Poetry: she.

No sooner had I realized that she'd known grief & sorrow all her life than my empathy for her hit double digits on the figurative ten scale.

Poetry : frustrated lover.

Everything
to get my attention
You manoeuvered me
Oh how I fell
hooked by your lure
fondled by your hand
sent back...

Poetry 3: thoughts.

You no longer walk this plane
Oft my thoughts will fill of you
That wicked laugh, warm smile
For you're unforgettable

Poetry 2.

“ The moment
our minds connect
secret longing
to get your attention
all I can say
gibberish galimatias

#poemtrail #writtenriver #MSpoetry ”

Poetry 1.

In depths from which one cannot flee,
And far off I shall go, a bohemian,
It’s a green hollow where a river sings

Boy Says He Loves Wearing Tight Boxers To Show His Assets

A boy on Facebook uploaded a picture of his half nude, showing off his penis protruding from his boxers. Says it causes trouble when he goes for a swim. Here are some pictures.

A Little Piece Of Me

As I lay on my bed, trying to reflect on life, the life I have lived and the one I'm currently living.
This life full of hatred, unfairness and disappointments. This life that isn't fair.

I was born into a family of two; my mom and I.. My dad—well, I never met him, because he died two months after my birth. My mom took care of me during the early stage of my life. She cared for me and pampered me, she would always use the rod (including wire) whenever I misbehave or fail to do what I was supposed to do. I used to think she hated me you know.. Because she was always quick to use the rod to correct every slight error I made. She always told me to be the best I can be that there is no limit, no limit to what I could do. She didn't tell me that the road was narrow and rough but I found out later.

She later met this man who she got married to. He was a very handsome lawyer, intelligent & and generous I want prepared for what has going to happen next. I always had questions I wanted to ask but I was too scared to ask them. Like, why is my daddy black and why was I black? Why was our surnames different? Why did his attitude towards me change when my sister was born? This questions nested in my heart for so long until my mom told me everything.. I was a product of pleasures gone wrong, an unexpected product of their little fling. She said my father was dead but she never went into the details of what killed him. And I never bothered to ask, about the man who gave birth to me, God took him from me! Why didn't Oghene let him live? Why? I asked these questions with a swollen heart.

Things started to change, Daddy changed, mommy and daddy started to fight "it's because of this bastard!" He always said. I was the cause of their quarrels, I was a witch, i came to spoil their marriage and I always go to my room to cry, why does he hate me, I asked myself. This is too much for a child to bear. Everything I did was always criticized. Mommy never listened—she listened but she didn't just listen to the things I actually said. I was confused.

What was the reason for my being? Why was I here, in this earth? For what purpose? Why was I different from other kids? I was taught to be a man at an early age. Nobody cared about what I wanted, but what they expected from me, what the wanted me to be.

I was lost.
I was confused.
I was frustrated.

But that was then. Mom has passed on, I finally know the truth about daddy; my real daddy. He made many mistakes but I'm gonna kick of from whwe he left off. I'm gonna be a better version of him. I have goals. I have ambitions. I won't rest until I put my mark on this world.

Dear Mom, Dear Dad,

Just watch me. I'm going to make you all proud.

Social Media Will Ruin Your Life—If You're An Idiot.

SOCIAL MEDIA WILL PUT YOU IN TROUBLE

Most of you here have heard of the Tobi Medal story..
I never wanted to comment on this boy's story because I, personally, think he deserves it. He does. You see I was once like him; updating senseless things online, thinking that the media isn't that broad that my parents or guardians can't see whatever I do online—but I was totally wrong. I realized that I had to be careful here. Because the rate at which bad publicity reaches the masses has passed godspeed. It's faster than quicksilver.

Tobi Medal, as little knowledge I have of him is an idiot to the apex. And attention scavenger. I have noticed him before but he became inactive. Looking for something to use as a comeback, his peanut-sized sense sent a signal to use, of every topic regarding sexcapades, RAPE.

RAPE: a topic that people don't joke with. Perhaps he didn't know the weight of something like that. The way it affects its victims, he is an ignoramus. He didn't think. Now, activists, feminists, and the caring public of the senior eye are on to him. He has painted himself a renegade. Now he'll have to pay for the bad boy image he was hoping to get from the post. He'll pay a very costly price; his education and respect. I don't feel sorry for him.

My dear friends. We need to learn from this. The internet of 2013 isn't the one of now. Things have changed, softwares have evolved. Internet users have increased and people sure damn well take things here damn too seriously! Be careful of what you upload here. Because one day. When you are successful, they'll dig-up your past to discredit you. Even in court—my dad is a lawyer and I have seen where him and his clients were talking about something similar.

So be warned. You don't know who is watching. Think before you type. Always consider:
Will this thing affect me in future?
Will my future kids be proud of the things I've done with my virtual self?
If my relatives, employer stumbles on the things I've uploaded here, will it credit me or discredit me?
Learn to think. Stay blessed.