Outside these Walls

Hey guys...

I'm guilty of leaving you guys expectant for too long and I am terribly sorry.

However, I have been writing and though these pieces of work may have been outside these walls I'm here to let you in on them.

I have two new pieces... "Daily Bread" and "Spoils of War"

These two pieces are featured on the blogs of some great friends of mine, who sooner than later, you will also be reading their works on my blogs. So please check my works and check the blogs, I bet you will love them.

Click here bunmiodunowo.com/?p=4669 for "Spoils of War" and here http://www.shaiontheprowl.com/?p=827 for "Daily Bread"

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Love Me...Or Not!

She is fine, She is hot She is sexy, She is not You confuse my life with a stereotype The type you see in movies and the likes Love me or not, I remain me She is short, She is big She is tall, She is slim You make me feel like just a thing Like I have no right to just be me Love me or not, I’ll still be me I see those smiles which are nothing but sneers Your snide remarks have filled my ears I wonder if my life must go on the blink Just because I don’t care what you think Love me or not, I can’t stop being me A life of my own, that’s all I ask I seek no glory or attention to bask Let me be fat, I don’t give two cents I can be fat, to my heart’s content Love me or not, I love being me I will make no apologies for who I am Nor change myself for your praises to amass I will walk the streets with my head up high Not caring for the evil stares burrowed in your eyes Love me or not, its yours truly…Me

Book of Chronicles

We didn’t care a bit Threw caution in the air, not caring about the world I think that’s what killed us We loved like we knew, fought like we ought We had no one or thing to hold us down And that was number one We tried and tried, maybe even tried too hard I think that’s what killed us We loved like was expected and fought like we were taught We were just growing, still had dreams...but in love We wanted it all, but couldn’t give up naught And that was the second one We were too much in a hurry, I don’t know where to… Guess experience had taught us both – ‘no time’ We didn’t care for the niceties; all we wanted was to get down Not sure we ever loved, we never even fought We gave ourselves much space…too much if you ask me And that was number three Your laughter just caught my attention I watch as your eyes twinkle too Can tell you have a good heart, I allow myself a smile I’m sure there’ll be plenty of fights, but I’ll love the make-up too And right now our e...

Whose Fault?

11.41pm You wouldn’t believe me, but I’m writing this from behind a vantage point shielding me from the various daggers flying at me – and the source being my sister. So my sister is a doctor and my big mouth proceeded to tell her how colleagues at my office were against the Doctors’ strike and how they think Fashola was justified in his action. Bam!!!...wrong thing to say, because I have not had a moment of peace since then. Now I’m wondering… Whose fault? Who’s to blame for all of this? And right now, my questions go beyond the Fashola and Medical Doctors’ fiasco. The truth is I’m also pretty tired and I do not like my pay, but sadly I cannot go on strike. I also pay tax, and I think I’m underpaid, but still I cannot go on strike. We do realize that there is a problem with our system, and the system here is synonymous to Nigeria in it’s entirety and not necessarily the “government “alone. We love you Doctors, many people owe you their lives or the lives of their children ...

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