Seldom Conversationalist

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Human kind were supposed to be kind.

But we settled on the word human spicies.

Now our kindness has turned into bits and pieces.

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A whip like tongue and

a petal like skin,

when in direct contact

doesn’t make a good sense.

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One foot in the grave

That day I realised, I’m very persuasive

When the angel of death paid a visit

Because of my plea.

We both knew it was an untimely visit

But he was eager to take my soul and

I was happy to leave.

So he reached out and

almost tore up my soul out

But then this angle stopped him shortly.

Because someone had already

prayed for my long life and

most certainly he was

more persuasive than me.

The angel of death got annoyed and

left with the warning of

never calling onto him again.

Because the next time when he comes

he will make sure to my soul with him.

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Glad to be depressed

I have been through hard times

and I was depressed.

But nothing is permanent

so my depression also left.

But it left me with my eyes open,

now I know who are the people

I can count on wholeheartedly.

That’s the thing about life,

when things are running smoothly

there is no lack of friends and admirer.

They will come and appreciate

all the good things you have done.

These are also the people who will

Leave you when disaster strikes.

They will criticise every shortcomings

And will hold you accountable for every word.

I was depressed but I am not anymore today.

But I’m glad for it to be guest

in my home for the time being.

Because if it wasn’t for my hard times

I would have considered everyone my friends.

And all my well wishers would have been

left in the background feeling

under appreciated.

Thank you depression for paying me a visit.

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Make love for making love long lasting

Two people, when in love comes together to make each other happy. They love each other, take care of each other, makes together happy memories.

As they became more intimate they share everything with each other, their most special things, their secrets, their insecurities and their dreams.

Over time they tie the knot and starts a family. They make love and give themselves to each other completely.

But making love and making babies is not the same thing. Any man and woman together can make babies. But it’s a whole different thing to make love for the sake of love.

Making love is born out of affection and attraction. It takes a lot of time and energy to invest in one another in order to build a strong relationship.

Making love requires,

Love, the foundation of their sacred bond that they have built with all honesty.

Hope, that they will be together for the rest of their lives.

Respect, for each other so they may never break each other’s heart and trust.

Believe, in the bond they share and its purity.

Honesty, to open up to each other and give in completely.

Commitment, to have each other’s back no matter where life takes them.

Strength, to stand tall while they reveal their heart’s true desire and keep showing it through eternity.

Making baby is easy but it takes more than love to make love to each other wholeheartedly. Maybe that’s why we see more couples having babies while being in an abusive relationship and less couples still in love without having any babies.

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Why I don’t write as much

I’m like, l don’t like to hang out with people, they drain me.

God is like, why don’t you write?

I’m like, l don’t like to have meaningless conversation, such a waste of time.

God is like, why don’t you write?

I’m like, I am so upset, I want to cry my eyes out.

God is like, why don’t you write?

I’m like, I can’t cry, its so stressful, plus my eyes hurt afterwards.

God is like, why don’t you write?

I am like, I guess I need to create a creative outlet to help me cope up with my emotional ups and downs.

God is like, why don’t you write?

I’m like, I know what I can do, I’m gonna paint a picture.

God is like, let me introduce you to my trusted friend named artist’s block.

I’m like, gawd why can’t I paint, why I’m so awful at artistic sh#&

And artist’s block is like, dude get over yourself and do the damn thing you were supposed to do...... write!

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Growing

There was this mango tree

Behind my building,

It was growing everyday

In spite of me not noticing,

In spring when tiny flowers bloomed

I always took notice

Wondering how many fruits

Will it bear this season.

When I was only drawn to

the luscious mangoes

the tree itself never stopped growing.

One year the leaves were at my window and

I could reach out and grab its fruit if I wanted.

But the next year the fresh leaves were

replaced by dead ones and

the branches were no longer

peeking through my window.

That is when I took notice that

the tree was growing

In spite of me not noticing.

Now I can no longer see the buds

but I know they are still blooming,

no longer can reach for the fruits

but they are as sweet as they are supposed to.

The tiny mango tree, I had taken for granted

has out grown me as it was supposed to.

Who could stop it when she had so much

perseverance and determination

to outgrow the rest of the lot.

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