Forgive and forget I heard the preacher once but I won’t forgive I can’t forget
but that issue is dead for sure.
Please don’t say acceptance is the key to be truly free well guess what, acceptance is the reason I ain’t really free.
I’m not here to throw stones
cause apparently we all have sined.
Once bitten twice shy, I know when you lie.
Its too late for condolences when it’s over with.
If you knew the knife did hurt then why stab it in?
Bit by bit you became a memory,
your beauty was a bullet you blew my mind away.
Holding on to everything that’s left cause you got away.
Dont sleep on me we have words unsaid,
promises not kept,
dreams left for dead.
A little of you lingers on in my head,
I don’t want you gone that’s a given
and I’m running out of words that’s certain.
So hit me up when you’re less busy,
its been long since we walked down the streets.
Peace.
I know I’ve been gone for a while without any explanation, I’m so sorry. Im back now, hoping to give you better write ups. Just keeping liking and dropping those comments. Thank you. 
I didn’t mean for it to happen,
I didn’t mean for me to feel this way.
All I wanted was to talk,
All you wanted was for someone to listen.
You’re going through a phase,
While I just want to see your face.
You’re a little bit broken,
But in my arms you feel safe.
Your hearts with someone else,
But secretly I wish it were mine.
Your smile so heavenly,
But deep inside you want to cry.
I long for the day when you’re finally at peace,
And I hope such a day might be with me.
we can be together in the month of April
Where we could kiss under the rain.
…………….Hey! How you doing? and how did your day go? Don’t forget to drop a comment if you liked it. ✌✌#monkeylove this one’s dedicated to you 🐒
BLACK VELVET
She walks with her head on high,
Her lip doesn’t know how to smile.
Her steps quick, she walks alone,
But she’s not alone, she is slave to her imaginations.
Surrounded by many but known by few.
Shy to approach the world,
She’s a slave to her nature,
But that no one knows is true.
Her heart is filled with love,
But her love can’t be expressed with her voice.
When she smiles, the most beautiful art piece of all time,
But she hates to be told so.
Her dark hair shines in the sun light,
Her beautiful eyes glow in the dark.
She is black, she is introverted
like the velvet cake she’s sweet.
She is the introverted black velvet.
Sorry I’ve been gone for a while now, I’ve just been occupied and writers block. So I’m here now hope you enjoy.
Another bombing on the news today, this has been going on for a while now. Since power changed hands my people have known no peace and its four years now, sometimes I wonder where it all went wrong but I just can’t pin point where. Well I cannot stress about this, all I can do is pray for a better future for me two kids to live in. we moved from the north of our country to settle in the southern district where everything seems safer at least that’s what I thought.
It’s getting late but I’m outside my home as I listen to the crickets of the night and watch the stars in the sky as the evening breeze makes me feel cool, nature is at peace with itself but my country isn’t. well I guess there is nothing you can do when you don’t have power.
“honey, wouldn’t you join me in bed?” my wife asked with worries written all over her face. I didn’t even know when she came out of the house, I guess I was that deep in thought.
“I’m sorry love, let’s go inside you must be getting cold” getting her into my embrace we walked to the house together. If only this nation could be like my family, if only this nation can be in peace.
Its Saturday morning and as usual I’m sleeping in, due to my work activities Saturday is my day, nothing ever comes between us. Getting up from bed I saw a note beside me saying:
The kids and I went out to have some fun, I left some food for you and the freezer and if you care to join us we are the usual spot. Take care
With a slight giggle and a smile on my cheek I went to the bathroom to have my bath. Its thirty minutes now since I started watching my recorded tv programme for the week and I so need to catch up on Game of thrones then it happened. They took the light, as much as I was annoyed and disgusted that at this present time we suffered power outage in this country I’m not surprised.
Well I guess everything happens for a reason, so I jumped in my car and raced like a jet to the park where my wife takes the kids on weekends. On my way I decided to stop buy our favourite restaurant to get something we could all eat instead of stopping by on our way back.
“Excuse me sir do you want anything new or the regular?” the lady at the counter who was always on duty on Saturday asked.
“I’ll take the regular thank you and you can keep the change” I responded with a smile as I gave her the cash for payment.
The lady at the counter had gotten my order and was about giving it to me when the suddenly she was stopped and frozen letting every item she held fall to the ground. “What’s the matter?” I asked almost revealing how angry I was at the fact I had to wait for her to get another meal for me. She didn’t seem bothered at all as she kept pointing to the television and horridly looking for the remote.
