THE ORPHAN...

The sweetest mum …

The twinkle in my eyes just when mum says she loves me.

She curdles me to bed; she stays up late just to watch me sleep at least she tells me that’s her joy.

There is never a sad moment.

There is nothing she ever does that puts me off, just listening to the words from her lips gives me warm fuzzes.

I am most secure when she is with me, nothing else in this world matters to me.

Crying is the order of my day when I hear anything school, it is like a separation between my mum and I. But when she says “my princess I am always here for you” I brighten up and await her arrival because I trust she would be back.

When I get bullied at school, she would tease me by calling me names; her favorite was “My lazy girl”.

Even in my weakness there was hope

Mum is all my fun.

(What a feeling of discomfort…)

With my dizzy eyes and my hands above my eyes, still trying to get a grasp of where I am in this clamorous environment, so difficult for me to turn.

 I was in the midst of many!

Oh!

I cried…

It was just another dream.

Waking up is like the end of peace

There is never a peaceful night…

Those chafing noises I hear from beneath my bed, I only wish I could lay my hands on those hunger filled rats feeding on my shoes.

There is just no comfort here!

All night I have to battle with the vent of the window, and the troublesome rats that roam the room. I get scared but I become strong because that’s all I have got

I just feel different but I am not. Everyone here is like me and that saddens me.

Even hunger wouldn't speak because my situation is clear.

Even the cold of the night doesn't pass by without threatening me; everything around me tells me “You have no family”.

Only if that sweet mum I dream of every night is there to keep me, watch me and prepare those wonderful dishes just for me.

My dreams tell me Mothers are sweet and I want one too.

Even if she doesn't know me and I don’t know her, I still hope to see her because I forgive her and I want her.

IT HAPPENS... ParT 2

1. In an Mathematics examination hall we all know 5+5=10 but many still punch the calculator to be sure it is 10

2. When a guy tells a girl i want to know you more via twitter, the first thing she does is go to his profile... how many followers does he have? is he popular?

3. You see this person you know and you want to say hi, but you looking for an eye contact so that you don't get embarrassed.

4. Dancing so well and dancing off beat.. it's normal.

5. Pretending to be engrossed in a discussion when you fart.

6. This internal excitement when you order for food and huge wave of tears from within when you get disappointed.

7. Judging people by their first conversation with you...
such disgust when girls hear " how u dey" "how body" "baby how life". that's no punch line, it's offline.

Oh well all this things happen... we notice them

AN OpeN lETTER to MY cRuSH...

I write this letter hoping to show my children one day, that the person they now call MUM, was once my crush.... 

This letter is to you my crush, the very reason no other girl makes sense to me right now. It’s more than just crushing on you from afar, it’s the way this heart of mine makes the distance between us feel like zero miles....

it’s like you are my size and we fit perfectly, you are like the word that best fills in the gap of my existence, we would make a perfect MATCH.

Even though you are February born and I am a MAY child #LOL ...   I know we have spoken once so many times, I know we’ve both had nice laughs, I guess I want to go Oliver twist on you, because I want more than all that.

          So many things about you and each one stays peculiar.  Is it the way you hug me, with both hands round my neck just below my back head and the totality of your body forming a perfect alliance with mine?

 Or is it the way you call my name, blending each vowel and consonant sound so well sometimes I think you named me?

 Or is it the way you reason that just amazes me and makes me wonder if you had come to this world before?

Or the fact that you play football and I also love it too? 

Or your wonderful smile that reveals the gateway between your two front upper teeth that makes me want to smile back?

Or maybe your beautiful chocolate body though I have not seen you naked but my mind has and it is a wonderful sight?

 Or maybe your fore head (smiling), that I just want to kiss always just so you are reminded I care....

           I could go on, but then I would let loose emotions I am not sure would bear fruits, emotions that could turn sour because of my uncertainty of yours towards me. I know we are friends, but imagine a world of possibilities if we pushed the wall a little bit, take the risk and see if it’s going to be a cool breeze, take off the limits and be like Jolie and Brad Pitt.

All I am saying is I love you and I want you to love me back, it hurts to know what we could be, but not if we could be...

          I want to wake up to a kiss from you, stay in the kitchen and cook with you, while we cuddle and play, go for a walk holding your hands and showing the world that I am proud of, watch you display your Yoruba self sometimes (please not always lol…), and just listen to you gist whether boring or not, dress alike with you and wear polos with your name behind so those babes that scope from the back can know "this nigga" is taken....... 

So many things and more my crush, ,MY CHOICE...... I hope you get to read this, till then I would nurture this love till there is no reason to do so again... XOXO......

                                                                                                                           

BY:  Sammie Elensi

It Happens All Over Again

This thirsty soul of mine,

I thought I got you filled moments ago.

All this while my soul and I have been together,

But ever since it demands too much from me, I have felt this distance between us.

