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Friday, December 31, 2010

EVERY MAN...

Every man needs a woman who would let him be the man, the king of the castle, and head of the house,
Every man needs a woman who would be a wife to him, a mother and a teacher to his kids, a chef in the kitchen, an economist and manager in the house and a strategist in bed,
But most men desire a woman who would never say "no" to any of their request, a woman who is always ready to compromise and let him have his way; such men would even cheat on their spouse,
Only a few men would serve their wife breakfast in bed, massage her body when she needs it, run a warm bath for her when she is tired, hold her close and cuddle her when she feels like it, and kiss her good night on the head,
So, which are you? Every man, Most men, a Few men, or may be all, or even none?

Every man needs a woman who would be bye him when he is flowing in money,
Every man needs a woman who would be with him, when he wallows in paradise-fountain,
But most men desire a woman who would stay with them when every thing else is gone, and would still call them, "honey",
Only a few men would remain faithful to their wives when all is bad, in the valley, and when all is well, on the mountain,
So, which are you? Every man, Most men, a Few men, or may be all, or even none?

Every man needs a woman who would bring out the best in him, and support him to be his best,
Every man needs a woman who would help him work on his weaknesses, while she sharpens his strengths, making him better,
But most men desire a woman who would remain faithful to them, while they cheat and misbehave with the rest,
Only a few men would value the treasure on the inside and outside of their wives, constantly drawing from her fountains, working the relationship out, instead of seeking another sister,
So, which are you? Every man, Most men, a Few men, or may be all or even none?

EVERY WOMAN...

Every woman needs a man who would show her true love,
Every woman needs a man who would love her for who and what she is,
Most women desire a man who would make them glow, like a full moon in the sky above,
But some women seek a man who would just be there, whether rich or poor, that's all it is,
So, which are you? Every woman, most women or some women, or may be all?

Every woman needs a man who would make her feel like a woman,
Every woman needs a man who brings out the beauty and the best, not the beauty and the beast, in her,
Most women would do anything to get a wealthy man,
But some women would love their man, regardless, and take him higher than he can be, just like her,
So, which are you? Every woman, most women or some women, or may be all?

Every woman needs a man who would make her feel loved, respected, adored and cherished-like a princess or may be a queen,
Every woman needs a man who undermines her weaknesses but magnifies her strengths, and accepts her even with her imperfections,
Most women cannot stand a man whose bank account cries for help, and whose check book is always unseen,
But some women would be there to the end, their vow-for better for worse; they love without restrictions and inhibitions,
So, which are you? Every woman, most women or some women, or may be all?

Copyright Lysious

Thursday, December 30, 2010

MY SILVER LINING

She is the reason I wake up each day with a smile on my face,
The reason I'm always in a better place,
She is the reason I can look forward to the future with hope,
And in spite of my many troubles and struggles, she remains the reason I can still cope,
She is many things to me, but most of all,
She is the sunshine behind my dark clouds-the reason I fear no fall,
And in the midst of my grey clouds, she remains My Silver Lining,

What more do I need when I have this divine creature in my life,
What more do I need when I'm blessed with an angel for a wife,
I thank the almighty for her life,
For I remember when I first met her, many said she wasn't right for me,
But I ignored them and it didn't take long for me to realize we were meant to be,
Thank you baby for loving me in spite of my imperfections,
Thank you for always leading me in the right directions,

Today, as I take you down the aisle,
There's something I'd always wanted to say for a while,
Here it is: till my dying day you would be my heart,
And for eternity we would never be torn apart,

So let time stop, let the world come crumbling down,
Let the universe change its rotational circle, and the stars come falling down,
I would never stop loving you, 'cos you are My Silver Lining,
Let people talk all they want, trying to put between us a distance,
Let them spread rumors about you, trying to end our love's existence,
They're just wasting time, 'cos after all is said and done, we would be together,
Two inseparable lovebirds, always flocking together,
Thanks for being My Silver Lining. I love you!

LIFE WITH YOU...

Baby, I wasn't kidding when I said everyday with you,
Is sweeter than the day before,
Really, I wasn't flattering you,
And I want you to know this for sure,
I truly and sincerely love you,
It's like I'm sick with you, and I don't need no cure,
It's like your love is a migraine headache,
So strong in my heart and head, and I don't need a paramedic,

Baby, violets are blue,
And roses are red,
That is true,
But I've got something better in my head,
Diamonds are costly, and my love is true,
So, I'll give you diamonds instead,
Not just roses and violet; for life with you,
Is something money cannot afford,
So if it means buying you the world, baby I'm prepared,

Baby, please get on board with me,
Let me take you on the adventure of your life,
Just you and me and all the good things of life, you see?
Just say yes to me, and be my wife,
Please, for I am prepared to make you free,
From suffering, struggling, hustling and all the worries of your life,
I am prepared to give your love, care, respect, adoration, admiration, all for free,
Just in exchange for your true love, I would even add material provision on top too if you just be my wife,
For life with you is all I need in my life.

TEENAGE EXUBERANCE-PART THREE

But as these thoughts run through my mind, I am reminded of the fact that this child was destined for greatness, God created it for a purpose. I am also made to understand that this NIGHTMARE of YOUTHFUL EXUBERANCE is not inevitable; it is avoidable, if the two most important parties concerned (the parents and the child) play their individual roles. In my few years of studying, reading and interaction with people, I have come to understand that at birth the child is considered a “tabular rasa” or “clean slate” and its mind is pliable-susceptible to influence and indoctrination. Hence the Bible book of Proverbs holds its application here, “train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old he would not depart from it” (Proverbs 22:6). Dear parent; mother or father, are you too busy to begin the inscription of godly and moral values on the “clean slate” of your child’s mind? Are you so much of a workaholic or even a “shopaholic” that you now live the upbringing of your child to the society? Remember that there are three factors that affect a child’s development-Nature (the genetic composition of the child, which are congenital; the child is born with it), Nurture (which refers to parental upbringing or child training) and Environment or the Society (which constitutes the acquired traits of the child). In all these, the last two hold a significant influence on a child’s life, that is, Nurture and Environment or the Society.

TO BE CONTINUED

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

JUST A FRIEND...

I know you said you couldn't trust anyone,
But baby, you just have to trust someone,
We all need someone to lean on,
Someone to help us carry on,
Someone to lift us up when we fall,
And someone to answer when we call,
Baby, that's who I want to be to you,
A friend that's there to the end, always by you,
So that when your challenges are strongest,
And your obstacles strangest,
You can have someone to run to,
A friend like me, to help you go through,

Honey, I would never take advantage of your vulnerability,
I wouldn't take advantage of your emotional pliability,
Through it all, I want to be there for you,
To give you a listening ear, and arms to cry in, too,
Just a friend,
Always there till the end,
You have to believe me,
When I say, "I love you",
You have to trust me,
When I say, "I wouldn't hurt you",
For all I want to be, is a friend who values you,
A friend who cherishes you,

No denying, your beauty excites me,
And your personality captivates me,
Sometimes I wish I could take this relationship further,
And be more than just a friend, may be a lover,
But then, as much as I love you, I'm not sure if you're the one for me,
I'm uncertain as to whether we are meant to be,
So while I do a soul-searching,
And a spirit scouting,
I will be to you a true friend,
Always there till the end.

TEENAGE EXUBERANCE-A MOTHER'S NIGHTMARE-PART TWO

...Furthermore, the child’s PSYCHOLOGICAL transformation which is tantamount to SELF-DECEPTION, leads the child to believe it is “MATURE”. Disrespectfulness, arrogance, and derogatory attitudes towards the same people that gave birth to it- its parents, set in. So we start hearing phrases like, “I am old enough to take care of my self”, “I am no longer a baby”, “Why are you so bossy to me”, etc-all directed towards the same people-parents and perhaps, elders-may be uncles and aunts. All of a sudden, it appears the forces of YOUTHFUL EXUBERANCE has won the WAR, and the trophy over this once precious child’s life has been seized by the veterans of ADOLESCENCE and the armies of the TEENAGE AGE.
          As a result of these, the mother begins to weep and sob; shedding tears of pains and sorrows as she goes down memory lane to that lovely day, which marked the end of 9 months of pregnancy and that moment in which 12 hours of labor culminated; when her once lovely child was born. She is plagued with the pang of fear and her soul is constantly being whipped with the whips of uncertainty as to where this surge of YOUTHFUL EXUBERANCE will lead; it becomes her nightmare, haunting her each time she shuts her lids and lays down to sleep-both at the fall of the night, the break of dawn, and the sunset of noon. This seemingly helpless, but once joyful mother is now constantly troubled over her child’s misdemeanor and depravity.
          Then when  the pressures, forces and agents of YOUTHFUL EXUBERANCE have fully ran their course, the result follows-Drug Addiction and months, if not years in the Rehab, Armed Robbery or even Murder and then Life-imprisonment or an  elongated Prison Sentence, Pregnancy or STDs, and perhaps, the termination of educational career and sometimes there is  the Pill Drive to terminate an unwanted pregnancy from a life of promiscuity-Abortion, which may lead to death or reproductive complications as simple as ruptured fallopian tubes or dysfunctional ovaries, which may lie within the borders of surgical correction or as complex as a damaged or totally destroyed uterus which can never be corrected, and then there is the Suicide mission or attempt from frustration, and dejection. Then the mother’s nightmare finally unravels, its nature is illuminated and its manifestation seen and felt. Now there is sorrow and shame, and sometimes regrets in the heart of the once joyful mother, upon the mind of the once proud father and on the faces of the once happy family members and friends. Their joy has been turned to sorrow, and their laughter to weeping and mourning. What a shame, what a sorrow?

