It’s been a while since I last posted something here but am back now, and to stay. Enjoy this little piece I have for you-two kind of unrelated extra short piece I dare to call poems.


It feels good to own a new day
Yes I own it
Am alive so I own it
I care not what you think
I lift my arms in the air
bask in the warmth of the sun
I own it, yes I do
I will enjoy every tick

Why you may ask
I have no idea
Maybe I had a terrible dream
One I thought I couldn’t have woken up from
But I’m up at my task
I’m typing, yes I’m here
I haven’t been done in
I am alive – i am happy


Shhhhh!!! The lady said from behind
A brief moment of silence was observed
Soon it went on again
Shhhhh!!!! She said again
Can’t you leave people focus?

The guys weren’t just blabbing
They were in a serious discussion
Their exam was nigh and some needed to get it straight
The Ideas discussed in the massive psychology books

Shhhhh!!! It came again
I felt guilty yet disgusted
Perturbed by the constant shhhhhing I moved to her back
What was she up to making our discussion irrelevant?
Shhhhh, I told my friends
She’s reading “the Batman”

Will be back again soon, don’t forget to leave your comments

Thanks for the time spared to read this. I really appreciate.


How To Love (B)

I hope you haven’t forgotten how this interesting story began but if you did please visit How to love(A)to refresh your memory before you continue. If you haven’t, let the story continue…

… His story had changed. Who is this? He asked himself. He has always had to roam around for kilometers before finding a pack. All around knew to stay away from his territory. They might fall prey someday they all knew and have perfected the will to postpone such occurrence. Who then is this who have run directly into his territory and saw to wallow in his fields?



The bird glide into her view again and shortly after another followed, its mate possibly. It looked as though they had plan to tease her, to flaunt their unity in the face of her disappointment with the opposite sex. She blinked her eyelids but they were still dry. She needed to weep, tears to drop-burdens to drop



He took a step forward, it was far from majestic. The animals around have perfected evading his kind for too long free meals have become possibilities none ever expected. The sight of one before him now raised his suspicion. He moved closer and saw she was still breathing, faintly, but she was still alive. He drew a step backwards, took a deep breathe, roared, louder than he can ever remember and pounced.



He shrieked with fear on hearing the thunderous sound. He had followed her from a distance after she passed him. He had seen her cross the stream, the territory, over to the land unknown and mooed out to her of the danger but she hadn’t stopped. He had ran to catch up with her but who could chase after the fastest of the pack, and catch up? A thought had come up in his mind to give up when she fell and just when he tried to discard the thought he had seen the predator and stopped still. He had no time to think, just to act. His limbs made to run away but his heart made to help. He pushed his hooves to the ground and lowered his head, directing his horns forward he moved.



When she heard the lion roar, she was neither afraid nor did the rhythm of her heart beat change. She had thought it was the end and was willing to embrace it. He had sunk his humongous canines into her right biceps but had gone no further as a bull appeared from nowhere and took the beast over.

Moments later she regained some strength and managed to stand. Both THE PREDATOR and THE ROMANTIC where taking their last breath.


The gray haired man cleared his throat, “…and this is the end of my story” he said.

“It is a good story, grandpa, but I do not like that that bull died trying to save someone who dumped him. She did not deserve it” said Tolu, the youngest among Pa James audience

Grandpa James smiled and replied, “We all have someone who loves us so much, we can never deserve”