For some seconds, it became 2 days, 9 months, 1 year, I was a free man.

Living my life just the way I wanted to, it was just me.

Unknown to me I had abandoned my life, but to me at least I was happy that was all I wanted.

I heard the voice of my soul… crying for help, begging me to let the door open.

I told my soul “would you let me be at peace?”

My soul said “peace is where I offer us, please let me in.”

I had a second thought.

But no! I want to be free.

I heard no reply… yes he is gone!

This life I thought I wanted to enjoy, I couldn't.

There was this emptiness in me,

I felt lonely, I ran into naked troubles and when I was worried no one to console me.

I cried out! “Please do not leave me”

I am sorry for all my wrongs.

But my soul was far gone I thought…

I waited all nights for over 2 months, waiting for that sweet and gentle voice of my soul I was desperate to hear my soul again.

Soul? Please do not leave me; I will do everything you ask.

“You would do anything I ask?” My soul... is that you?

That sweet voice said to me “he never left me”

It happens all over again, going back on my knees, praying to Jesus, thanking him for all He has done, promising never to go back again.

My soul and I are at peace again…

The Devil Attacked!

When she heard a strange voice…

She was puzzled and in distress

She couldn’t control herself, she couldn’t help but obey

The order was so firm!

It wasn’t her desire,

She spoke in defense saying, “How would you ask me to take it? Why 

would you ask me to go there? But I don’t need it!”

But unknown to her she fell in compliance.

She obeyed! It was like a paroxysm

Very funny to the devil, he had it all…

his rules of course are not pleasant,

his wishes are not favorable even his thoughts are deadly to mankind.

She felt her heart at war, and it trembled!

The depths of her heart was filled with darkness, she was in obscurity

After obeying that slow and forceful voice, she was caught hiding, made to run and was humiliated.

his wish was fulfilled…

She wept out loud! Screaming like she was dying, she was plangent

Everyone thought the situation to be quirk.

She tried to explain no one believed…..no one ever believes

No one ever understands the devil’s work, only a few recognize it

The devil…

he has just put up another situation again… he attacked!

THE MISCONCEPTIONS OF SAYING NICE THINGS TO PEOPLE

How wrong can I be to say I love you?

What punishment is attached to the offence of saying, you are amazing?

I remember saying you are my bestie not my boyfriend neither my girl.

Yes… I also called you sweetheart; I meant it because that how your heart feels “sweet”

The other day when I called you my love, I did because I feel loved around you.

Sugar is sweet… yes! I used the word on you, just to let you know it’s exciting to 

have you around.

Whenever I called you my baby it just reminds me that you are tender to me.

Everything I said to you was because I meant it…

But how?

How exactly was I to know?

That everything I said wasn’t what I said to you?

I love you; you love me… that is what it was like

I never knew it was I love you, you want me.

Yes feelings grow!

But it grows to be stronger, not growing to be different.

We are friends yes! The feelings make us stronger friends

It’s not wrong of me to have said all I did.

But if you got me wrong, you can get me right now. 

SHE WALKED AWAY (PART 2)

And Tunji couldn’t get his mind together because Bolu had threatened to tell Caro that he came late when he gets home.

“Am so sorry I came late” Tunji said.

Still there was this awkward silence and none of the kids said anything.

Tunji’s heart trembled! He wondered what his excuse was going to be, he had fun once and back to regrets.

They got home as at 7:30pm and Caro wasn’t home, it was unusual.

“Where is my mum?” Toun said with a mild and gentle tone.

“This house feels so empty, I am scared!” she said.

Tunji picked up his phone to call Caro, but he had no airtime.

“Irresponsible me again…” Tunji said to himself

“Okay kids, let us just wait a little moment am sure it is just a hectic traffic, she would be back soon okay?” he said

But unsurprisingly they both walked out on him, and headed for their rooms.

Tunji ran off to go prepare dinner at least he had escaped Caro’s query, but he was a bit worried.

“Things might have gone wrong, but I still love her” Tunji said to himself.

He had finished preparing dinner, so for the first time he decided to do something unusual by carrying their dinner’s into their rooms. Although he knew Caro was against it, he was ready to risk it.

When he got to the room the kids were both crying with a letter in their hands…

Tunji wondered what they could have read, so he dropped the food by the bed side table, collected the letter and read:

                           Bolu

                           I know I have not been a good mother so far as expected, because I don’t have so 

                           much

                           time to spend with you

                           I am truly sorry.

                           But today I have to tell you something I ought to have said a long time ago.

                           When Toun was three years old, I had to keep you and your sister with your                                                        

                           Uncle, Sam, because the doctor said I had cancer, cancer of the blood and I was

                           dying.

                         I thought things were going to be better, but no it’s not

                         I got back from the office around 2:15pm feeling a little unusual and I am sure

                         this is where it all ends.

