LOVE CAPSULE FROM SAINT VALENTINE

Sometimes love don’t come the way you want it to come. Most of the time it doesn’t meet your expectations because sometimes we look away from truth while we embrace glamour and are caressed by infatuation. Love is germane and most of the time is not beautiful at first sight but only the fake that glimmers at the first sight and fade away in a twinkle of an eye. That thing that glitters most of the time are often buried raw in the ground, only can be found be serious men. You are a precious lady. Your man, who truly loves you, has to dig for you and care for you. Because no matter how small gold is, who will let it slips off him? Remember true love is hard to come by. You  will  not understand until you have married that man for some years and see if the romance of youth he still allows to kindle in his heart. However before it is too late, so you wouldn’t look back and blame God for the beauty of youth He endows you with, think beyond the glamour and face truth squarely. However if you don’t humble yourself your beauty will mutate to curse. And besides, physical appearance can only last till old age and for women, in some cases, after child birth but true beauty is in the heart which never fades. When love is genuine, even death will find it hard to do you apart.
Please, when love is blind doom might be lurking at a corner. Love can only be blind if we close our eyes to faults of our partners and cuddles with affection which most likely effervescent. Please, shine your eyes. Ask yourself, if you can commit your dreams and aspiration to him and share the rest of your life with him with the budding truth staring at you in the face. And also ask yourself if it is his money that attracts you to him or her beauty that makes your heart skip; or he himself or her.
True love is beyond look and material possession but about the heart. If everything fails, true heart doesn’t fail. If you must look for anything in your man or lady, if you must love, don’t judge by the present condition but look beyond your nose. Your best man might be around and you may not see. So don’t look; see. I wish you the best of love. I hope my love capsule has done you good. I love you. Happy VALENTINE.
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I will wait

Rain falls down
Washing away my tears
From my haunting past
…in a ghostly chase at my frail heels
Oh! This is a forgotten world!

Wind shakes the tree all around me
Leaving stumps behind in Orogun
As it robs my heart its sweats
While my crooning is a sweet dirge
But my forlone with the night I groan
For hope is far from light
Oh! This is a forgotten world!

It is a solemn night
My spine shivers with this feeling alone I bear
But I will wait
For my passion as strong as rock shall be
Forever even if you tarry for long
And oh my faith in you will not sway
Even if Orogun groans through the storm
Because one day you shall find me
And here I shall be
But far away you are
I still miss you,
Oh! This is a forgotten world

Through tears in my eyes I cuddle the night
But here I wait for love never fail
Whether the road is too long
And the dusty path your feet I am sure you ply
For my dream in your heart you will not fail
Yet come quick, my crown and bliss,
For this is a forgotten world.

My love

Do you see my tears
Do you hear my dirge
Don’t you feel my pain, my love
There lying still between heaven and earth
My heart is tearing apart
Do you hear me, my love
I want you see the tears on my face
And wake up
I want you to feel the pain in my bone
Twitching like a laborious woman
I will weep and weep, love,
I will, eh, like this
Until I die if you do not wake up
I will sob endlessly if I do not hear your voice
Calling me to lay my head,
Weak in my pain,
On your graceful chest…

Nigerian Dreams

A young man once had a dream at dawn,
He looks earnestly at the top of a tree, ripe and beautiful,
For where his dream is
With  rigour of noon sunshines fails him,
But at twilight he hung himself on the same tree
And died never accomplished his dream
That is poor story of most nigerians.

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Have ur parents sinned against the gods
Wherefore u the nemesis of their deeds and misdeeds.

However, human is good. Every man has good nature although with many flaws. However, we always despise it. With discipline it will be  evident in our character.

are meant to be equal though not equal, and share the same fate and destiny. Though in this world there are different religions – Islam, Christianity, Judaism, Hinduism, Buddhism, in fact, many other religions – yet, virtually all human race, held in contempt a religion common to all of us which is religion of love that preaches equality, kindness, passion, unity, altruism and all the good emblems of life. By this religion, none is inferior neither superior, none is oppressed and none oppresses; hence we all share a common virtuous stance, divine.

Excerpt

If it was ‘…I shall have eternal repose upon my eyelids’ he would understand better. That would mean she would have finished her race on earth, a race full of mysteries and miseries, bliss and toil uncommon to man, and would only win the crown by departing in peace, with a still face transformed eternally young with smile, radiant like star that blooms at the opening of the day or brilliant moon that light the earth when evening shadows descends upon it. It would be a divine death for a divine soul.  Ugly experiences with beautiful departure wins divine fame upon  soul that never compromised, enriching history with deeds and misdeeds only to guide than to misguide; but a soul that easily compromise wins eternal agony, incurable in the eternal space of time beyond terrestrial bond, leaving  wound on the earth that would take time to be healed by those who can face those challenges and make prisoners of them. Pathetic, our world is full of feeble people who remain at feet of mountains on their passage while few with every inch of their strained steps eventually had the mountains under

She would be  like a person who disbelieved the notion of the devils existence and hence investigated it to prove his point. In his finding he argued: devils are real and have mortal flesh. They live there in your neighbourhood, work with you in your office, are there in your home, you listen to them on radio, watch them on T.V, eat together with them, transact with them, and so and so; they are your shadow, your image in the mirror, exist in your voice, your eyes, nose and mouth; you shake hands with them, listen to them and talk with them. And he conclude that  human is actually a devil.
Everyone has right to his own opinion anyway.

Emotion

Deepest passion never wait long for tender heart,
So softly, through twilight though forgotten emotion comes and go while longings sway,
The light in the gayest moment is the cord of hope strike
Wherefore the resonance we have ever wished for gained.
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