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MY HEART IS NO LONGER MINE PART 2: IT IS HERS!
Intro I thought I wrote the first chapter under the enchantment of reggae music and that it would never reach her, because she does not love reggae music at all, but perhaps I was wrong. Some stories begin quietly. Mine began some years ago, faded into the distance, and then unexpectedly returned. What I wrote in my previous piece was the moment I realized my heart had already chosen, it was noā¦
MY HEART IS NO LONGER MINEā¦.. PART 1
I had nearly vowed not to write another piece of my thoughts while under the enchantment of music. I especially vowed not to do so under the spell of a reggae song that I adore. But music in its quiet rebellion always finds a way to pour into my mind and soul. Just like Lila Ike sang, āI know my life will never be the same. You made your choice, and I will not complain. Donāt raise your voice,ā¦
NICE IS NOT ALWAYS NICE
I am not always doing the most for those close to me. Nevertheless, I have counted myself among those who at least try to make someone special happy. I would almost bet that when the year started, I did not plan for this phase of life. But I am glad I tried. I put my heart out there. I became a blessing to someone. It is not always natural to be nice, but for some, it comes naturally. But isā¦
A GRIP ON THE FORBIDDEN
I was on the balcony recounting the previous year, which was full of memories. I was experiencing everything I prayed for, and I am grateful to God. But today is a different day, and a different year and nothing has been like last year. Last year I focused on myself, self-reflection, and self-fulfillment. This year I reopened my life, mind, and small, mended heart to intentional love. I began theā¦
AINT IT FUN, LOVING IN THE REAL WORLD?
I was listening to Paramoreās āAināt It Fun!ā, a reminder of my love for rock music when it hit meāIāve been sheltered for so long. I havenāt had the best experiences with love, and maybe thatās why Iāve messed up even the good connections. Itās easier to stay hidden away from the world, especially when life creates expectations that impossible to meet without a manual. Iāve spent more thanā¦
Love Lost, And No Love Found.....
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We try to maintain the connections, The friendships or the situationships, Yet, we remain oblivious to when the connection shifts, Remaining hopeful, anticipating love from someone, But everyday life provides signs, furnishes answers, Revealing how everything has shifted, often irreversibly, Nothing ever returns to its former state, Where every emotion pulsed with life, brimming withā¦
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A LOVE FUMBLE!
May you find love in this season and live to practice it daily. Make it a lifestyle.
In the search for love, I stumbled upon her, A captivating experience, but later something felt unsure. I poured my heart out, hoping for a connection, And eventually, that is what I got, But soon realized hers was a conditional affection. When I had things to offer, she stayed closer, Well, at least I tried to do the best, maybe not enough. I enjoyed the attention, without a hint ofā¦
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All she wants is Love....
In the garden of love, she planted seeds of care, tended to them with the gentle hands of affection, and watered them with the tears of her longing heart. Yet, as the petals bloomed, she found herself in a garden of solitude, feeling more lost than she was before finding love. The echo of her love was unheard and never recognized. Perhaps she wondered how much more should one love a man to feelā¦
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Fading Love: A Tale of renewal
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āIn the tapestry of love, wisdom is the thread that weaves together the beautiful and challenging moments into a perfect connection.ā Love is a complex and beautiful emotion that can lift you to the heavens and drag you into despair. I tend to see it as a paradox that many of us have experienced at some point in our lives. This blog is not about hatred, but about the pain that comes fromā¦
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FINDING IT IN THE UNEXPECTED PLACES
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I could not catch my sleep last night. A battle of thoughts in my mind, most from memories, some from fantasies, and others from the reality of this world. I finally realized it is the end of the road for something I have been chasing for close to two decades. In a world where romantic relationships are often celebrated and sought after, there are individuals who, after experiencingā¦
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Letter to 10-Year Old Self.....
Letter to 10-Year OldĀ Selfā¦..
Dear Ben, itās me, Benjamin. I am you close to 2 decades from now. Can you please slow down on the dances to your favorite jams? I bet you will fall in love with afrobeat later on, but please stop the music and just listen. I just completed a coaching session today and thought I should write to you and acknowledge where youāve come from. The session was a bit emotional. āTell me about yourselfā¦
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REFLECTIONS
God, Iām still here in the open. Reflections of who you are galore. I have not more than once asked You to hurry up my plans for me. God, or how do I know I am where You want me to be at the moment? Is that why You call us to have faith in You? To keep us knowing there is a wealth of promises and that You keep your word. I know you have not brought me this far to leave me here, but faith hasā¦
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Same S* Different Day...
Same S* DifferentĀ Dayā¦
āI have re-lived this moment a couple of a hundred times and not a single instance was it better than the previous moment. The more it occurs the more you realize that you are as far as the west is from the east to be the player of the match. It almost seems like a rigged system, created to destroy all genuine progress. Have you walked on the edge, or a road to nowhere and everything just seemsā¦
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STOPPED SAIL, I MESSED UP!
STOPPED SAIL, I MESSEDĀ UP!
āBurna Boy sang that he wanted it all and now itās hard to connect the contents of his song to the realities of life, almost seems dilutionalā. The ship started the sail perfectly with the perfect mph. It was going to be a very long journey, with predictions showing a star-lit outcome, but every start has a stop. We were victims of our own words, our actions, and our intentions; now life isā¦
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At The Edge
We are looking back on this 365th day of the year and recounting the good times, the good days and nights, but we all have a share of our bad days, bad memories especially two years into a pandemic, barely a quarter into the new decade. Truth be told we all thank God for this far. He took care of us throughout this year, and He definitely will do the same tomorrow in the New Year 2022 and theā¦
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THE VOID......
THE VOIDā¦ā¦
I always felt like I didnāt deserve her, each day striving to make her smile and make her see the best out of our connection. I hate the days it was too much and way overboard. The days we argued and stayed without talking. The moments seemed like a vacuum when she wasnāt in the picture even for a minute. It didnāt take more than two shots of my favorite generic whiskey to discover that the voidā¦
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I met her last night part 2 - (The Rebound)
I met her last night part 2 ā (TheĀ Rebound)
āI did write some good and bad stuff about her, some I dropped off in the oceans, others I burnt them but just like the forbidden fruit, it was always going to feel wrong. The situation is so fuzzy and clouded with lovely moments but at the same time some wretched and complicated elements. Isnāt this the way life is? At least my mind tells me so and I believe it. So, I choose the good moments andā¦
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