                         So I am writing this letter just in case I don’t make it back home, to tell you how 

                         much

                          I am going to miss sneaking into your bedrooms and pecking you, our movie 
                          nights on fridays and,

                          Shopping on Saturday’s. I also want you to 

                          know

                          that Tunji is your father and he is going to take care of you just as I would have 

                          done

                          As you are reading this letter I am at Havana Hospital and I hope it won’t be too 

                           late

                          Tell your father “I love him and I am sorry.”

                                                                                                                                         CARO                      

“Are you really my father?” Bolu asked with so much tears and a heart full of sorrow

Filled with tears and short of words, he grabbed both of them and left hurriedly to the nearest bus stop and got a taxi. They got to the hospital at exactly 11:02 pm

“Doctor Williams!” Tunji shouted on getting to the hospital

Doctor Williams was heading for ward 201 when he turned back to see who was shouting.

“Oh! Mr. Tunji, I have been trying to reach you” he said

“ I am here now, is my wife okay? did you handle it well?” Tunji cried…

“But Tunji you have always known it would end one day. We di-”

Tunji interrupted, “ Doctor what the hell are you trying to tell me?” he said crying out

“Tunji we did everything we could but am sorry to say we lost her”

Tunji  dropped to the floor and wailed in agony grabbing his children hugging them so tight as they all cried

The doctor urges Tunji and the children up and ushers them to the waiting room.

“Would  you like to see your wife before she is taken to the morgue?” the doctor said

“No… that’s fine I just want to take my kids home I would be back tomorrow” he replied

Tunji thought, where he was going to start from, how was he going to care for his children, how he was going to make them happy? He had no job, to him life was going to be hell

He slept that night in so much worry after putting his kids to bed, as he cried from the depths of his heart.

The door bell rings the next morning as at 7:00am, Tunji hurries to the door, while the children were still asleep.

He opens the door,

“Can I help you?”

The young lady replied, “are you Mr.Tunji?” 

“yes I am” Tunji replied

“I am here to deliver your wife’s will”

WHEN YOU DECIDE TO CARE.

What is care?

Care doesn't mean you love, it simply means you believe others are around you and they need attention

When you care there is this connection

When you care, there is some kind of attraction. But don't call that LOVE!

When you decide to care, it could be because there is just something spectacular about you:

It could be that you can't stand people in pain
It could be your passion to help
It could be your personal interest in the person.

Care is that urge to help, even when you can't

THE LOVE LETTER

With the last drop of blood in me i write...

Your action has pierced into my blood vessels,

Your absence has burnt my heart to ashes,

Your unfaithfulness my heart knows of it, but is ready to carry on

Each time i remember the love we share my heart beats again, my blood multiplies and begins to flow like a stream, and my bones begin to work like soldiers.

Even my nose catches the freshest air of the day, just because i remembered our love

Please come back my love...

Your absence got me on a public transport looking and searching everywhere for you in tears, but to no avail

Please come back and give my body rest.

Afterall i have missed you... days when you make me smile, when we said each others strengths and weaknesses, days when you make me cry and smile a million times after

Sincerely I MISS YOU

Please come back before my heart fails

I just realized am not dead yet! it means my blood is flowing again. Please come back so it would dry up no more

PLEASE FORGIVE ME

I was always fond of accusing you...

You told me you were going to see me through,

but because i couldn't see you, i doubted!

You loved me, but i didn't believe,

You sort for my happiness, but i had no idea

I was wrong...

I should have waited,

I should have listened,

I had all your attention, but i didn't know it

The love you gave freely, was what i was in search for

But I never knew it was chasing after me.

Instead all i kept doing was running, ignoring and doubting

But now i realize.... please forgive me

Dying Father Walks His 11-Year-Old Daughter Down the Aisle

When Jim Zetz, 62, was diagnosed with stage IV pancreatic cancer, he was heartbroken for his 11-year-old daughter, Josie. Not only would he likely pass away before her next birthday, but his dream of walking her down the aisle at her wedding some day was all but shattered - that is, until wedding photographer Lindsey Villatoro of Love Song Events & Photography helped the family celebrate that special moment now, while they still can.

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The photographer was originally hired to capture one last family photo session. During the session, Josie expressed how upset she was about all of the "memories down the line" her father would miss. Villatoro was so touched by their story that she secretly reached out to her local vendors and organized a special ceremony, where Jim would get to walk his little girl down the aisle. In just 72 hours, she'd secured a wedding dress, tuxedo, cake, catering, flowers, and even hair and makeup for Josie.

'"One day [you] wake up and realize you're given the opportunity to change someone's life for the better. 'You get an idea, don't think twice and run with it," Villatoro wrote.

Josie was initially overwhelmed by the idea, but later, she told the photographer, "'This is the best day of my life. She was very glad and excited to have these moments," Villatoro told the Huffington Post.

Watch this sweet photo montage for more from this very special day.