TO BE CONTINUED
Copyright Lysious

TEENAGE EXUBERANCE- A MOTHER'S NIGHTMARE-PART ONE

TEENAGE EXUBERANCE- A MOTHER’S NIGHTMARE

       It’s a lovely day; the culmination of 9 months of gestation and 12 hours of labor. A child is born, a baby delivered and an atmosphere of joy saturates the hospital room. A joy, it is, reflected by broad smiles on the face of the recuperating mother, and laughter in the deep manly voice of a proud father, as his friends say to him, “congratulations-you have done it”. Subsequently, there is so much celebration in the family at the arrival of this new born into a world so enigmatic and dynamic.
       Exactly 12 months later, it’s the baby’s first birthday celebration, and everyone especially the mother is so elated at how her little child has grown to be so cute and lovely. Then a few years later it’s time for Pre-school, and then Kindergarten, and later Middle school; the child still remains mummy’s little angel and daddy’s favorite child- it’s obedient, respectful, humble, listens to teachers, does home works, doesn’t stay up late and is the best student in class. Some more years following, the child turns THIRTEEN; a teenager and prospective High-school student. At thirteen it remains mummy’s little angel and daddy’s favorite child-as lovely as ever.
       Possessing so much intelligence, talent and character, the gates of High school flings open to the child and so do the doors of the TEENAGE WORLD. There is a distraction; to resist the pressure, overcome the pull of the crowd, face studies and remain good, or to compromise, join the crowd, take a deep plunge into the ocean of ADOLESCENCE and the waters of the TEENAGE AGE- it’s a hard choice; one which will either make or mar the child. Then there is the BIOLOGICAL PRESSURE of raging SEX HORMONES, surging within the child like the Victoria Falls of Zimbabwe. The child begins to experience an unusual attraction to the opposite sex, hence the thoughts of the desire to fulfill the lust of the flesh preoccupies the mind of the child. At this point nothing is left of its goodness; very little is seen of mummy’s little angel and daddy’s favorite child is no where to be found.
 TO BE CONTINUED
Copyright Lysious

FINDING TRUE LOVE: THE SERIES-PART TWO

...Further more, in order to have a better comprehension of this subject matter, permit me to offer you a free tour through an institution of higher learning. It is called the college of Marriage and Family, with millions of campuses all over the world. Here you will be taught relationship 101, Dating 102, Sex 103, and off course Marriage 104, under the tutelage of Professors like Endurance with a PhD in Tolerance, Doctor Understanding with a Masters degree in "for better, for worse" and a PhD in "till death do us part". And lest I forget, the Vice Chancellor of this college is Professor Love, with a Masters degree in Agape Love, Filial Love, Eros and off course True Love. I hope you got the point? Alright, even if you don't or haven't, you will as we move on.
     The Marriage Institute unlike every other Institute of the society, is one with so much so much uniqueness and importance attached to it. This is because it began at what I choose to call "the Garden of Beginnings"-The Garden of Eden. It is an Institution ordained by God (Gen. 2: 24), for the purpose of exchange of agape and Eros love between two people of the opposite sex as well as procreation (Gen 1: 28). It is also an institution ordained for the purpose of building godly families; thereby fulfilling God's intent for it. However, it is rather disheartening to note that we, the society in which we live, and even the government that governs the society, have both twisted and bastardized the God ordained modus operandi (mode of operation) of the Marriage Institution by acts like granting gay marriage rights, filing for unnecessary divorces, cohabiting without being married and sex outside wedlock. Which brings me to the second question. "Why ask for a divorce after marrying a man or woman you once truly loved?" "Is that to say that true love grows stale?" Well, we'll find out as we progress...

TO BE CONTINUED...
Copyright Lysious

FINDING TRUE LOVE: THE SERIES-PART ONE

     Growing up from adolescence to adulthood, I found myself asking a question which to me seemed difficult and rather thought-provoking-"Why Do Many Marriages and Families get broken?" A question it has been which got me thinking and brainstorming over issues of Dating, Courtship, Relationships, Sex and Marriage. A question it is remains which led to a lot of personal soul-searching, spirit-scouting, and mind-meditation, all leading me to asking the question of why two lovely people seemingly or obviously in love live the subsequent days, weeks and perhaps, years of their nuptial lives after marriage, at logger heads with each other. It is a paradox, and an obvious irony, but it is a factual phenomenon, or should I say, scenario, which has eaten deep into the fabrics of many marriages, collapsed once happy homes, destroyed many lives and killed a lot of joys. It is therefore with a deep sense of melancholy and heartfelt desire to see a change in the nuptial trend and marriage scenario of our society, that I write to share and bare my thoughts...

TO BE CONTINUED
Copyright Lysious

Saturday, December 25, 2010

SEASONS GREETINGS

Wow, its Christmas day,
I am so grateful I am alive today,
Thus far has the good lord kept me,
Thus far has He been bye me,
From the start of the year up until now,
I am so excited to be alive today, so I say, wow!
Seasons Greetings!

To all my fans, friends, family and acquaintances,
To all those who stood by me through all circumstances,
To all those who encouraged me, and told me "go on!"
To all those who held my hand when I was scared, and told me "come on!"
I say Seasons Greetings!

To all our veterans and troops out there in the fields, out of the country, away from home,
And all the family and friends they left behind, within the country, waiting at home,
To all those who may be sick and in need of healing,
I pray you be healed, and be filled with blessings,
And to all those in need of money,
I pray your gift makes way for you, and your life be filled with honey,
So I say Seasons Greetings!

To all my neighbors in India,
My brothers in Asia,
To all my sisters in Zambia,
And all my nieces in Rwanda,
I say don't give up, I am praying for you,
To all my friends in Europe and Jamaica,
And all my cousins in Madagascar, Africa and Antartica,
I say Seasons Greetings!

Finally, to Mr. Clause and his crew at the Pole,
And all the neighbors up there in the North pole,
To all those who are letting their inner Santa shine out,
By giving back and letting out,
The gifts of joy, friendship, true love and comfort,
While sealing up the scars of pain, and the wounds of hurt,
To my fellow artists and writers,
Who are seeking for a season better and brighter,
I say hold on for the future is greater than ever,
Seasons Greetings!
Wishing you a Merry Christmas and a Joy-filled New Year!

WHEN THE CURTAIN IS DRAWN...

When the curtain is drawn,
And the day is done,
With our mortality coming to its end,
We realize that into eternity shall we transcend,
So the real value of our lives here on earth, stare us in the face,
As we sojourn unto a different place,

When the curtain is drawn,
And your journey here is done,
What shall be your life's story,
And the content of its history,
What shall be the message,
Which to your world you shall leave, on the day of your passage,

When the curtain is drawn,
And your carnality is done,
As you lie between life and death,
Almost passing away, at the end of your breath,
You can already see your biography,
It stands vividly in your heart, it's an autobiography,
But what shall be its content...

Does this world really have an end?
Will the curtain of our lives one day be drawn, as our lives come to an end?
Is their judgment for everyone's actions?
Is there really a place of damnation?
Is there a second chance,
For those who desire a change in their circumstance?
Is there a God?
I think so!

And I also think, that where we go after death,
Is a product of our decisions after birth,
And so be mindful of your every "unholy" drama,
Which you try to create in your life and in the life of others, for there's something called Karma!*
So, think about this: when your life's curtain is drawn,
And your life on earth is done,
What shall be your fate?

*The word "Karma" is used in its literal perspective, not with respect to Buddhism or Hinduism.

Copyright Lysious.

Friday, December 24, 2010

CHRISTMAS: THE FEELING NOT THE SEASON

You know, as I think about this season;
And all the buzz and excitement in the air,
I couldn't help noticing that so many have become ignorant of the reason,
Behind this season, the buzz, and excitement in the air,
So many live in the shadow of Christmas trying to keep it real,
As they rush off to the malls and stores, trying to grab the deals,

But all these fuss and buzz in the air,
Got me thinking and meditating,
And all the excitement and festivity in the atmosphere,
Got me reminiscing and cogitating,
Over what we have made Chistmas to be;
A time when people can no longer be free,
To express love in its simplicity,
For all we do is emphasize commercialism, artificiality and superficiality,

Now, I am not writing to disapprove of gifts and presents,
But I am writing to address the heart and attitude with which we give presents,
'Cos I am reminded of my imaginary friend who was criticized by his brothers,
Because he couldn't get a gift for his sick mommy, and he was bothered,
He loved his mom so much but because he couldn't give a gift like others,
He was despised and criticized,
So, I ask: when it comes to Christmas, what is of greater importance,
The season and its buzz and fuss,
Or the feeling and the love,
Is it the price or the value of the present,
Or the heart and thought behind it,

So, as we celebrate this all important holiday,
Let us understand that it is all about the feeling,
The feeling of true love, of brotherhood, sisterhood, friendship, and togetherness,
Don't be overwhelmed by the buzz of the season, living in sadness,
Over your inability to buy a friend a gift,
Sometimes a nice word, a hug, a helping hand, can be your only gift,
And a true friend will appreciate anything you give, from a pure heart,
So, try to give the gifts and presents, but better yet spread the love,
Remember- the Feeling, not so much the fuss and craziness of the Season,
After all, Christmas is about LOVE.

Merry Christmas

THIS CHRISTMAS...

