Mind Conversations

I just want you close Where I can keep you from the cold Wrap my arms tight around you Until we become one, and not two Place your head secure on my chest Maybe gently slip my hands under your vest Stroke your hair gently, maybe in ones and twos With thoughts of how you I never want to loose Feel your body warm up to mine Feel us both mould into a straight line Even as our hearts together beat in unison Playing the tune of a love that defies reason Echoing the desires of two hearts together bound Telling the tale of how each other we found I just want you close Where I hope we can together grow old

. The Dana Crash Anthology A collection of write ups in different genres put together to honor the memories of our heroes who passed in the Dana Crash of June 3, 2012. We might not see their faces again, hear their laughter anymore, never hold their hands again...but these memories we can keep, and these memories we WILL keep. We cannot begin to say we know or can imagine what they felt or went through, but we can tell their stories in the little ways we know how, honour their memories and make their deaths not just another casualty. In these stories, poems et al, we hope we find healing, we hope we find closure and we hope we find peace, knowing that these memories will never fade!!! Read and DO NOT forget!!! http://www.naijastories.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/So-We-Do-Not-Forget-Anthology.pdf

My mind went (still is) on a journey of recent, and I cannot say it’s good, neither is it bad. I paid a visit to a colleague’s mother in LUTH and my allergy for hospitals heightened. I always complained about a smell, a particular smell I never could get rid of – gosh now I know the smell. The smell of drugs, the smell of decaying wounds, the smell of draining urine, the smell of pus, the smell of blood…I could go on and on, but that’s not why I’m here. A month or two ago, a friend of mine asked me what my plans were, I was speechless. Very unusual of me, and my friend knew it…so the apparent question was; ‘what was the problem?’ You see I knew what the problem was, I just didn’t know if anyone could understand me. I felt nonchalant all of a sudden; I figured there was really no point to life. If we plan-we die, if we do not plan-we still die. Forgive me if I sound too depressing for you, but trust me that was not my intention. What really is life? Nothing but a fleeting moment…no ...

Yeah I know I've done it again..been gone for a long while, but bear with me. In the midst of it all though, I have found the time to reply your letter...Enjoy!!! REPLY FROM BLOGGER TO READER 1) Thank you for taking the time to read my blog. I believe I have not violated this rule just yet (I think) 2) The good thing about the point made here is that I do not know any big grammars, so I am confident you always comprehend what I write (unless ofcourse 'comprehend' is a big grammar) 3) Yeah I do think it's a little weird, but trust me, dropping a comment on my blog is as simple as ABC. You can even be anonymous - its that simple 4) Funny thing is, I am actually usually in a hurry. So if you see typos then its the combination of being in a hurry, and a bad keyborad...and if you see grammatical errors, then I must need extra english lessons 5) You know the best thing about having a blog, is that you OWN it..so you can choose to do as you please. Anytime you happen to...