Sip

Sip Sip, guile iced as greatness

Sip Sip, alluring bubbles fake goodness

A little does help for the ailing 

But then what good is a little? 

Is otherwise expected of a mocker? 

Sip Sip, highway to a gutter. 

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My first love

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The first face I remember
The never disappearing smile that comforts me
I cried, sometimes for food
Sometimes for no real reason asides to be brought nigh to your bosom
The one place I felt safe
You never tired
You are the greatest
The one human I am always sure of, always present
In abundance, in lack, you gave
Your listening ears so caring
Never judging but stern when need arise.
My first love
My greatest love
Happy birthday mother.

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Iyim-Eli

Talk about her

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I do not remember how it all started but there she was. A little shy of 6 feet, she stood. She loves the braids, a fro or low cuts. With every style she looks like the inventor. A look into her eyes is colourful. Her smile; a genre of music. The way she walks makes the Queen a learner. With those steps she walked into my life. My lady is beauty. She is the template.

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She speaks to me. We talk. The world stands still. Her voice is soothing, like the Angels on high. Maybe, she is one come to me. Her speech is faultless. No cynicism comes from her; she is an optimist. Her words carry power, authority, yet, she is gentle, never rude. Wisdom gathered from ages of insatiable quest for knowledge flows from her lips; from her actions. She believes in my dream, I believe in hers; we share a dream, what she wants I want, What I want, she wants. My lady reads my mind, I read hers. We understand each other. We are together.

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She is my music and I am hers. I love it when she raps along me, even though missing words from my favourite rap songs. I cherish when she writes love songs about us. We tango, salsa, we cha cha. The ever changing Nigerian dance steps, she teaches me. She loves to dance and I’m ever ready to waltz her. When I let go of her –  she is confident, proud, strong, courageous, she is intimidating; yet meek, humble, kind hearted, she is patient –  she always dances her way back to me. Even though capable on our own, we are complete with each other.

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I can be annoying, sometimes. She isn’t perfect either. We have our fights, the pillows and sometimes the silent treatment. she sometimes says she hates me but her dreamy eyes always tells the truth. I tease her, she teases me. The fights always end before its even noticed. The make-up is always sexy. She is perfect for me.

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She loves to pray. My own loves God. She is spiritual, she is not spooky. She is a believer, she is not religious. She is disciplined, a great mother. Our children adore her, my mother loves her. She is an awesome home keeper, she is hardworking. My lady is beautiful, smart, she is funny and kind. She is worth more than rubies, diamonds and pearls. She is worthy of my love. She means the world to me. She is with me what ever may be, she changes my world, forever.

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She makes me love every day as it’s sure she is by me.  She is my high. She is my Ecstasy. She is my head cheerleader. My swimsuit model. I trust her. She brings me good. No harm.

I love my lady, my lady loves me.

I open my eyes, my love is no where to be found. I worry not. She is on her way. Won’t be a moment late. But while I wait, I build myself, to a gentleman. A man worthy of her, My love.

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If – Rudyard Kipling

Hello! It’s been a while….or maybe not. I came across the poem I’m sharing with you a couple of years ago and it’s been a regular reference point for me in aspects of growth. This poem was written over a hundred years ago in 1910 but it’s age-old wisdom is still relevant and can be a source of wisdom to you if well paid attention to.
Here is “If” by Rudyard Kipling, 1865-1936

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

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Iyimoga Eli.

I Remember

I remember when I hated holidays
Didn’t want to come home, will rather be out
I’ll pray resumption time comes fast
To leave for school and not have to face you
I remember that I loved to travel
I did and still do but you were more motivation
I remember when I got 3 months of holidays after 2 years stay in school
I was happy I passed my MBBS exams yet sad I’ll be home for that long
So I picked the elective posting letter even when real clear I could avoid it

I remember Mum’s call telling me you were ill
You had a severe headache
Was referred from Doma to Dalhatu Araf Specialist Hospital Lafia where I was doing my elective posting
I remember I came to see you immediately
Did the best I could do
With my ward coat routines where faster
Made sure someone attended to you fast and ran to and fro to get you a folder

I prayed you get better on a daily basis
Yet avoided coming to see you as much as I could
I loved you – I never stopped
I just disliked being with you as we had little in common
To make matters worse you were sick and depressed
An environment I avoid whenever I can
Thank God mum was with you while step mum took care of the kids at home
You got better then worse, relapse ‘pon relapse
You were stabilized then referred to Jos University Teaching Hospital
To get a CT Scan and aid confirming diagnosis
DASH had done it’s best to stabilize you
Now JUTH must diagnose and give better care

I remember when Mummy called me again
You had collapsed on arrival in JUTH
I remember my journey from kaduna to Jos
Filled with thoughts upon thoughts-how did we get here ?

I remember growing up You loved me I loved back
You were proud of me, you were my hero too
I remember how you trained me with love yet firm
I’ll cry and cry but you won’t stop the lessons till I learned
I remember always being atop in my class
Famed the youngest and best-always bullied by mates
But at home you comforted and taught that the best is all I must always be.
I have a great passion to learn; You did too, always read, so I got that from you
You did your best to give me the best and that help made me who I am and who I aim to be

I remember when the anger started to build
Then came secondary school – drove us farther apart
Thinking about it I realize how a simple misunderstanding can lead to war
I remember my resolve to bring an end to it all I stayed with you for a while. Spoke to you as it lasted
Then I had to leave for lafia again
I prayed for you and looked forward to seeing you home
That did happen but I saw your body alone
You spirit had left… For the better home

I remember your last words to me
“Where God is, You should be. Where He isn’t, You should leave.
You can take care of the family, God is with you.
You are just 21years old, yes I know, but I also know you can”

It’s a year now Dad since you left to be with the Lord but memories of the great times we had stay with us. We always miss you, some hard times make it even more so but the resilience and “never give up” spirit you taught us help us overcome. Onyeka and Ojito are growing up strong and I wish you could see the joy expressed in smiles on their faces when they play. I love you dad. I always will but God loves you more.

In loving memory of
Mr Abraham Likita Ojito
1962 to July 29th, 2013
Obiya.

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All Tied Up

It’s been ages people, that I know. Yet I haven’t cooked a regular so I present my excuse to buy more time. Thanks Abiola for the ginger. Please enjoy this piece “All Tied Up” and Thanks for sticking around.

All Tied Up

I Have no real idea how I got here or I wish not to say
I’m not sure I like all am in though Respect is found, they say

The dress code gives a smart look
No matter how lazy I get
The string around my neck
Does not slack but gives a pull

But i love being free
Am a peacock I need fly
Show my beauty to the world
Not only the confines of this town
Here hidden on it’s own

I love that I know what to tell
When people come in pain
Helping out is a thing of Joy
I love it. Yes I’m called

Yet deep down I know more need help
Than can afford come meet me
And in here I can’t help that much
My heart seeks greater Joy

It may take a while to stand
Spread my wings and fly out
I’ll stay, start with who comes
Even the Good book says faithfulness with few brings more
So I bow and help but someday I’ll be set free
Then I’ll fly and leave behind being all tied up

Have you seen my previous attempts at poetry? You can see them here

Ehmmmm!!!

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.

HAPPY.

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!!!

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.