As the year comes to an end,
And we all have the chance to be with friends,
Family and acquaintances at the dining table,
Chattering and laughing as we recount our experiences in the year so far,
I am most grateful to God for keeping us together and stable,
For keeping us safe and making us who we now are,
So this Christmas, in this yuletide season,
I am grateful and thankful for a number of reasons,

This Christmas,
I am grateful for mom and dad,
This Christmas I am thankful to God, whether good or bad,
I am grateful for my kid brother,
And whether I get gifts or not, I wouldn't bother,
For the year has been filled with so much gifts already,
The gifts of life, of health, of success, of safety and of family,
So this Christmas, in spite of the challenges of the year, I am grateful,

This Christmas,
Honey, I am grateful for you,
For loving me and helping me go through,
Life's hurdles and turbulence,
And offering me a space and a chance,
In the depth of your soul and at the center of your heart,
The reason I'm sure we can never be torn apart,
So, under the mistletoes baby, I'll place my arms around you,
Feel the warmth of you skin, and through the cold of the night, shall be bye you,
So, this Christmas, I am thanful to God for you,

This Christmas,
If I was a kid again and Santa comes visiting,
I'll sit on his lap, singing and demanding,
Not for gifts or packages, but for opportunity,
Opportunity to give back to those needy kids, the poor and the helpless, fulfilling their fantasy,
Of  a better and brighter Christmas, not necessarily a whiter one,
I'll ask for an opporunity to make Christmas happen for someone,
Every single day for the next three hundred and sixty five days,
This Christmas, I am grateful for these and many others...
What are you grateful for?
Love to hear from you...

Merry Christmas.

Copyright Lysious.

LOVE IS ALL WE'VE GOT II

Honey, please let me be the one to wipe your tears,
Let me the one to carry your cares,
Let me give you arms to rest in, and shoulders to cry on,
Let me be the strength with which you carry on,
And your bright sunlight in your life's darkness,
Let me be the joy in your sadness,
'Cos when all is lost,
We realize that love is all we've got,
Let me be the one to tuck you in at night,
Let me be your bright future when your future is out of sight,
Let me be your refuge in your seasons of pain,
And your shelter from life's troubled rain;
The reason you can look at life and smile again;
Your bridge from a past of sorrow,
And your gateway to a better tomorrow,
'Cos through our darkest nights,
In the midst of our painful plights,
When surrounded by a raging storm,
And you feel like you're loosing your form,
In the face of a turbulent time,
When our sorrows hit a prime,
Let us stay close to each other,
'Cos when all is lost,
We realize that love is all we've got.

Merry Christmas.


Copyright Lysious

LOVE IS ALL WE'VE GOT.


Through our darkest nights,
In the midst of painful plights,
When surrounded by a raging storm,
And we feel like we're loosing our form,
In the face of a turbulent time,
When our sorrows hit a prime,
Let us stay close to those we love,
'Cos when all is lost,
We realize that love is all we've got...

TO BE CONTINUED
Merry Christmas.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

HOW FAR CAN SANTA TRAVEL?

I can't forget what it felt like when my little niece asked the Christmas question,
"Lysious, is Santa real?" she asked, in all innocence and curiosity,
I didn't know what to say to that little girl, about that innocent question,
I didn't want to take away her childhood innocence or fantasy,
So I said "yes sweetie! Santa exists. He lives in the Northpole",

But as I cogitate over that funny incident which happened a while ago,
A thought arose within me about this whole season,
A thought it is, which I can't let go,
And a thought I wish to share, about the reasoning,
Behind Mr. Clause and his crew,

So I ask if Santa was real,
And his adventures true,
How far can he travel and how far can his sleigh go?
If the Northpole housed Clause and his crew,
How far can they travel?

Does he operate in the temperate regions alone,
If he has to visit so many places and children in so short a time,
Does he ever make it to the needy and helpless children in the almost forgotten regions,
If he was white, then how can he relate with the black kids of the tropical zones,
Really, if Santa was real, how far can he travel and how far can he sleigh go?

Can he take gifts to my friends in Congo who are bare-bodied and traumatized,
Can he carry a package to my neighbors in India, whose kids will get nothing in this season,
Would he go down to Mississippi and stay with those poor children seeking love,
Please tell me, can his sleigh go all the way to Rwanda to put those kids on his lap and ask them what they want for Christmas?
I guess their request will be "Peace and Quite, No More Wars, No more Genocide!"
Better yet, can he stop by Sudan and comfort those little girls who have been a victim of rape even in this season,

The moral of this poem is not to argue over the existence of Santa off course,
Neither is it to paint any region in a bad light,
But to let us know that even if Santa existed, there is very little he can do,
There should be a Santa in each of us, and as we buy and give gifts,
Let us remember those children who will never get to see Santa this Christmas,
And let us reach out and be a Santa to them!

Merry Christmas.

IF EVERYONE WAS SANTA...

It's that time of the year again, when everyone is buying,
Gifts and goodies, for loved ones and friends, everyone's just giving,
The air is saturated with joy and happiness,
We're all festive-spirited and there is no sadness,
The mistletoes and streets are all lighted-up,
Our hearts, and souls are all lighted-up,
It's an exciting time of the year,
And I love it, yeah,
But as I brood over this season,
And meditate over its reason,
I couldn't help but ask:
What if everyone was Santa and Christmas was everyday?

What if everyone was Santa and Christmas was everyday?
Wouldn't we all be givers living in an always jolly day?
What if everyone was Santa and Christmas was everyday?
Wouldn't we all be in a festive mood, always giving back,
Even if it means emptying the safe and buying till we're in lack,
What if everyone was Santa and Christmas was everyday?
Wouldn't there always be smiles on children's faces?
And everyone smiling and giving back in all places?
What if everyone was Santa and Christmas was everyday?

You think about it, if everyone was Santa and Christmas was everyday,
Wouldn't we all be trying to give back to the community and the poor?
Wouldn't we all be nice and helpful to the helpless stranger at the door?
If everyone was Santa and Christmas was everyday,
Wouldn't we all be caring and thoughtful of our loved ones?
Wouldn't we all be caring and helpful to the needy ones?

'Cos it seems to me like Christmas is the only time we remember the poor,
It seems to me like Christmas is the only season we remember the helpless neighbor next door,
It seems to me like Chrsitmas is the only time some of us remember our loved ones,
It seems to me like the rest of the year is filled with so much "busyness",
That we forget the needy and less-privileged ones, and even our loved ones,
It seems to me like Chritmas is the only time of the year we remember to give back,
Even when we give back, we are selfish about it, and are always asking-what do I get back?
Let us change our views about Christmas and try to be Santa everyday and make Christmas everyday!

SILENT NIGHT, HOLY NIGHT

'Twas the night of our savior's birth,
A night that brought an end to eternal death,
Restored hope to sinners lost,
And heralded joy to the world's host,
It was a Silent Night, a Holy Night!

No more shall we be subdued by death's sting,
Or sin, to our souls cling,
No more shall we in sorrows be drowned,
Or the world, in damnation be crowned,
All because of that Silent Night, that Holy Night!

Hark! Herald! The angels tell,
Of a King's birth; a king who shall save us from the fury of hell,
Long enough have we waited for this new born King,
Who shall to the whole earth give peace, and to our hearts happiness bring,
What a night, a Silent Night, a Holy Night!

Let us therefore sing with jubilation, as we celebrate this glorious day,
For our joy will know no bounds, and our spirits no dismay,
For His kingdom shall last forever,
His reign forever, shall prosper,
Our praises shall ever ring,
And our hearts ever sing,
As we remember that Silent Night, that Holy Night!

Sunday, December 12, 2010

COME HOME

So long have you been away in the land of the spirits,
Oh great one,
For this long have you deserted the shrine, searching through the evil forest,
For the key to unlock the golden age,
For the answer to the questions that have longed troubled us,
For the solution to the problem that long plagued the village,

The king is worried, though with mixed feelings,
The villagers are disturbed, though delightful,
The entire community already mourns you,
And your family weeps for fear of your death,

Come home, oh great one,
Return, thou representative of the gods,
And mouthpiece of the spirits,
For a new dawn has come,
The winds of liberation have blown into our land,
And the springs of redemption into our borders have flown,

We have been ushered into the white man's religion,
Witnessed the testimonies of the preachers,
Experienced the power of the foreign God,
And we now in peace and prosperity live,
All thanks to the almighty.

N/B: The poem tries to present a picture of cultural Africa before the arrival of the white man and christianity. It paints a picture of the time when gods were worshiped in Africa.

IN A GREAT A HOUSE

In a great house,
There exists vessels of different kinds,
Some of gold, some of silver,
Others of iron, some others of clay, and many others of wood,
In a great house,
There co-exists the good, the bad, and the ugly,
Even the beauty and the beast,
All with a distinct role to play,

In a great house,
There reigns kings, queens, princesses, and princes,
Servants, paupers and peasants,
All with a specific contribution to the house,

In a great house,
One can find blacks, whites, Hispanics, and Latinos,
The skinny-looking and the corpulent,
With no one any less better than the other,
All having a unique purpose,
In a great house,
There is the wild, the calm, the innocent and guilty,
All having separate lives to live,
And different accounts to give to their maker.

STRUGGLES

A part of life they are,
A vital ingredient of our existence,
Always they juggle us, and better they never cease to make us,
More reasonable, our mental struggles make us,
Out of us, experience, the physical struggles bring,
And more disciplined, they make us,

At different points everyone struggles,
The leader and the led,
The pulpit and the pew,
The bar and the bench,
More so, mental, emotional, social, financial or physical, these struggles may be,

Like puzzles they are,
And each day we live anticipating an answer, in the form of an end,
Out of struggles, we even struggle to get,
What a paradox!
A mother, the mother struggles to be,
And so does the father,
Theirselves, children struggle to be,
To see the new world, the fetus struggles,
To be a woman, and a wife, the girl struggles,
And so does the boy,
To be a man and a husband,
To be a graduate, the student struggles,
A guru, the teacher struggles to be,
A master the servant struggles to be,
Even life itself struggles to be lived,
What a paradox!

At dawn, struggles begin and continue till dusk,
From sunrise to sunset,
They are ever present,
At birth , they start up and end at death,
At last, there is a place void of struggles-the grave!

