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Hello… Are you in? Do let me in… We could all do with a lil bit of…          Today, I was jolted off from bed with all "50 shades of sadness"…And in that odd moment, Life became like Uncles that touch us when we are asleep… I felt used again           The human condition and the obssesive desire to find "The Life" has become our greatest scam in history…We create this grand image in our heads of the life we want and in all of that forget that we have to start with the life we've been given…I'm guilty of the aforementioned by the way…          A lot of times, We place our lives on the acting stage, put on a brave face and read through the lines we are being given (if you know what I mean)…hoping that somewhere in between the lines, "Happiness" will find it's way back home to us and probably tonight, "Peace of mind" won't stay out late in the cold…        But then t...

     One of the most interesting thing about the 20 something journey is that we approach LOVE from a "matured" angle or  so it appears to seem…that the reason our "1st Love" never worked out was 'cus we fell for what seemed to be "The beatings of our heart" and "The explosions of our emotions" with their every touch, We only wanted to feel not understand. Hence, problem arose…         Reality Check, 20 something journey made us twice that fool…Old but Young at heart… Experienced so they say but then again, Love fucked us up everytime…LOVE in generality became an embodiment of emotions, Happy-sad, Bright-dull, Angry-calm all at once it left us confused of how we respond to it, Like the New Generation "Menstrual Moodswingers"…And just like that "UNDERSTANDING" grew a thick skin and became THE PROBLEM…            I remember my 20 something experience, I literally decided to go "UNDERSTANDING" all in…make...

I got called Pretty today Though it wasnt a perfect situation, so to say I smiled nevertheless A sweet scent of happiness You see, Every night, an ocean awaits Every morning, a walk of shame, never late For each time the sun poked its eye I became beauty's lie Some say "Pretty hurts" I believe it's not their fault Some say Ugly kills It cuts deeper than even steel I drape my bulgy eyes and freckled body In thick glasses and makeup's honey Anything to hide the lie so they can't see us But what the hell They're just smokes and mirrors I've come to terms with what I am, Please don't say it loud I am the arguments between the stormy clouds The reflection of what pretty is not Call me ugly, I won't be hurt Because you see, I should have been dimpled or flawless Beautiful, nothing more, nothing less Anything to distract me from what the ugly truth could be That maybe "PRETTY" didnt want me So I lied ...

Been a long while Since I got this all prepared For an Homecoming 2 years to be exact I was almost pretty sure I was done for good Little wears and tears my womb gave Due to the "Formers" Papa alwayz got lucky, you know 4 threadlines of royal boys Mama never got an happy ending Now, They'll definitely change their minds Hey kiddo Make plans for when the rain comes For only the lazy scramble At the sight of grey clouds" Make hay while the sun shines It's wicked stare, A blessing in disguise But for a short while And always remember Every night before you lay A million dream awaits you Just don't fall too deep Though the sun bleaks today And the wind whispers caution I'm certain within me Today, you'll find HOME Papa doesn't look so bright today And I seem to know why But, no worries little June You make it all right again I know it's hard to understand now But Mama aint so strong anymore I do hope...

Sunrise and sunsets Rainfalls and raindrops On and on they go How long shall we wait Political lies, polished truths A cycle that never ends On and on they go How long shall we wait "The labour of our Heroes past Shall never be in vain" On and on they go How long shall we wait The young grow Old The Old go down On and on they go How long shall we wait Shall our eyes go dark In Old age Shall our bones stricken From promises made Shall our kindreds succumb To endless bondage Poverty chains In disguise Shall we also go down To dust Believing in a change Our Fathers told us How long then Shall we wait Till our eyes Behold the glory of a "better tomorrow"… … Model: tunmisetestifier

You tell me Make plans for when the rain comes But how do I survive this night Without no roof You always say Make hay while the sun shines But the grey clouds still stare And the rain never stops You tell me A million dream awaits me Every night before I lay But then again, I've got short memories I remember the sun of yesteryears Piercing through our thatched roof In big holes and intense heat We had no privacy The waters of banked up rivers Flushing away our belongings It's monstrous sights Our yearly threats Look beyond the grey Keep hope alive It just might be our Goldmine, Another lie They don't care about us poor people Was how Dad explained it But I didn't know we was poor Till Dad proclaimed it Yesterday I walked the nights alone I carried in my eyes An orphan's fright I hate the sunsets now They remind of the happiness I no longer have Fading across the horizon Did Mama lie All these while Or did her word...

I come from political lies From promises never kept A common child in the streets Hustle in my veins I come from moonlight dark The streets that never sleeps Victim of monopoly lies A shade of endless grey And just like that I became another descent Of guttered dreams...