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Urban Struggles
Failed ventures; broken dreams A lively city bursting at its very seams As many mingle sweat and tears Midday darkness crawls o’er your fears Tho’ at night you nearly fall apart Yet by morn never failing to look the part The day dawns: “March on, my heart”
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Memories, Hopes and Dreams
I should have written this long agoWhen the red dust of AbakalikiBlown by the hot humid airSettled on my tender, innocent faceAnd coloured my eyelashes brownWhen the hot, unforgiving sunBeat down on me without mercyAnd adjusted my complexionFrom a brightly coloured versionTo a darker shade of fairAnd oft times the…
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Afraid
Lately, I have been afraid and anxious, mostly in relation to work performance and the possibility of falling below expectations. I find it interesting that it took me a while to realize that I am scared – almost as though the feelings were buried beneath my daily routines, bubbling below…
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Little Boy
Welcome to my blog, and it’s poetry time! I hope you enjoy this piece below. The title says it all, and I’ll give nothing else away. Please like and share with others, and I’m always happy to hear your thoughts in the comments section. Cheers! Little boy, Little boy Little…
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Wisdom for Troubled Times
Hello, welcome to my blog! Hope you’re having a great day? Today, I’m sharing thoughts on navigating difficult times, something most of us can relate to. Troubled times can make a fool of anyone. Those who ought to comfort you or help you can easily become unsolicited advisers, sharing with…
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Saying Goodbye
Welcome to my blog! Hope you enjoy reading as you look around here today. I found out about the demise of two former colleagues within the last one week, both of them middle-aged men looking healthy the last time I saw them. One of them was a very jovial man…
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Follow Me
Hello, thanks for stopping by on my blog. 😊 I appreciate your time, and I guarantee you will be blessed as we explore today’s subject together. Have you ever been asked to come along to a place you have not been before? Who asked you? Did they ask nicely or…
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A Meaning to Life
What is this life? A grasp for meaning A hustle for relevance A struggle for permanence Lest you become forgotten As quickly as you are gone
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Uren
Uren! The river of my childhood dreams How often I longed to stand by your banks And splash and splatter with all your water That murky fluid of yours that stood lucid in the morn But it seemed to me that God did not approve of it For my desires…