THIS LOVE I SPEAK OF...

I think it's the strongest force known,
Breaking through obstacles and limitations, uniting people, but yet to some, it's unknown,
A thing so beautiful but yet mysterious, I still try to comprehend,
Sometimes it continues for eternity, without an end,
But this love I speak of is one beyond the flesh,
It's love built on that which the eyes sees but the heart feels,
A love so real, it is agape,
A love so strong, it is immortal,
It's a love that cares for its own,
A love that will never hurt its own,
A love that transcends mortality,
And a love that knows no infidelity,
Such is the love I speak of,

Sometimes it begins with a look,
Sometimes it starts with a wink,
At other times it starts at first sight,
And continues with an unending flight,
But when it starts it is often soulful,
When it begins it remains faithful,
A love that appreciates,
A love that celebrates,
Protects its own union with distinction,
And envies not another's possession,
A love so pure,
A love so true,
A love that knows no betrayal,
And speaks no denial,
It's not lust,
It's not defined by sex- it's beyond carnality,
Neither is it expressed by one night stands-it's beyond promiscuity,
It's a love that cares for its own,
A love that doesn't hurt its own,
A love that transcends mortality,
And a love that knows no infidelity,
Such is the love I write of.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

REST IN PEACE!

Sometimes in life we search our whole lives for that special one,
For that one true love made specially for us and sent us from above,
Then we find them, we give our hearts to them, grateful that our quest is finally done,
They become a part of us, a functional part of being, the only bearers of our true love,
And everyday we pray to God that they will never leave us, not while we are alive,
But just when we think all is well, we are visited by the cold arms of death,
The inevitable end which we all must face-snatching from us the lives of our loved ones, ending their breath,
We ask why, why they have to go too soon,
But with the pains in our hearts, the sorrows in our lives, and the tears in our eyes,
As we stand by the graveside, all we can say is Rest in Peace!

Baby everyday I ask God why, why you have to go so soon,
Everyday I look to the skies hoping they'll give me an answer,
I look to the mountains and wish they will tell me why you have to leave,
And I stare across the seas, hoping their waves would bring your spirit back to live again,
My life is worthless without you,
Just how am I supposed to live now that you're gone,
Just how are the kids going to cope now that you're gone,
But in the midst of all this, I know you are better on the other side,
So all I can say to your precious soul is Rest in Peace!
For I know we would survive, though it's hard,
But please Rest in Peace, and don't worry about us,
For one day, when our mortality comes to an end,
In a place where the skies are always blue,
A place where the day is always new,
Where the seas are always calm,
And the trees are always friendly,
We shall meet again, and be united for eternity,
So please rest in peace, for though there is a hole in my heart,
I know our souls cannot be torn apart,
Well done honey, you have lived a good life,
And I'll continue from where you stopped,
The children miss you,
Your family misses you,
I miss you,
So till we meet again, baby,
Please Rest in Peace!

LOVE CONQUERS ALL

Children,
Some born gentle,
Some born wild,
Some born innocent,
And some others guilty of youthful exuberance;
Some a pleasant thoughts,
Others a pain in the flesh,
Good or bad, Love Conquers All,

Men,
Some loving,
Some mean,
Others are just always there;
The true fathers,
The faithful husbands;
While some others are never present;
The irresponsible,
Others like a dog cannot tame the member between their thighs,
And others have never seen the nakedness of another maiden,
But whether faithful or not, Love Conquers All,

Women,
Some are virtuous wives,
Some are mothers,
Some others are sexually indecent;
And others exude lack of moral values,
But whether noble or not, Love Conquers All,

Life,
It is sometimes great;
At other times it is a bed of roses,
More often however, it is a restless sea;
A battle ground,
But however it is, the Love of life, Conquers All.

SIN

It is dreadful,
As it is gradually harmful,
A companion of death,
And a captor of spiritual breadth,

It brings pleasant notions,
With which it destroys nations,
It is the devil's greatest missile,
That travels any mile,
Penetrating the minds of both the strong and weak,

An enemy of holiness,
And a rival of righteousness,
Disappearing in the abundance of grace,
As you journey through the Christian race,

It pulls down kings,
Desecrates priests,
Defiles believers,
And weakens the spiritual warriors,

It tears kingdoms apart,
Pulls castles from every part,
Shakes the foundations of churches,
The pillars of our world, crumbles,
And the living waters of our lives, pollutes.

BEYOND...

Beyond carnality your greatness goes,
Beyond the physical your power reaches,
Beyond the human mind, your love transcends,
The flames of mortality, your existence extinguishes,

Beyond facial features, your beauty lives,
Beyond the gravity of sin, your mercy touches and your forgiveness is portrayed,
Great you are and greatly to be reverenced,

Beyond the borders of ethnicity your presence travels to ignite unity and brotherhood,
Beyond comprehension are your ways, as mysterious as they are,
Beyond the limitations of reproduction, you got to create my savior,

You are inexplicable,
The theories of science in centuries past have failed to explain you,
So they cover-up with fallacious beliefs of your non-existence,
Your are impregnable,
Indestructible you remain to the powers of the adversary.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

IF I WAS PART OF YOUR CREATION

What more can I ask for when I have you in my life,
Who else would I desire, when you are my wife,
Baby, everyday with you is sweeter than the day before,
And life with you is like living in paradise, this is for sure,
Baby, you are perfect just the way you are,
And I like you just the way you are,
Truly speaking, if I was part of your creation,
I would not have changed anything,
Cos you are complete just the way you are,
I thank the almighty for your life,

I thank your mother for marrying your father,
And I'm grateful to your father for finding your mother,
You are the beautiful product of that divine union,
But most of all I am grateful to God for your creation,
Inwardly you are an embodiment of purity,
Outwardly, you're the epitome of beauty,
Honestly, honey if I was part of your creation,
I would not have altered anything,
Cos you are perfect just the way you are,
And I like you just the way you are,

So please don't go trying to change,
If any change at all, I think I need to change,
So that I can better handle the beauty that is you,
Cos you came already made, everything intact in you,
Please don't be deceived by people's opinion,
No doubt, you are a perfect creation,
A true definition of what beauty should be,
An exact replica of what perfection should be,
Truly, if I was part of your creation,
I would not rearrange a thing,
Cos you are perfect just the way you are,
And I love you just the way you are!

DOWN, BUT NOT OUT!

It was the championship of a an all important bout,
Between two good boxers, one huge and dark, the other fair and stout,
One was a veteran boxer, the other was an uprising star,
He was keen on winning this battle, which he thought would take him far,
In his career and life as a boxer,
The crowd was cheering and the screams getting louder,
Then the bell goes, and the match started,
In a twinkling of an eye, the stout boxer was punched to the ground, almost lifeless,
He seemed to have passed out, but as we looked on in apprehension, our snacks turning tasteless,
With the referee counting up to ten, this uprising boxer,
Leaped from the shock, and finished the rest of the match a winner,
As I watched him raise the belt on his right arm,
The crowd cheering from every arm,
Something struck me,
That boxer was down but not out!

And this is not different from life itself,
Sometimes as we strive to bring out the best in ourselves,
We are suddenly obstructed by insurmountable challenges,
Some of which leave us bleeding, and tied up in bandages,
But in the midst of these we have to realize that in life,
We sometimes may be down, but not necessarily out,
You may be down financially, but it doesn't mean you cannot be a lender tomorrow,
You are only down but not out!
Your dreams may be on the edge of a precipice and victory totally out of sight,
You are only down, but not out!
You may feel like you are down to the last and there lies no hope for the future,
Don't be dismayed- in your destiny still lies a very bright future,
So hold on, cos you are only down but not out!
You can always win if you get up and fight harder!
Peace.

SOMETIMES I FALL...

My vision is alive on my mind,
My purpose so strong, I can't leave behind,
To forfeit the vow and the covenant I can't afford,
So I strive to remain in one accord,
With my maker as He guides me through this world,
With the precepts of his unfailing word,

But in the midst of this journey,
I realize it is not always milk and honey,
Cos sometimes I fall,
But I pick myself up, dust myself and continue, standing tall,
Sometimes I am beaten to the ground,
And I feel like giving up, when I'm down to the ground,
But then I realize that in this race of life, falling down is part of the process,
But staying down is not-not at all a part of the process,

So sometimes I fall,
Sometimes I feel like giving up the call,
Sometimes I feel I am being caved in on by those walls,
Sometimes I feel like my world is crumbling down around me,
Sometimes I feel like the heavens are closed down on me,
But I don't quit,
Neither do I wilt,
I draw my courage from within, like a light,
And shove the past aside, as I strive for the future which is always bright,
'Cos I know that failure is never falling down,
But failure is always staying down,
Cos I realize that it is not how many times you fall,
But how many times you are able to rise, as you heed your maker's call

WHEN I LOOK IN YOUR EYES...

