CirCle OF LIfe

The World agrees 'you don't tell a woman you love her, you gotta PROVE it' ok cool.

I love to talk, I really do. In fact all the time am talking; Problem is talk is cheap, and without cash in hand, talking is synonymous to blowing hot air. Well I started writing lately, and that too is a problem because if you need to hide something from a black being, whether male or female, just put it in writing.

Consequently love written is love hidden. You are a Nigerian female means you'll probably not read any love text I Write. Most hurtful is when eventually the message is delivered and you don't reply; or when you are merciful its after 30mins; that part kills the moment and reduces the adrenaline. What then an option is left when all channels to express positive sincere interior has its own destructive issue bothering on overt play of affection. What then should THEwriter do, and how should He express love to you? The Whites don't dwell in Long-Tin, just tidy rose-flowers and candle light, and soft wine, and light music etc. But here the mentality is 'chairman do something'

Does it mean THEwriter cannot love and have who He prefers just because Family, precisely her Mom, and unmarried Aunts and angry Siblings have placed a high price on her, and also ensure she gave into 'Jeep' owner. Then I lose the love I cherish, because of lack of finance and wait for a smally that will be ripe when my salary would have risen and is mature. Pitiful.

That's most probably why there are countless cases of spouses having their ex-hearts in other homes. Husbands thinking of other wives, and in turn wives angry another girl is enjoying her labor with her then 'un-ready' boyfriend based on those 1st love maps. I guess that's our circle of life. You train your girlfriend for another man, and one young boy is grooming yours.

However, a few exist that defy this uncivilized mind frame and marry their hubby and disrespect pressure for all sects; Even cash. THEwriter duly respects your courage.

But since Soft-writing is what THEwriter does, he'll still write; I'll allow history and record testify I excommunicated my interior; that I told my intention-You; that I stated my fear-You; and I revealed my strength-You. That I told you to hold on say e go beta. Please wait for me.*winks*

Thank You

@ndubuisimonchie

LOve & LOst

Its donkey years after the 'great separation', the dust has settled, the specs on my shoe I have wiped off, life continued but still I see you by my side. I still hear the sound of your laughter, and truth is, the sound is always so close and real it makes me turn around to look even though you are far away. Well its either my nose or am going mental but Your cologne still rests on my shirts, I feel it everyday.

Its been so long ago but it seems like yesterday I last saw you. You are an alternator that keeps my memory's battery charged, that's why I can't forget.

It was your birthday that day and you wore a yellow dress; never seen a dress so beautiful; I felt in charge, I felt whole... I knew them other boys wished you were their control. It was your day, but your selfless self ensured you channeled all the affection and attention to me. That was fresh.

It was early Saturday morning in Asaba, and a lot of brothers came out to train, with just 1 Lady, my Lady. Still love the recording, because you captured your boy playing good commendable soccer. I remember those guys telling me to hold you strong. I wouldn't forget that.

Can't forget how you always picked me up when the floor was my place, encouraging, and supporting a young hustler. And also, how we did Bonnie & Clyde through the city via Haya2's car.
Whenever you called you were on your way, my mind was gallant because it was certain you'll dress to kill.
I never fear you will GBAGAUN in public because your intellect matched out with your physical.

Baby can't forget how you stay up late waiting for your naughty Boo to return from late night partying; best part is the food is still warm 4 hours after I swore and said I was truly on my way.

I knew all these and more good about you, but OmoBoy just wouldn't disclose these facts to you because it will enter your head, and it entails you'll start Shakara when it begins to Shak you; That's why I can't reveal your true worth.

I Just took time out to tell you I appreciate you, I truly love you, and I miss you like mad. Your room in my heart will never be re-occupied.
I wish you didn't have to go, Shame on you death, all you did is delay, not deny. Baby I've never let any November 2nd pass without remembering and praying for you.

But however, Just keep a space for me in Heaven. I love you.

Thank You

@pokesville

MEchaNIcaL

tis tis tis -----»» blueFlame
IiSssss -----»» Uuuuuuu

That mental frame that is indescribable; that state where you are in another Zone. That moment you are trying to balance sanity. So Flown vision is Blurry... A lot of sounds and voices, but no message.
The head isn't comprehending; wrong transmission from eyes to brain. Crazy interpretation from brain to rest of body. Unsure about location, and faces around seem totally strange. Floating in and out of consciousness.

You are definitely having a good time. Worries have been shifted till after the duration of the effect.

There is utter discomfort and mental confusion when there is no means to tidy, when there is no sponsor, and finally there is always a desire and passion to remain in this state.

High as a MOFO
#Kush/542/Harp.