The power Crisis.

Power Crisis,

Sunday Evening, The house is a tiny passage in the depths of a mountain at night, No one is having their phone we just relocated to fourteen twenty eight, It’s Africa we don’t know about a torch light. Oh yes there is a power cut at home.

Everyone is busy bothering about their business. Trying to be alive and abide by the bearings, No, it’s just not working out.

Seeing that it’s dark as the mind of a thief who is about to snatch a pretty lady’s  handbag in town. I move prudently lest I spill the soup and scatter the supper cause I’m serving.

All of a sudden, I became naive and my mind is pampered with kid stuff, They challenge me just as how the Israelite's were challenged with Goliath the Buff,

I dig into the past and extract my cousin reel off on the witch who covers herself in the pot’s. I realize that I’m having some pot’s on my tray, so I pose, I begin to wonder in what pot the witch might be poking her nose,

Abruptly, all objects on the board begin to bump, There is an earthqu…

Does It Ever Happen?

I guess the movies substantially portray solid substance, But is there ever a climax? I see the protagonist through tough toilsome troubles that seem unyielding as a banana tree in the deserts, Like amazing grace through dangers, toils and snares they come. Tragedy or happy ending, There is moment when the protagonist is in spitting distance to earning wings
and the fallout is failure or grand slam. I feel life is having the same plot and setting, And my author deeps more into mystery for my love life, But this kind of mystery is consistent, and on suspense. Despite my consistent persistence, Things never seem to advance. Yes, every that one day of the week I climb the stairs but the radius between as is as static as the pi in math. I have known you from ninth grade and I’m now a professional certificate holder, I don’t no if I ever made a move cause I’m still gazing at you like on first sight. We was using the same route on our way home from our respective schools, I stared at you as you came …

The Social-Media Damsel

I see our chat head drop as water would sink in sand, I try to squeeze it out but it only gets my hands damp. I keep upbeat just as a seed would give in all and dive in the damp grounds hoping for growth. For I see our chat head sprouting all the way to the peak when I hit up with a “hey there!” I’m still suspicious and skeptic though on the significance of the sprouting. For my “hey there!” sends a single tick but it’s about us to produce it’s significant other “√√” And so it’s a train on a single rail as a trail it’s surely going to stumble, I see it roll down into the deep valleys and I can’t do nothing. The constructor comes in just as group alerts. And the waste is dumped to the apex, How do I pull it up I’m only a boy with no proper muscle, I call in to customer care for assistance just to tell me that number is off. Wait what? I call in again and still get the same response. It tears apart my blue heart. Like UB40 I take in Red wine thinking you would leave my head. It winds up my mind and ta…

The Margaret-Rose

There is a thing about a Rose, I don’t know what it is but I see senses in the scrutiny submerge and go on a pose. So I took interest in finding out why one would have the desire to
smell and submerge the scrutiny just as a cat would want to cuddle and purr. In my endeavor, they are some distinctions that just got me paranormal. I’m having three roses in my lab for a perfect research. There is a scarlet, pink, and a Margaret-rose. They all submerge the scrutiny through smell that soothes the heart. Yet there are other distinctions with the Margaret-rose? And I’m still paranormal. I see it in the gardens every sunday of the week. As a brilliant scarlet it let fly light like, oh, not like.. It's rather a ruby. Which is not common in the scarlet and pink. So in my endeavor, I was motivated to pursue this kind. Walking into the gardens, little did I know that this kind produces valleys along the paths of its roots. Reckless as the titanic I tripped and tumbled in a tiny valley of its. I saw my me…

I Have Had Zero Life.

I have been to a point of Zero Life, At a certain conference conversing with the creator, there was I. Neither on earth nor the after-world, but we floated on some space. With no breath cause inhaling had no meaning but still floated comfortably, Yes I have had Zero life.
My feet had turned into some smoky figure with shape as a mermaid tail, I could not feel it though, but it kept me floating in the air as a rocket. But this rocket was not rumbling or roaring rather rested calmly.
So in this conference called for by the creator, He told me my time has been exhausted. Like a tale on it’s climax my get-up-and-go activity was to be concluded. Would I have played dumb dumb, Like I had been eluded? No, it was all cleared.
For a moment I had became a seer, I saw myself kick the bucket, Oh yes I expired. It was hot as a dry day in the desert. Mama was in black veil, black wrapper but never felt the heat. I saw her heating up as the poor threads of a shirt being the victim of a pressing iron, Somehow the he…

If Only I Could Catch Your Mother's Ear

How do I make buddies with the wind? My yell is not vigorous, I can hardly convey my intention. I’m having a question of doubt if you could react instantly when I come to you. But I definitely know that your mother will move you. And that’s true. Somehow I feel like I’m transparent, I know that you know me, But do you ever identify what’s in me. If only the wind could blow in your mom’s ear my message, I know that Mama's are superb in empathizing, And that would give me hope! Hope that someone, somewhere out there is conveying my intention on my behalf. I know that Mama's are superb in empathizing, And that would give me an optimistic approach to this situation, For I know that chances are that you’ll listen to your Mama, You wouldn’t be disobedient, would you? Cause I know for a fact that obedience is listed on your key principles, Yes I know, I know just as the way a monitor would preview whatever the CCTV captures, I know that I know cause John captured in his second chapter
And I can view fro…

Lost Hope

They say one who sings prays twice, well I have been lamenting and I don’t think the guy upstairs has ever gotten me.
If only I was there, During the period of 27 - 33 Anno Domini, I could have seen my Savior teach, preach, and bleach human ignorance.
If only I was there When John testified concerning the light, I could have taken share and might have been a star in the night, That would have been light enough for everyone to heed this clew of worms
stretching out and grabbing my hair as a mountain climber who just stumbled, So they hold onto a cliff lest they fall to the ground, But they rather let me fall prey to exploitation.
If only I had the privilege of hearing John say, “Look, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world,”   Perhaps the Lamb could have been a crane to lift these heavy weaknesses off my shoulders, For I can hardly bear them, They buffet me and I’m getting to lose my figure as a child.
If only I was there to see the spirit come down and remain, Maybe I might have had a …