It's a feeling very deep, deep in your eyes,
Down from your soul, it springs, like an outpour from the skies,
A feeling that assures me we are meant for each other,
An assurance of destiny that tells me we belong together,
Baby, this is what I see when I look into your eyes,

It's a confirmation that I will make it through any tide,
As long as I have you by my side,
From every corner of your eyes comes a statement of love,
A testament you were the angel sent me from above,
Honey, this is what I see when I look into your eyes,

Always thought eyes were meant only for vision,
Never knew they were also meant for revelations,
Until I met you,
Now I know that eyes do speak-because I found you,
Sweetie, I see a treasure when I look into your eyes,

Because when I'm down, and feel like giving up,
I look into your eyes and I see and hear encouragement,
When the troubles of life nauseate me and I feel like throwing up,
I look into your eyes and I see and receive nourishment,
During my gloomy days, when my light turns to darkness,
I look into your eyes, and a beam of joy floods my life, dissolving the sadness,
I'm so happy I found you,
And now everyday I want to look into your eyes,
For invigoration and strengthening for each new day.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

A COLD WINTER NIGHT

The night is so cold, freezing and chilling,
The leaves and trees are dried, shivering and falling,
The mountains are harder,
Their tops snow-capped and whiter,

The mistletoes are all lighted up,
The reindeers are all out,
The elves are all ready to go all out,
And Santa is getting his suite dry-cleaned,
The children are all excited,
I could even see the one-horse open sleigh,
It seems like Santa is on his way,
With lots of gifts in his sleigh,
Reminiscent, these sights are of a very special season,

It is true we can no longer go to the beaches, or have a suntan,
Neither can the kids go skating,
Or eat fresh apples from the apple trees anymore,
But look on the bright side, it's at such a time as this,
That we bury the hatchet in feuds from months past,
That we get to spend memorable moments with our loved ones,
Share the union and togetherness of the family,
Sit by the fire and feel its warmth,
It's at such a time as this, that opportunities present themselves for us to express our love to the ones we care about,
And some may also fall in love, as their loneliness and heart-break, they forget about.
Merry Christmas!

GOD

God is the light of our lives,
In Him is no darkness,
He is justice,
In His ways is vindication for the just,
He is merciful,
In His thoughts is no inhumanity,
His words are always true,
Unaltered in the midst of changing times and varying seasons,

God is powerful,
In Him is no weakness,
He is integrity,
In Him is no fallacy,
He is unchangeable,
In Him is no shadow of turning,
He is perfect,
In His existence, infallibility lies,

God is endless,
In Him is the beginning,
He is a spirit,
In Him is no mortality,
He is love,
In Him is no hate,
And He is awesome,
In Him is all that make mere mortals awe-struck!

EZEWAANYI (THE GODDESS OF BEAUTY)

She is the beauty of the morning,
The sun rises at the sight of her,
And the moon waxes and glows brighter in her presence,
She is the goddess of beauty,
And the receptacle of beauty,

She is the rising sun that outshines the darkness of the gloomy days,
She is the bright and morning star, twinkling and sparkling with each graceful, sinuous movement of her sensual body,
The trees and grasses to her ravishing nature wave,
And the birds, songs of her sweetness sing,
She is the glory of beauty,

Upon the mind, the smoothness and glow of her round face, delicately decorated by radiant eyes, tender nose, and sensuous lips, creates an indelible image,
Her brightly colored eyes stare love into the heart of the one she cherishes,
Her smiles beam gladness and for joy, make the spirit leap,
Gracefully, her waist sways, igniting a fire of erotic desires in the mind of the one whom to heart, she has taken,
She is the paragon of beauty...


N/B: Ezewaanyi is the goddess of beauty in the traditional igbo society in the eastern part of Nigeria. The poet uses the believed qualities of this goddess in describing the subject of the poem-the maiden he admires.

Monday, December 6, 2010

THE CALL II

Springing from the developed nations,
Arising from the world of the temperate regions,
Resounding from the regions of the westerns,
Is a call to be delivered from the inimical effects of excess freedom,
Conspicuous in increased incidences of teenage pregnancy, pre-marital sex and crime,
Though not heeded by them to which it pertains,

It's a call to refrain from jeopardizing nature,
To put an end to the pangs of hunger and poverty,
To eliminate the encirclement of gross pain,
And curtail the impacts of an excessively free society,

It's a call with an intensity that increases with the passage of time,
It's a call that has existed for so long a time,
Lingered for decades,
Continued for centuries,
And up to the world to answer.

N/B: The call still continues and it is our responsibility to answer. One step at a time. We can all make a difference. Peace.

THE WORLD COULD USE A LITTLE MORE LOVE

From the hearts and souls of the hungry and poverty-stricken,
From the spirits and bellies of the heart-broken,
Lies a call waiting anxiously to be heard,
A call whose response waits for someone to spearhead,
And yet we all lie around in affluence and abundance,
We walk bye daily, laughing and eating, while those war-torn regions continue to suffer, and those precious souls perish before our wealthy presence,
We say we don't have enough to give,
But yet we waste so much daily, and still have more on which we live,
In all my life, I have come to understand that it takes only a penny or a dime to make a difference,
Ever heard the phrase, "nothing is too small?" Small things sure make a big difference,
Charity sure begins at home,
We can start from the slums of New York city,
Move to the cold streets of Washington DC,
Continue along the hoods of Los Angeles,
Spread to the rugged mountains of Mississippi,
And just spread the love until it becomes nationwide,
Then we can progress beyond the borders of our vicinity,

Religion's legion,
We all claim purity, righteousness and distinction,
And yet find it hard to show a little love,
It's no more a battle of love,
It's now a battle of rights,
A battle of who is right and wrong, and what is wrong and right,
And while we fight over our multiple and diverse stance,
Many lie around us feeling unloved, uncared for and unwelcomed,
Waiting, just waiting for a feel of that godly love,
While we walk around wallowing in selfishness and worldy gains,
They live through life each second battling pains,
And everyday I ask, with sorrows in my heart and tears in my eyes,
Where is the love?
Couldn't the world use a little more love?

WHAT IS LIFE WITHOUT LOVE?

What is life without someone to love?
Of what use are wealth and riches without someone to share them with?
Of what importance is a mansion without someone to make it a home?
And what would be the value of a seed without someone to make it a child?
Baby please tell me,
What is my life without you to love?

Honey, I'm sorry I let a little fight come in between us,
I am sorry I let a little disagreement tear us apart,
I am sorry I let my career come in between us,
Baby, I am so sorry I broke your heart,
By the things I said last night, when we had that fight,

But darling please look at me,
Remember how incomplete my life was before you came along,
Please consider, what it's going to be,
If you leave me now and move right along,
You are the pillar of my life,
The only one I want to call my wife,
You are my fulfillment,
My greatest achievement,
My life is nothing without you to love,

Please don't walk out of that door,
For that would leave my soul lying sore,
Look at me sweetie; I am incomplete without you,
You are my better half, and this is true,
You are the defining part of my prestige and personality,
The only one that puts pride in my entity,
If you leave me now, or ever,
Who would I share my love with?
Who would I build my dreams with?
Who would I share this wealth with?
Baby, please tell me, who?
For my life is nothing without your love.

NOT JUST ANOTHER LOVE SONG

It could have been a cliche when I said you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen,
It could have been an old over-familiar line, when I said "you make feel better than I've ever been"
It may have also been boring when I said, "roses are red, violets are blue, but you are beautiful",
But baby when I said I loved you, I wasn't trying to sing another love song,

When I said I loved you with all I had, I meant it,
When I said I would give you anything you want, I was actually going to do it,
And when I pledged my love for you to the world, I wasn't showing off,
Truth is honey, I was only trying to unravel the real contents of my heart when I vowed to love you forever,
So please do not take my expression of love as just another love song,
Which today would be sung and heard,
And tomorrow would be no more,
For my love for you is sure forever,

I said it was you or no one else,
And you thought I was joking; you said there'd always be someone else,
I said I will die for you, baby,
And you said I was crazy,
But those were an expression of facts, honey
Sweetie, this feeling is real, true and eternal,
It's not just another love song,

So please know that, through the thick and thin,
I'll be bye you,
Through your darkest nights,
I'll be your light, standing right bye you,
Baby, I'll be glad to die in your arms,
Because I know that you would place my soul in your heart,
Love and cherish it, till we are united in eternity,
Honey, I'm not just saying this,
My lines may be a cliche,
Even my expression of love may be a cliche,
But this one thing I know,
My love for you is not a cliche,
It's not just another love song!

Sunday, December 5, 2010

THE CALL

From the rivers and oceans,
The nations and continents,
The planet and globe,
Comes a call of freedom from the jeopardy of nature, evident in global warming, pollution and human exploration of wildlife,

In the hearts and innermost feelings of the poor,
The spirits and souls of the impoverished,
The territories of the war-torn, suppressed and poverty stricken regions,
Exists a call of redemption from a painful plight, revealed in homelessness, hunger and epidemics, though not expressed verbally,

Deep within the eyes of the wretched,
Right within the minds of the destitutes,
And behind the faces of the less privileged,
Is a call to be liberated from the arms of penury, and the chains of neglect,
Visible in denied access to education, healthcare, and good living conditions, though not announced...

THE CALL CONTINUES..
Copyright Lysious

THE PRIEST OF REBELLION

You were the chosen one,
Enthroned by the almighty, and ordained by the divine,
You were the hope of the people, one who shall their ignorance dissolve, and their darkness drown,
You were the beacon of truth and the pitcher that held the golden vine,

You were vested with power from on high,
An epitome of righteousness, you spoke the truth, without compromise,
Your orders and instructions were from a place beyond the sky,
You emphasized the unity of the spirit, kept the faith, and the people's heart revolutionized,

But with the winds of challenges and the pressures of the world,
You compromised your integrity, twisted the truth, and broke the vow,
You gave up the covenant, and rebelled against the word,
You delved into the pleasures of this world, and for the riches of the flesh, before the devil, took a bow,
And emerged, a priest of rebellion,

Now, you have become an agent of darkness,
Emphasizing carnality, accepting sinfulness, and spreading the devil's deception,
You have united with Lucifer, and into people's hearts and minds, infused bleakness,
You have desserted your calling, ignored the father's warning, and yielded to corruption,
You have become the priest of rebellion,

Let me ask you, is this really worth it,
Deceiving the people for your own selfish gain,
Don't you know you are soon going to regret it,
There lies a place for you in the pit of weeping and pain,
Except you turn around, return to the father who is ready to forgive you and restore you,
And cease from being a priest of rebellion.
There is forgiveness if you consider forsaking your ways!