I turned back to see what got her all puzzled, it was then I realised it was another bomb blast and this time it’s in our region but I’m not so bothered about that until I saw the location….
“its olotas park, my wife! my kids!! Oh no oh no” I shouted with tears already forming in my eyes.
“God please let them be alright” I prayed as I drove as fast as I could to the park. Disobeying every traffic rule on my way to the park, I finally arrived. “Ife!!! Jeremiah !!! Jasmin!!!!” I shouted the names of every of my family members at that park that day but no response.
Then I saw my wife being pulled away in a stretcher, hurriedly I ran to her.
“Ife are you okay? Where are the kids? What happened?” I baptised her with numerous questions.
The paramedics tried to send me away but then she grabbed my hand and struggled to say
“I tried to save them love but it was too late, it happened suddenly, I’m sorry” she said with tears flowing down her cheeks
“it’s okay, it’s all good, just hold on for me” I said with a quaking voice and a shaking body I was sweating without control.
“please don’t let this hold you back, move on and be happy”
“Ife don’t do this. Ife you’re staying with me”
“just remember I lo……………” she didn’t complete her words and her eyes were shut .
“No it can’t be, you can’t just leave me like this, it’s not fair” I said with tears running down my face. I am all alone in this world the only thing that keeps me sane is gone. How dare she tell me to move on I can’t do this.
Well it’s Monday again (yay) and this is another motivation for your week.
Because you would always get tired and you can’t do nothing about that.
Because the only limit you’ll ever have in achieving your goals is you.
No matter where you find yourself always see yourself as the leader even if it doesn’t seem so now.
Never forget this ” yes you can” if you can conceive it, you can achieve it.
Hope you’re motivated? And if you feel like sharing any story of motivation for next Monday hit me up.
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The room is dark,
I can’t find my way round it,
I can’t lay my hand on the touch,
I hear voices all around me,
Sometimes I feel it’s all in my head,
But other times I know I’m not alone.
The struggle to get to the light,
The struggle to be free from my self,
I’m enveloped by the rage in my heart.
The rage which is fueled by bitterness.
I’m bitter because my nation’s still backward,
I’m bitter because my people are racist to their very own self,
I’m bitter because somewhere there is a kid who has just been made an orphan.
I search for the light to set us free.
Free from the darkness which we are in,
Free from our own self.
I hear voices and I know I’m not alone.
One day we would get to the light,
One day we would be free,
But where is the light?
I don’t want to talk.
Not cause I lack words,
Not because I do not have confidence
But for the fact I wouldn’t be listened to.
I fear my words would be used as an instrument against me.
So I don’t want to talk .
I don’t want to dance.
Not that my legs can’t move to the rhythm,
or my hips can’t sway from side to side,
But for fear and mockery from the ones I call friends.
So I don’t want to dance.
I don’t want to sing.
Not that my voice isn’t a melody like the angels,
Not that I can’t reach each note in hallelujah,
But the fact that I might not please my audience with my style.
So I don’t want to sing.
I don’t want to think of this.
Not because of the self pity and self shame I’ll feel for not doing things.
But because I know the word I would say to myself.
“JUST DO IT”
I hope you were motivated by this words, personally I was. Stay motivated, reject negative energy, positive vibes all the way.
I’ve evaded this topic for so long for reasons best known to me, but would it hurt if I say one or two words?
Gender equality we call it, but are we fighting for it the right way? Or we just want to switch gender positions.
Every woman wants to be given equal opportunity as every man out there. Every woman wants to be her own boss without being labeled by society.
Take a chair, sit and listen. As humans we are born to freedom and so should live free, with this understanding we got rid of slavery. So also each gender has its responsibility.
I think the fight for gender equality is for women to be treated fairly in the society and not for them to take the position of men in that society. If a man slaps his wife there is a cry of gender abuse, but what happens when the woman does the slapping? Should the man keep quiet because he is a man and pretend like he wasn’t abused too?
Or why is it that when a man is raped nothing is said about it with the notion that he probably enjoyed it.
I just feel as women you were made to be loved and cared for. Admired by many but belong to one who cherishes and threats you right. I think this is were the fight is, the fight to keep women safe from animals among men. The fight is not which sex holds political offices or which sex makes decisions around the home.
Women strive to grow your potentials to the fullest as women and not carrying the burden of men. If care is not taken roles would change, women would always pay the bill on a date, always provide for the husband and the children. From my point of view that’s what’s going to happen and guess what in years to come men activist would rise and we would be having this same fight over again.
Let’s fight right and smart. The world is big enough for both sex.
CALEB'S PEN 