Friday, wake-up, take a bath. Wear my starched native dress and go about my boring lecture routine. But no, this Friday was different.

This morning as I walked to the hostel bathroom to take a bath, my stomach rumbled, the type of rumbling that send signals to your yansh. That it's time to shit.

I ran as fast as I could to the toilet and on opening the door I was greeted by an horrible smell, but I shrugged it off. Months in Lagos hostel and you'll be used to the smell, Never did I know what I will meet, what I saw laying there in the water closet was a dark, enormous, olumo rock looking shit! staring at me with two brown spots that served as it's eyes.

I was nauseous, i ran out of the toilet as fast as I came and vomitted. My stomach dare not signal the urge to shit was gone. But the image is still in my head from morning till now.
I thought maybe if I write it down it will leave my head.  Pls somebody should come to my aid coz I'm scarred for life.

Friday 21 April 2017

"6" foot something, undone puff puff and him.


So,... There he was pressing his palm against his cheek. With eyes red like someone that just took oshogbo weed. He just got slapped, but this is not just your everyday slap. You know that slap, the type of slap that comes out of a thick labourer's palm. Yes that's the the type of slap he got, that kept his ears ringing.
And what was his crime?  He had flirted with the man's girlfriend. And the man happened to be muscular and six foot something. In short he looks like a club bouncer.
His friend had told him,  he has bad taste in women but he never took them serious until now that his cheek burns and he could do nothing but walk away. 
As he walks away from the scene, he couldn't help but think of what attracted him to the lady. The lady looks like an undone puff puff. Perhaps it's his bad taste in women, he's happy his friend is not present or he would have given him the "I told you so" eyes.
"Hold the tears, don't cry". A voice warned in his head.
"Just cry and ease your heavy heart of it's burden" Another voice encouraged as he continues walking.
"You are a man for Godsake you'll look ridiculous crying" The voice continued.
But the last warning sound too far in his head for him to hear. As he took the advice lf the latter to ease the heart's burden. He cried.
Yes he cried, And it was the wailing woman type of cry.

Wednesday 19 April 2017

Life is a game

She came back for more
And you can't resist
You know it's wrong,
Your wife awaits at home

But you want to do it again
To you life is a just a game
That you can't help but play.

Do what you love not what you like

To write is to assemble words in a way the mind can relate to. To speak is to forge words in ways the ears could not help but give rapt attention.
To read is to learn, to learn is to lead. But to find joy in your passion is to find everlasting happiness.

Do what you love not what you like. 

She said "NO"

Delighted I am
For if s thousand horses is to be ridden in me
Stumble I shall not
Well, the reason for my happiness can't be far fetched.
It's because she said "NO"

Tuesday 11 April 2017

Leave am to God

*Leave am to God*
She was wronged by her market supplier, he supplied substandard goods to her.
She fumed and complained, but her supplier showed indiference. She planned to sue and sought for advice from a friend."The case will drag on in court and besides you can't afford those expensive lawyers, just leave him to God she said". Thus, she gave up and truly left it to God.
   How many times have we been wronged in one way or the other? and like the woman in the story above, we also "leave am to God".  I'm not saying it's wrong to trust in God, but hey "God self" won't be happy with you if you are wronged and you let it go. The prophet (S. A. W) said: "Do not oppress and do not be oppressed".
  The truth is when we get told to leave it to God,  and we do just that. Our mind still get attached to it,most of us are guilty of advising people to leave it to God,
Brothers and Sisters please the next time you are wronged don't just leave it to God. Like a car sticker i saw which says "Don't just get mad,  get a lawyer".
Don't just leave it to God, get a lawyer. Unless you unkowingly buy chinko phone from challenge without collecting reciept and on getting home you discovered it's chinko. Please Don't even bother to go back, just leave am to God.

Monday 10 April 2017

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

“TO BE OR NOT TO BE” Hamlet
Love Literature? Read and let your mind do the literary appreciation.
One of my best character’s line in a play, is of hamlet in the Shakespeare’s tragedy play, Hamlet
Act three, Scene one; here the character points a dagger towards his stomach contemplating suicide, thereby giving a thought provoking soliloquy which goes thus:
“To be or not to be, that is the question. Whether ‘tis (it is) nobler in the mind to suffer, the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them.
To die: to sleep, no more, and by a sleep to say we end the heart the ache, and the thousand natural shackles that flesh is heir to.
‘Tis (it is) a consummation, devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep: perchance to dream: ay(yes) there’s the rub.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause. There’s the respect that makes calamity of so long life”.

MY ACTING DAYS ARE OVER

MY ACTING DAYS ARE OVER
        I use to care about what people say behind my back, i tried hard to please people. Those who i thought should understand me better, are the ones that are quick to judge me. I hate it when I'm defenceless against silly accusations , just because i don't wanna severe friendship bonds. It's been a long time coming for me, from yesterday to today and from today to tomorrow. It's funny how people who have been friends with you for a long time just turn on you like they never met you. What are friends for? They ask, i guess friends are there to make the phrase "stab in the back" become a sentence.
  Just like Drake's verse in his song titled "Enemies" "i gat niggas that i gotta act like i like, my acting days are over fuck them niggas for life".  My acting days are over too.