TALKING DRUMS

In their changing pitch is the tonality of the people's language,
Within their chambers is the rhythm of the gods,
They pacify the phantom of our ancestors,
And keep alive, the tranditions and cultures of the people,

The folk dance without them, are incomplete,
In the feet of the maiden dancers, the right steps, their regular beats enshrine, and their waists rhythmically sway,
The transitional sounds which emerge from the manipulations of their strings resound in the land of the spirits, communicating salutation, and in the hearts of the people, drowning their sorrows,
And into the minds of the young, their melody sings knowledge, and in the grey hair of the aged, creates a receptacle of wisdom,

Their throbbing, into the arms of the warrior seep courage, and their feet make bravery-clad,
Their folk, the people unite, and the songs of their feuds into insignificance fade,
The winds of calamity, their response with each strike, avert,
And far from the communal borders, evil powers, their loud lyrical notes ward off, creating an atmosphere of tranquility.

N/B: The talking drums are a unique type of drums of African-origin. They play an important role in the culture of the African people, especially those in the Western parts of Nigeria.

THE ROAD

Creeping along, I saw people with whom I couldn't communicate or relate,
I witnessed situations I couldn't fathom, and circumstances that lay beyond my control,
And things, ate I, which with bitterness and sometimes tastelessness, pierced my tender tongue, and roughness against my teeth grind,

Walking on, with ruggedness its nature supported the soles of my feet, and my steps shape, revealing my inner dispositions,
Struggling through, at my face, challenges its winds hurled, and into my eyes, sand blew,
And striving down, mirages I saw, which in my presence disappeared, and the flight of invisibility took, as I drew closer,

And beneath its surface,
My motionless members lay,
Sealed in earth,
Journeying through this latter realm, my mortality I couldn't feel,
And following a transitory meeting, in which before a supreme spirit, I stood,
My soul transcended to the great beyond.

Friday, December 3, 2010

BE CAREFUL!

Be careful of the pleasures of femininity,
For it may lead to an unwanted pregnancy and paternity,
Of love, especially if it is not from above,
Of infatuation be careful, for it is synonymous with deception,

Be careful of power,
For it can destroy your life's tower,
Of how you arrive your destination,
That it be not a matter of public investigation,

Be careful of women,
Because some of them are deceitful and mean,
And of men because some of them are like dogs, and some like pigs,  are never clean,
Be careful of the friend who is always seeking the welfare of your wife,
That he penetrates not her sacred region, and taste of the treasure of your life,

Be careful of the tenderness of your concubine,
For it may turn out to be the quills of a porcupine,
Putting your life in a devastating situation,
Be careful of the priest's daughter,
For her waist may send you down the gutter,
Let the young maiden be careful of her virginity,
That she looses not her purity,
Let the groom hold tenaciously to his bride, else his best man snatches his pride,

Let the woman of the house be careful of the cook,
Lest she be written of the bed-book,
Of the husband who always defends the prettiest-maid,
That his manhood becomes not maid-made.

THE CROSSROAD

To the crossroads, we have come,
Where destinies are decided,
Stories changed,
And decisions made,
A point it is, where leaders are made,
Great men born,
And heroes emerge,

At this point it is, where the rich are separated from the poor,
Where success is differentiated from failure,
And immiscible, victors become with victims,

At this stage it is, that character is tested,
Strength shown,
Bravery determined,
And courage illuminated,

At the crossroads,
Weaklings are severed from warriors,
Servant from kings,
Leaders from the led,
And novices from gurus,

Around its axis,
Light outshines darkness,
Enemies, sunlight and rainfall become,
And apart, night and day are set.

THE BREAK OF DAWN

At cock crow it begins,
With sunrise, each morning, it starts up,
And the beginning of a new day, it marks,

The sorrows of yesterday, it drowns,
The travails of the past it washes off,
And the problems of yesterday it erases,

Into our world, the light of hope it beams,
Our hearts with rays of joy, it floods,
And the traces of misery, it shines out,

Down we may have been,
But the break of dawn, it is,
To try again, an opportunity it presents us with,
That we may defeat-borne pains jettison,
The waters of victory drink,
And the music of triumph dance to

MATURITY

In the advancement of age it lies not,
In the proliferation of grey hair, it is not evidenced,
But in the development of the mind, it is magnified,
And in the consciousness of thoughts it is depicted,

By the achievement of much wealth it is not measured,
But by the management of such of wealth,
Upon the reproduction of bodily cells it is not stabilized,
But upon the maturation of mental cells,

Upon the development of the heart, and the seasoning of well-chosen words in time, it is anchored,
In the understanding and resolution of complex issues, and those of the heart, it is hinged,
It is not in the yielding to the swaying of a tantalizing waist,
But in the overcoming of its beckoning,
It percolates the borders of physical physique, and transcends the confines of mere growth,
Deep within the enrichment of the soul and mind, it is rooted.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

ARISE AND GO!

I understand that the troubles of life,
I have created within your soul a feeling of strife,
I understand that you have being beaten by the rains of pain,
And right now, you feel your life is without any gain,
But you still have to realize that in your dark clouds, still lies a silver lining,
Within you life and your misery, is a new beginning,
So please, Arise and Go!
For the world is waiting for your manifestation,
And your generation is waiting for your revelation,
Even if you don't want to succeed for yourself, you can do it for the souls of generations yet unborn,
Those who shall forever be grateful to you, when the veil of history is torn, and the curtain drawn,

Truth is friend, your best days still lie ahead,
In the midst of your struggles and troubles, you can still be the winning head,
No doubt, I believe there is light within your entity,
There is courage and resilience within your personality,
I know it, but do you?
Your greatness will not manifest if you give up,
Your stories will not be told, if you give up,
Your name will not be mentioned, if you give in,
And you legacy will not be chronicled, if you cave in,
Greatness still lies within you,
My friend, this is true,
Not on the mountains to which you mope,
Or on this mediocrity on which you try to cope,
You are still a beacon of hope,
And deep within you lies the light,
Which shall to the world, give sight,
So, come on, arise from the pits of self-pity, and the valleys of very little,
And soar to the mountains of marvellousness, and the heights of a higher title,
Go on my friend, spread your wings, and let the winds of courage and perseverance set you on a glorious adventure. Arise and Go!
Peace.

MY LOVE WON'T WAIT!

I was willing to give you my love,
I was willing to render my heart,
I was going to accept you like an angel sent from above,
Together, we would have been, never torn apart,
Your personality was the only picture in my future,
But you said I wasn't in the picture,
But the truth is, when it comes to you,
I am willing to defy fate just to be with you,
But now that you are gone,
I just wanted to let you know that you are not the only one,
I just wanted to let you know, that my love won't wait,

Honestly, baby, you were the subject of my dreams,
Obsessed with you, I seemed,
Unable to get you off my mind, I became a fool for love,
Love I thought was sent me from above,
Baby, I really loved you-you were my desire,
The one whose touch, within me, started a fire,
But now that you are gone,
I just wanted to let you know you are not the only one,
For out there still lies one for me,
So, I have moved on, and my love, I have given to another,
So to reconsider, and return, please do not bother,
For if you return, my love will not be waiting.

FOREVER YOUNG!

As I meditate on the life we live,
In a world of continuous metamorphosis, I realize that above all, we have only one thing to give,
Not a gift of wealth, a present of riches, neither is it a token of material abundance,
But the gift of our legacy, a present of our dreams, and a token of our presence,
So, I realized that it is not so much of where I'm from, but where I'm going,
It is not such of the wealth or houses I built, but the lives I am building,
So I dared to dream,
I dared to be a beam,
Of hope, and purpose, with a mission,
To centuries, and unborn generations,
So when the curtain is drawn,
And the veil of history is torn,
I'll be alive, Forever Young, on the hearts of the souls I touched,

For when the curtain is drawn,
And our lives on this realm is done,
When the mortal souls of men transcend into eternity,
I'll be alive,  for I defied mortality,
My name imprinted on the hearts,
Of generations yet unborn, and my memory attached to spirits cannot be torn apart,
For when darkness closes on the names, histories, biographies, and dreams of many,
Within the chambers of the grave, as they lie lifeless,
I'll be alive, nonetheless,
Walking and strolling through the minds of men, and cruising along the waterways of their souls,
And within their lives and world, my life shall live a hole,
A hole that cannot be filled by another, making them whole,
As they reminisce on the life I lived,
And cogitate on the deeds I did,

So, Forever Young I shall remain,
My name being passed down from one generation to the next,
Forever Young, I shall be sustained,
By the dreams I built, and lives I blessed,
Forever Young, I shall be preserved,
On the hearts, minds and lives of the son's of men,
Across the seas, and across the mountains, to the four corners of the earth,
I shall exist and continue through the sands of time,
Living, Forever Young!

ONLY ONE WISH

If today was all I've got,
And my life was soon to end,
If one life was all I've got,
And that life was taking an eternal bend,
Into the realm of eternity,
And there lay just one wish within my mortality,
It will be to be with you,

When I said I loved you,
I meant it,
Every poem was written for you,
In spite of the fights, and the nights apart, I don't regret it,
In the light of your love, is where I want to remain-and this is true,
If I was given a second chance at my life, to repeat it,
I will gladly re-live it, with you by my side,
In all of my dreams, so wild,
It is you that I see, so in a multitude of wishes,
You are my only wish,

In a multitude of wealth and riches,
You are my only wish,
In a multitude of choices,
You are my only choice,
Even in the midst of maidens, all exuding beauty,
There is only one place I feel fulfilled, within your entity,
And there is only one place I feel complete, around your personality,
Baby, you are my only wish!

