love your neighbour... love your self.

This scripture keeps nudging me,
Luke 10 : 27
"..... and you shall love neighbour has yourself"
How can one truly love another, if you have no love for yourself.
The first step to truly loving anyone is loving yourself, you cannot give what you donot have.
How can a man begin to truly learn to love himself?

Happy Birthday Mom.

I call my mom, the miracle worker, because she works miracles with her heart, hands and prayers.I am grateful to God for her and ask that the lord continue to strengthen her and bless her, I know our bond will blossom.
Happy birthday mom, I love you.

when love isn't enough

Can we get your mind over the matter?
Lets clear your mind of the clutter,

Sit down,
Talk to me,
Look at me,
What is it?
Say it all,
I am listening.

its more than your work,
I know its another woman,
I won't bother to ask,
If she is fairer?
If her bosom made of gold?
I don't want to know.

Is she the reason,
You my lover
have suddenly become cold?
Grave cold.

Look at me,
Listen,
Don't let your eyes flutter,
Who is this Jolene?
That has turned your heart and eyes from me,
Where did I miss it?
Was it something I said?
Was it something I did?
or the things I left unsaid?

No, never!
I will not strip on the streets,
or exchange vile words with another,
To win back your heart,
or prove my love,
I know my worth,

Summon reason,
Think deeply,
And burn your lustful pangs of hunger,
Before you stray further,
let me warn you,
I'm not like the father of the prodigal,
Waiting and hoping,
Crying and praying,

I'll be long gone before
your return,
Too far away to hear your pleading call,
I would have given up on you; on us,
And moved on,
knowing fully well,
sometimes love is not enough.

My body, my story

I flip through my baby album,
and smile at the cute lil me,
Chubby cheeks, toothless smile,
Smooth skin, soft baby bottom
The birthmarks and immunization mark
I see now had not become visible,


1986
I could show up naked at anybody's door,
Unashamed, unafraid,
I only start running,
When I see my mom's strong palms,
Ready to spank my cute lil bottom

8
Had an eye operation,
Had to wear glasses for 3 years,

I feel as light as breeze
As shobare’s soft lips brushes mine,
My first kiss.

Puppy Love,

Silly crush.


The faded bruises on my knees,
Remind me of my stubborn tomboy days.

9
Everyone in class is laughing,
At the tribal marks on my face,
Granma says it will stop my turbulent dreams,
and heal all of my pain,
But the razor was the pain,
as it cut my face and hands
and the black power fed the bloody marks


10
omo rogun (the ladle) leaves temporary marks on my back,
My already dislocated right arm suffers the most,
The ijaw man called German,
Comes home every Saturday evening,
To put back in it place.
Gosh, it was so painful.

11

Had to cut my hair,

Mum says long hair is prohibited in my new school,

The truth is: She justs wants me.

to focus all my attention on my books.

12
I walk shirtless into the bathroom,
Ease myself and examine my face,
The tribal marks remain,
I walk back to my room,
Mum reminds me of my protruding boobs,
I never walk shirtless around the house again,
I am self-conscious.

13
Boarding school
Nickname: Breakable
I was thin, tall and frail
And still very self-conscious,
Boils leave marks on my smooth slightly bowlegs

14
Food and drugs add no flesh
To my skinny body,
Just my cheeks,
menarche appears

1999
Out of school
The thin and dark damsel,
I used to be gave way,
to light and chubby new me,
Venus relaxer disflowers my soft vigin hair.
I started blooming,
I smiled at all the compliments I received,
But did not believe any of it.

2001
My first ride on an okada,
The silencer scalds my left ankle,
I forsake my short skirts and mini gowns.
Long skirts and trousers conceal my scar.
1st love,2nd real kiss,
Fill me with wonder.


2005
Mummy brings to my notice,
I am adding weight!
What?! What!?
I run to the mirror,
My thin thighs had become hips!
I have hips.
Hips, hips, hooray!

2006,
I'm not so conscious anymore,
Tribal marks, birthmarks, body frame,
Nothing really disturbs me,
My body is not just nipples & vulva
She has brains. She has soul
She is not a source of shame.


2007
Working late,
Eating late,
My flat tummy is becoming bulgy
Exercise every morning,
To keep my tummy in and bum out,
My freedom dress fits perfectly
I love my body, It is my story, I love me.

Show me your body, Tell me your story.

Cater to you

For my prospective boo


Man in my dreams, Man of my dreams
I'll complement your void,
Help build and fulfil your dreams,
Everything you want to be, I'll help you achieve,
With my hands, my heart, my knees and all,
Everything I've got,

I'll satisfy your loins, your hunger,
I'll be your queen, your slave,
Moving at whatever pace you dictate,
Every glass you want refilled,
Tell me, my king I am up to it,
Just name the place,arrange the feast,
I'll be there dancing to your favorite tune
Doing everything to please you,
I'll make your fantasies come true,
Now and again,
Over and over,
Trust me, sweet lover
I mean everything I say
Come let me feed you from my deep
my fresh still running water,
Where no one has upturned,
It is not only therapy for your body
But your soul, your whole,
Come let me give you all of me.

I've shared with you my secrets,
Conceal nothing from me,
Your past, your fears, your worries,
I want to hear it, all of it;
I know on our path,
There will be travails and temptations
But we'll make it,
despite all the broken mirror pieces around us,
Look up love, will be our own mirror,
Paint our own picture,
Our love will conquer all,
It'll knock down everything.
Take my hand, trust me

I am imperfect like you,
For I am a being, not a god,
But I am willing to be patient and make this work,
make our union strong
All I ask for you is to love me,
Trust me and be true as true can be.
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