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Saturday, January 25, 2014

My Ecclesiastical Musings.

1. There is a thing I have seen and observed in the affairs of lovers, in the affairs of men and the women in their lives. For I heard them in the moonlight, whispering after an energetic romp,and I perceived the ineptitude of their pillow-talk, and how misleading the words uttered in their moment of euphoria were.

2. For gone are those days men declared their assets to their beloved, while her soft laps pillowed their heads as she stroked it. Samson tried it and his eyes were gorged out by his enemies.
But what more can they do but for them to mouth their sweet nothings?Yet I say, Woe betide those who stake their lives on pillow-talks. Love is shown, not only in the soft cushions of scented beddings but also when the heat and pressures of life come pressing in. Love is questionable if the only time it is declared is amid a romp, while you are breathing hard down my neck.

3. There is an Ibo proverb that the lizard fell from a great height and landed on his belly. He looked left and right,awaiting a round of applause but no one paid him heed. Then he nodded severally and said to himself, 'If no one would sing my praise, I would go on and praise myself.'

4. Child, unless you are powered by a deep resolve and sheer willpower to enjoy life and the work of your hands which it has apportioned you, you would be muffled by the world's undue expectation of you.

5. I looked under the sun and observed:

- that marriage is over-rated: society's false panacea prescribed for all of life's woes; a snake oil to all of life's ills.

-and many have children not because they want to but because society would question if they didn't. Children have become women's gift to their men as a proof of their virility. A child, often, is what a woman uses to shut the trap of a nagging mother-in-law.

6. Child, there are some sweet things you would know in due time that would make your meals tastier, your gait comelier and your sleep sweeter. But if you know them wrongly, it would leave a gaping hole throbbing between your thighs.

7. There is a vacuum in the shape of Deity,lounging in the deep crevasses of the human heart; everything that tries to fill this void wobbles pathetically.

8. For vanity upon vanity, all is vanity.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

More Than These

I am more than these
More than my bespectacled self
More than this quiet smile
More than this crude accent.

I am more than these
More than this shy gait
More than these unvarnished nails
More than these old braids

You love me now
Cause I feel like comfy shoes
Like your granny's rocking chair
Like your favorite spot on your sofa.
You are eager to reach for me now
For all you see is:

This bespectacled girl with a crude accent
With old braids and unvarnished nails
Walking towards you with a shy gait.

But I am more than these small eyes
More than the birthmarks above my lips
More than these flared nostrils
More than those fearful resistances.

You adore this that I am
But would you love that which I'm becoming?

Would you feel dimmed
In my brightness?
Would you feel dwarfed
In my rising?
When this gait straightens
And my smile like a cloak
Puts on confidence
Would you still adore me?

I am your leaky faucet
And you are my eager plumber
Sweat on your kind brows as you get to work
And I yield to your earnest touch
Oh how I love the feel of your hands as you fix me!

But when I drip no more
When I stoop no more
And when I'm shy no more
Would you take flight?

Now is you time to strut in spotlight
Now is your moment to wriggle in limelight
But when you see my name in lights
Would you feel snuffed out?

Do you love me now
Cause I give you room to glow?
And would you adore me still
When I begin to beam?

Now, I am in the hands of the Sculptor
Being molded to shape
And chiseled to conformity
But when it's time to reveal me to the world,
Would you feel sidelined?

For I tell you again
There is more to me
Than this bespectacled girl
With a crude accent
With Old braids
And unvarnished nails
Walking towards you in her shy gait.