Monday, November 29, 2010

THE WORLD'S RICHEST PLACE (PART TWO OF THE GRAVE)

Yes, the grave!
For buried in the grave are stories untold,
Books unwritten, songs unsung, and ideas unshared,
Heroes unheard off, and intimidated,
Greatmen covered in obscurity,
And inspirations sealed in oblivion,
Within its chambers , sepulchers and tombs,
Lie mighty men, enslaved by the dust of mother-earth,
Champions and winners lifeless are laid, choked by the ashes of burnt dreams,
And the smokes of ideas in flickering flames,

Some embalmed in the unpleasant oils and nauseating scents of poverty,
Others wrapped up in clothes of fear of the unknown,
And others still, covered in expensive attires of acquired riches mistaken for purpose fulfilled,
In its yards, a few lie asleep having been restrained from their dreams by the hands of pessimism,
And the arms of doubt and unbelief,
So, they all lie, from various origins, and citizenry;
Their dreams shattered, their stories untold,
And their names never mentioned,

But will you?
Will you pass through this world,
Sojourn through the universe,
Thread the dusty and sandy paths of life,
And sail the restless seas of mortality,
And transcend unto eternity,
Without leaving behind memories worthy of celebration in the hearts of humanity?
Without leaving behind footprints, perhaps shoeprints, or even knee and palm prints of greatness for your world to follow?
Without buying for yourself a place in history,
Without opening for yourself a page in the annals of time?
And without purchasing for yourself a name in the chronicles of events?
The choice is yours!

THE GRAVE!

From time immemorial,
From generations past,
Centuries prehistoric,
Decades gone,
And millenniums faded,
At the depths of man's heart,
The quest has laid,
And in his life,
The search lingered,

A search it is,
For where lies the riches of life,
And a quest it has remained,
For what harbors the treasures of humanity,
A search it is,
Embedded with a desire for acquisition of wealth so great,
And of satisfaction so immense,
A quest it exists as, for the endowment the world proffers,

Now at last, with much reflections,
With meditations intense,
Thoughts insightful,
And ruminations inspirational,
The veil of ignorance has been torn apart,
The hood of misconception blown away,
The shield uncovered and the revelations of the real roots magnified;
For not in the gold mines of nations does the treasure lie,
Not in the oil wells of the delta are the riches cradled,
Not even in rubies, diamonds, emeralds and jasper-precious stones are they sealed,
But in the GRAVE!

TO BE CONTINUED...
Copyright Lysious

WHAT A CREATURE, WHAT A BEAUTY!

It was a hot sunny day; the sun was burning,
Your eyes glowed; your skin glistened,
In the midst of the sun, your beauty was more glaring,
Instantly, your beauty yelled at me-it was resounding,
So I listened,
My entire body froze, and my eyes popped,
As I muttered, "what a creature, what a beauty!"

Your features exuded perfection,
Your eyes starry, was a beam,
Of life, energy and passion,
Your figure so curvy, was like a stream,
Of sexuality and satisfaction,
Your lips full and shiny, was like a sunbeam,
Beaming sensuousness and exuding attraction,
Your legs straight and spotless, were like moonbeams,
Beaming softness and confidence, leading in the right direction,
You were stunning, perfect and complete,
Hence with abruptness, I whispered, "what a creature, what a beauty!"

When you spoke to me, for the first time,
I felt my past merged with present, and sutured with my future,
For I realized then that you were all I needed, all I need and all I'll ever need, till the end of time,
Your beauty transcended artificiality and superficiality, you were a perfect creature,
Now that you are mine, it feels like with each passing day, your beauty is renewed, gradually getting to its prime,
The inner version of your beauty exudes my most desired features,
Honey, this beauty you possess must be supernatural; it is certainly divine,
Thank God I found you; so many years with you and I still look at you and utter,
"What a creature, what a beauty!"

WHAT HAPPENED TO US?

Tears in my eyes,
Pain in my heart,
And sorrow in my life,
As I reminisce with painful pleasure the beginning of this love,
A love it was destined to last forever,
A love it was sent from above,
I was sure we were meant for each other,
I remember our first kiss, that moment time stopped, my heart stopped, and I felt covered in a love-glove,
Enclosed by a world of peace and tranquility, where we would abide together, forever,
But baby my heart now lies broken,
As I can't help but ask?
What happened to the love we had?
What happened to the moments we shared?
Please tell me, what happened to us?

Tears in my eyes,
Pain in my heart,
And sorrow in my life,
As I meditate on our present situation
Happily ever after, was meant to be our story,
Till death us part, was meant to be our case,
Together we were meant to go from grass to glory,
On the island of Love we were meant to be-in a better place,
But now it's a different story,
Honey, antipathy is now our case,
Love and likeness have become the pair that grew wings,
Our love have become the creature that grew fangs,
Biting on us, and continually tearing us apart,
Sweetie, please tell me, what happened to us and the love we shared together,
What happened to us and the days spent together,

What is this sudden silence that now lies between us,
What is this abrupt distance that now exists between us,
Baby please tell me, why do we quarrel and fight,
Why do we lie apart each other, every other night,
Baby, this wasn't the love we pledged,
This wasn't the life we vowed,
Is it really worth it?
All this acrimony,
All this disharmony,
All this antipathy,
Baby please, let us bury the hatchet, and erase the past from off our minds,
Let us put those painful memories behind,
And reunite in a life-long of passion.

IF I COULD RUN AWAY!

The world in which we live is filled with much struggle,
With each passing day these struggles seem to double,
Trials on every side, my heart is sometimes filled with sorrow,
Grey clouds in the sky, bleakness fills tomorrow,
Sometimes your best doesn't seem enough,
And no matter how much you try, life remains tough,
In the midst of all these, I wish I could run away,
I wish I could fly away,
To a place where the skies are always blue,
To a place where I'll always glow,
A place where the grass is always green,
And the air is always clean,

Baby, we live in a world where love has gradually become a crime,
A world where deception and lust is at its prime,
To the hate and jealousy of this world, have I become allergic,
The envy and acrimony in this world, have become lethargic,
To our love life,
I remember when I said I wanted to make you my wife,
The world said you wasn't my type,
That your life was a mere hype,
They even said I was wasting my time,
That I should get you off my mind,
The world said we didn't belong together,
They said we won't last forever,
But look at us now, our love so strong has not be broken,
On a unique love-path, we walk, which before has not been trodden,

Honey, if I could fly away,
If I could run away,
To a place where the sky is always bright,
To a place where opposition is out of sight,
A place where the grass is always green,
And the air is always clean,
Baby, I will, with you by my side,
I will, with you behind,
On my back-I'll be your carrier,
And through the flight will be your bearer,
And together we shall soar to a better place,
Where we would have our own space,
Sweetie, indeed if I could run away and fly away,
I will, with you by my side.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

WHAT A WORLD!

Friends, we live in a world in which the unpredictable wind of fate drives us in unexpected ends,
A world in which the restless seas of life drowns even the skilful of captains,
However, in the face of these situations which tend to obfuscate us,
We should not treat with negligence,
The fact that the key to our destiny lies in our hands,
What a world! One characterized by irony!

In this jungle, brothers, no definite trend is typical,
We therefore are architects of our own lives,
For some folks step into it wretched, and depart affluent,
Others tread its path wallowing in luxury, but get passed the finish line as beggars,
Still in this jungle, brethren,
While some fellows die from the pangs of hunger and poverty,
Others have so much as to cast them to the dogs,
What a world! One that typifies sheer contradiction!

TO BE CONTINUED...
Copyright Lysious

DREAMS

They are the blessings to our world we give,
The purpose of our existence,
They are the reasons we live,

They come to the hearts of the determined,
They befuddle the minds of the great,
And they flood the reasoning of the successful,

They are the definition of success,
Sometimes though, our God-given purpose,
Which to our world connect us,
And from our generation respect attracts us,

They may be day-dreams, fantasies, imagination or even night visions,
But without them, we become like dusts to be blown away by the wind of life,
Without them, endlessly we roam, in the market square of life,
Adrift, we remain, tossed to and fro by the restless seas,

The great they define,
The message of the successful they herald,
Between victors, and victims, a bridge they build,
In the midst of Kings, they place commoners,
And before the wealthy, set paupers,

Who we are, they are,
The definition of our existence,
And the epitome of our personality.
Do you have a Dream?
Please do not let it die.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

TEMPEST!

As we sailed along the Mediterranean seas in the twilight of a peaceful eve,
We relished the gentle sensation of the winds as they rushed by, sweeping through our scalps and seeping freshness into our pores,
We relaxed on the deck of our vessel, lay on the stern, stood on the bow, admiring the wonders of nature in the pellucid waters, the vegetation stretch along the sides of the seas, completely caught up in nature's abundance, and drawn from the realities of the acquatic body,

Then suddenly, like a flood from the heavens in all intensity, the winds rose, the currents surged, the thunders roared, the lightning through the dark skies pierced, the rains poured, and our vessel trembled,
Tossed to and fro by this restless act of nature, we lost our compass, and the power to control the situation, from our hands slipped,
As we in utter frustration ran helter-skelter, striving to halt this precarious moment, our hearts fluttering, our blood boiling, and our bones quivering in apprehension,

We continued helplessly, tip-toed on the edge of a precipice, heading for a shipwreck,
The seas seemed to have been infuriated by our complacency, the currents by our withdrawal from full alert, and the waves by our continuous giggles, cackles, and chuckles,
As we battle this ordeal, in a manner of abruptness, to worsen the complications, we were launched into a fleeting moment of violent movements, drowning us into unconsciousness,
Then we woke to an island of uncertainty, surrounded by strange hills and trees of unknown identities, to wander and plod the woods of danger, till help comes.

