My heart, my joy, my love by Dupe Holloway

My heart, my joy, my love

It feels good to know that I am yours

Finally I know what it is to see the world through rose coloured glasses

My master the glasses are off

You knocked it off last night with a slap

But I have on my LV shades to cover the black eye you left

My abuser, I said no this morning yet you forced yourself on me

You never asked why I said no even though I never refused you before

I hope u are satisfied because I have reached the end of my rope

My darling, my light you decreed today would be our last day as man and wife

How right you are, I have served the last food I would prepare for you

Because today I become a widow for I made your egusi with Aconitum.

by Dupe Holloway

SPEECHLESS by IBE CHIEMEZIE

SPEECHLESS by IBE CHIEMEZIE

Seventeenth October, two thousand and thirteen was the day

A day I felt was just  like every other one.

Although it was my birthday,

the last thing on my mind was celebration.

The original plan was to stay quietly indoors

and make no noise about it at all

But for my friends.

These people their love for me never ends.

They protested,

in fact they revolted.

They said to me, 'Young man, today is not just your birthday,

today is World's Chimex Day! "

On Demand, I stepped out of that closet of mine,

And they gave me a treat of a lifetime.

The deluge of messages I got,

to my eyes brought joyful tears so hard I fought

Some said I was cute , others said I was handsome,

some others said I was much more than awesome

But a tweet from the world famous Kelly Hansome

Made me feel like the biggest and brightest of the stars - the sun.

If love was drugs, I got overdose.

If love was alcohol, I was intoxicated.

If love was water, I got an ocean.

If love was a mountain, I stood on Everest.

Right now I sit back and reminisce,

Giving thanks to the one who's made my life a masterpiece.

The one who's blessed me with joy and bliss

And set my life on the path of increase

He is the King of Kings

The Lord of Lords and The Prince of Peace.

To my boss and mentor-Obyno

To my sister and second mother- Ijelo

To my superstar sibling and confidant- Chiso

This is a word of appreciation from your lil' bro- Emilo

To my God-given parents-Mummy and Daddy,

Nothing is what I am without your support

and the least I can say is, 'God bless you.'

To my cousins, I say 'Thank you.'

God's best gift to man is family,

and to have as part of mine, Sweetdiva and Chidi,

I count myself lucky.

As I drop my pen in the basket of love,

Knowing full well that by God and Man, I am loved,

the word of appreciation I want to give is endless,

But like Michael Jackson, I am SPEECHLESS.

by                              

IBE CHIEMEZIE

(Mex Konceptz)

I Wonder.....!!!

I look out the window

Seeing the fallen coconut fruit

The leaves from the orange tree

The petals from the hibiscus plant

And I thought to myself

What does this day hold for me

I wonder

I stepped out the front door

Faced with the barking of my Dog-Bliss

Sighted the neighbors goat

Heard the crowing of the landlady’s chickens

And I thought to myself

What does this day hold for me

I wonder

Walking into the street

Hearing the blaring of the school bus

Seeing the impatient Dad blaring his horns at the front gate

The already tired mum dragging her twin boys into the car

And I thought to my self

What does this day hold for me

I wonder

Sitting in front of my PC

Writing this prose/poem

Thinking to my self

What exactly does today hold for me

I wonder

by FRANCISCA O OGUNLADE (nee NNADI).

Your behind is messing up my mind...(a Spoken Word Poetry Video) #WordUpVol1

Nigeria's premier Spoken Word Poet, 

Sage Hasson,

 was in town during

WORD UP Volume 1 

(the biggest Spoken Word Poetry Event in Nigeria).

He was the last act of the day and made us understand why he is a master of the art.

He oozed so much class and style, 

and 

flowed with ease and skill. 

If you are wondering on why and how I chose the title for this article, well, listen to the very last part of his act

and you won't be able to stop singing, 

"your behind,...is messing with my mind....!!!!" :) 

LETTERS TO MY LOVE....!!! by Olulu

Hi love, how are you settling down in camp? Hope you guys are cool. I did not realise this until I got back home after I dropped you off at the military base. I would have loved to tell you face to face, but I’m not sure when next you will be coming home my love, and I’m too excited to keep this to myself. Don’t scream when you read this my love, so read it carefully, I shall write it only once (lol), “I am having our baby!!!”

Just got home after a stressful day, wish you were here to help me rub my feet. Though, I can still see them as I’m just 3 months gone so my belly is not really protruding. I went for a scan today, and guess what? Well, the doctor did say it might be too early to tell, but what the heck, I’m having your son my love. The scan showed our baby is a boy, so now I will have two men in my life. Love you, miss you like crazy.

I hope you are alright my love. I just got off the phone with Fred. He told me that you are a very brave man and he owes you his life. He said you were the leader of the commando unit that rescued him from being a prisoner of war. I know you don’t like writing but please reply this letter because Fred said you went back to get one of your injured unit member as their helicopter came under severe enemy gun fire. Please reply my love, I love you.

The baby kicked today my love, I felt it. The kick was hard and strong; wish you were here to feel it. I’m sure he will grow up as strong as you my love. Passed by some baby shops on my way back from antenatal classes, I bought some babies clothes, nappies, toys and games. But I could not decide on the colour of crib to buy, as I know blue is your favourite colour but I love the pink crib. Well, I will wait for you to come back so we can decide on the colour of crib to buy. When are you coming back my love? Do hurry back dear; I heard making love during pregnancy is exciting, I can’t wait to try it out with you my love, I miss you so so much.

It’s been 4 months since I last heard from you my love, four months since Fred told me about the rescue operation. Nobody is telling me anything anymore, neither have u replied my letters. I saw your commanding officer in church last Sunday, but he pretended not to see me and hurried away as I walked towards him. I tried to run after him, but my belly is now so big I can barely walk. I can’t even see my feet anymore. Wish you were here to rub my feet and back for me. I miss you; please reply when you get this, I love you.

I wore your shirt and cried myself to sleep last night. The apartment, the room, the bed seems so lonely and empty without you. Been playing our wedding videos and looking at the wedding pictures all morning. I miss your touch, your hug, your warmth, your smile, I miss you my love. I can’t drive the car again as my belly is so big, it keeps rubbing against the steering wheel. So I always have to walk down to the bus stop to take a bus to and fro the hospital for my antenatal. My legs are usually swollen when I get back home. Come home my love, me and our baby need you badly, and I do miss you like crazy.

I’m in the hospital waiting to be operated upon. I’m so scared, because I’m one month ahead of my EDD. But the doctor does not want to risk me losing the baby as I fell on my belly when I fainted. Your commanding officer finally told me you never made it back to camp after Fred’s rescue mission, though the pilot of the helicopter was found 3 days ago barely alive in one of the villages. But he is in critical condition and could not really explain what happened to you and the other 3 members of your unit, he just kept saying, “we crashed, pursued for miles by enemy, jump into waterfall, everybody disappeared.” I believe you are still alive and I know you will soon come home to meet me and your son. I know you might not have been getting my letters but I’ve a copy of each one of them and I will read them to you when you come home my love. Please stay alive for me and for your son, I miss you, I love you. Please come back to me.

by Olulu, the King not from Zulu

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