GRASS TO GRACE, A NOVEL: THE CONCLUSION (PART TWO)

...Saturday, December 26, was a bright and fair day. The ceremony commenced at about 9 '0' clock in the morning. This was the happiest day in the lives of the couples and they were both gorgeously dressed in the traditional yorouba attire with their faces beaming with smiles. The marriage was done in the traditional yorouba style, and all marriage rites were observed accordingly. It was then time for the couples to dance before the guests. This was the most scintillating part of the occasion, as the couples will exhibit their native dance steps. Being natives of yorouba, Abayomi and Bisi were equally good dancers, but one must certainly out-dance the other.
   Bisi swayed her whole body from right to left in the traditional yorouba style. Abayomi also showed off much of the yorouba dance steps, but had by mistake brought in the white man's dance steps at the concluding part and was thus thrown over to the loosing side. While this was going on, guests were busy munching lumps of meat, masticating grains of rice, and gulping bottles of assorted drinks-there was enough for everyone to eat and drink. Finally, the celebration came to an end and the couples retired to their rented apartments for a recuperative night rest. Bisi had earlier gone to her mother's house for a word of advice on how to make a peaceful home and after that night, she was to stay with her mother for a week before finally joining her husband. Mr. and Mrs. Abayomi and Dr. Kunle were to travel back to London the following year. So they had enough time to put everything in place before going back. They even embarked on and completed a number of projects for their community, including a pipe borne water project and the new town market complex.
  The older year had passed and everyone was making resolutions for the New Year. For Mr. and Mrs. Abayomi, they decided not to start bearing children until a month after their white wedding. Kunle decided that he was going to set up a medical center in Britain. He had the dream of discovering helpful drugs and therapeutic measures that would greatly improve human health. At the end of January, Mr. and Mrs. Abayomi and Dr. Kunle had already finalized plans for their voyage back to Britain. They left Nigeria on Sunday evening and arrived Britain on Tuesday morning. Mr. and Mrs. Abayomi kept their vows. Their wedding ceremony was one of the biggest in London were they live.
  Barely one month after their wedding, Mr. and Mrs. Abayomi were blessed with a son whom they named Adegoke. Dr. Kunle's dreams were materialized. He established a medical center and was already working as a medical doctor. Mr. Abayomi had also started working as a Civil Engineer in one of London's reputable companies. His company built a number of roads, bridges and tunnels, and with him as the leader of the team of civil engineers they were soon able to supply ample amount of water to drought prone areas. Mrs. Abayomi continued working as a Chartered Accountant in her own firm and also made great impacts in the Accounting field. Her son was placed in the custody of a trusted daycare center, while she worked. Dreams do come through indeed, inspite of obstacles. 

GRASS TO GRACE, A NOVEL: THE CONCLUSION (PART ONE)

CHAPTER ELEVEN (PART ONE)
A DAY OF CELEBRATION
   On Saturday morning, Bisi and Kunle woke up at about 7:15 am, and finalized preparations. They then drove off to Abayomi's house in a cab. On getting there, they realized Abayomi had been waiting for them, so they all drove off to the airport. At about 11 '0' clock everybody was on board the plane and it soon took off. They were to get to Nigeria on Tuesday evening. The news of their intended return had reached their parents two days earlier and so everything was put in place for a welcome party holding on Tuesday evening at Mr. Ojo's house. Their parents drove off to the airport by 4:30 pm on Tuesday evening to receive their children. Their flight did not arrive until about 7:30 pm, when it finally did. This offered a great deal of relief to both parents. The three had just alighted the plane and were just emerging from the clearance zone, when their parents saw them from where they had been sitting, waiting for them. They quickly and excitedly ran to embrace and welcome their children.
     "Welcome my heroes and heroine" said Mr. Taiwo.
     "How was your flight?" Mrs. Omotola asked.
     "Fine. Except that the weather condition was pretty bad" replied Bisi.
     "Thank God you arrived safely. May Olodomare be praised" Kunle's mother added.
     "How are you dad?" Abayomi asked his father.
     "I am fine son. I can see you have now grown into a full-ledged man. Congratulations my son" he said in response.
   Both families soon drove home to commence the welcome party they had organized for their children. There at home, it was food, drinks, and dance galore, as everyone was happy to see the ones who have made the ancient Ijekun town and hamlet proud. Mr. Kwame who was now getting on in age was also at the party and was exceptionally pleased with his students.
    "Welcome home my brains" he said as he beckoned on them to come.
    "I know it wasn't easy at all, but thank God you made it. Congratulations"
    "Thank you sir" Abayomi said.
    "You were a source of inspiration to us all. Those very words of yours encouraged us greatly" he added handing over a brief case containing some money and other valuables to Mr. Kwame.
    "This is for you sir"
    "For me? Oh may God continue to bless and prosper the works of your hands" Mr. Kwame said prayerfully.
   "Amen" they all replied in one voice.
 Abayomi and Bisi had fixed a date for their marriage ceremony. It was slated for Saturday, December, 26. The wedding was going to be the biggest ceremony ever organized in Ijekun hamlet, Bisi's hometown. Invitation letters and cards were distributed throughout Ijekun town and the neighbouring towns and villages. Mr. Ojo had invited his business associates from Lagos. The venue was going to be the Ijekun market square which was about 10 acres in size. All the guests were to be served with ceramic plates and glass vessels. Canopies and chairs were made available and a traditional musical band was invited.

TO BE CONTINUED
Copyright Lysious.

GRASS TO GRACE, A NOVEL: WEDDING BELLS RINGING

CHAPTER TEN (PART THREE)
THE GRADUATION
..The next day was Friday, and to Bisi's greatest surprise, Abayomi showed up at their house to ask her out. She knew he was certainly going to do this, but never expected it to be so soon. She however agreed considering the cordial relationship they had had for years. It was 7 pm at Kunle and Bisi's apartment on Cleveland Street. The evening was warm, but windy. Bisi had just finished doing the dishes and was about to sit down on the cream-colored leather sofa when she heard the door bell. It was Abayomi.
       "Hey, it's you. Come in" She said as she opened the door.
       "How are you? You decided to come pay us a visit today?"
       "Yes. I am very well. Everything is great. How are you?"
       "I'm good. Just finished doing the dishes. Your friend is in his room studying. Let me go and call him" Bisi said as she attempted walking toward the hallway.
       "Um, Bisi...that won't be necessary. It's you I actually came to see"
      "Oh, okay. Hope all is well?" Bisi asked pretensiously as if she didn't suspect the reason behind his wanting to see her.
     "Actually, I was wondering if we can go some place and talk. Just the two of us. There is something I'd like to tell you. I hope this is a good time?" Abayomi asked a little nervous.
    "I was just about to watch a documentary by BBC, but I think I can spare an hour or two. You know I can't tun you down" Bisi said with a smile, relieving Abayomi's nervousness.
    "I really appreciate that" he said as he sat down.
    "You look beautiful" he added. Bisi blushed and paused for a while as she turned to look at Abayomi, who at this point was wondering if he shouldn't have said that.
   "Thank you!" Bisi said with a short giggle, as he looked Abayomi in his eye. There was a certain knowing to the look they exchanged in that brief moment. It was if they both know where this is going.
  "Well, I have to go and freshen up and change into something else. Five minutes would do" she said as she went into her room. Five minutes later, she appeared, looking resplendent in a red silk sleeveless gown.
    "Can we get going now?" she said to Abayomi who was so captivated by her beauty that he stood staring, dumbfounded for a few seconds.   
  "Sure!" he said short of words. "Kunle we are leaving. Please lock the door" Bisi called out to Kunle.
  "Alright! You two have fun!" came the response from the hallway. They both drove off in Abayomi's Lexus jeep to Terra restraunt at 53 Cleveland street. Few minutes after they arrived and got a table, and chatted for a while, Abayomi decided to make his intentions known to Bisi.
  "You see Bisi, I think you are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen on two legs" He started off with a broad smile.
  "Oh please. Don't flatter me" she replied with a smile revealing her perfect dental structure with an opening in the middle. She looked more beautiful with her smiles, that leave her cheeks dimpled.
  "Nooo! It's no flattery. I mean every word of what I just said" Abayomi said expressing his honesty.
  "Thank you then" Bisi said as she reached for the glass of Pink Lady on the table, took a slow sip and then placed it back on the table covered in white linen fabric.
  "Honestly, you possess all the qualities a man would desire in a woman. I mean any man would be proud to have you as a wife" he continued as he stared into her glowing eyes, holding her hands.
   "I love you Bisi! Please marry me!" Abayomi said letting out the inner content of his heart, as he brought out a shiny black gold-plated case containing a diamond ring.
  "Marry you? I don't think I am ready for marriage now!" Bisi said but in a low voice.
  "Please Bisi, don't say no. You mean so much to me right now. I know we haven't dated and I am sorry I never mentioned this all along, I just thought this would be the right time. Please marry me and I will make you feel loved, like a real woman" Abayomi pleaded kneeling.
  "Well, Abayomi I have always admired your character. I mean your discipline, intelligence and moral chastity. The thing is, I just think this is moving too fast. But, like you said, may be this is the right time. I know I still need to know you better if we are going to be together. But I guess, having being friends all our lives, there isn't much left to know about you. So yes, I'll marry you!" Bisi replied with a radiant smile.
   "Oh thank you!" Abayomi said as he gently slid the ring down her finger. They both embraced each other and kissed briefly, before leaving the restraunt hand in hand.
    Abayomi called his parents that night and informed them of his newly found love. They were very happy with him and congratulated him for making a right choice. Bisi also informed her parents of the engagement. They two were in support of the union. It was if their marriage was God-ordained. The three decided to travel home the next weekend to see their parents after so many years, and to fix a date for the upcoming wedding. Everything was really moving fast. They bought their flight ticket, went shopping, and packed all that the journey would require. They were to leave Britain on a morning flight and so decided to make all preparations ahead of time.