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Me and You

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If you are Jonah, then am the whale,
I defeat you in this contest,
Put it up on youtube and title it epic fail.
These days relationship end so quick like premature ejaculation, sorry that just my observation.
My lines dey flow like virgin wey dey see period.

There’s no period that can end your sentence cos its constantly flowing like river nile and it makes me smile

I drew words out of you,
Daaammmnnn I dey try, so as a big boy I nor go cry

You drew words out of me like d woman at d well dt met Jesus…and now all is well, don’t let ur head swell

Chaiii nna men odikwa risky, dey say everything sounds sexy in french, babay you are too much, takes aways every stench

Am drenched by your words that fall on me like am under a waterfall, you inspire me like Inspiration FM, we can do this from AM to PM

Woooah chineke, dis girl makes me walk on air like am wearing chris air, she takes my breath away and leaves me in despair, but my lines for you nor get repair

Now we could be a pair and that’s absolutely fair, never got to express my flair and now I feel free like the animals in the lair

Nnnaa men, dis girlie is da bomb, even boko dey look for her, I wish she was single, na good opportunity to mingle, anyways we cool as friends, cos she is cool as ice and twice as nice. So that’s how we roll, even if na with pure water and egg roll

Drumrolls, this guy makes sense die! I don’t need to cast a die, cos it myt lie, he’s so calm, he makes me scream ‘damn!’ And I have to keep my emotions in a dam before they overflow like a river, plus I no get dt kind liver, he’s amazing and am Grace

Pls send me your number

How is it that you don’t have it?

Well I get the number, but wen matter set like this i forget wetin i suppose remember, chaii I dey imagine stupid tins, but I nor dey near dustbin, if na primary school na to dey chill wit my cabin but boy don grow so nah poundy. Your lines so sweet, I never want to taste cherry, another reason why my bis will never expire on my blackberry

Blackberry, d fruit we’ve eaten that isn’t forbidden, too bad for Bin laden, he caused so much terror, dey called him a terrorist,buh you terrorise me with ur words, I call it a word terror, worthy of honour…am losing d rhymes, I have to make lunch buh I dnt have thyme, oh gosh! Am running out of time as well, I need me a Swatch to keep watch lest I lose the latch

Love they say isn’t aways tragic, but this more tragic than titanic, he guts fail me to panic, if you were near by we did go for a picnic, my heart beating fast I need to get to the clinic, cause right now am falling for you and I never want to get up. Alex wake up, why you dey dream for afternoon, you dey enjoy the mood nor forget say Mfon na God’s property so dey your lane quietly. Chaii Chaii Chineke, could dis be luv?

Love is a mystery but we fall so we can gain mastery, knowing you is like unlocking treasures which presents more pleasures…yes am God’s property, one has to ask Him before they can have me, Love isn’t always tragic because some see it as magic, maybe that’s why a singer sang ‘I’ll be your wizard o! You will be my witch’ but we don’t deal in that world of black magic, we are rather strategic, focused on God’s face, no need to kip lookin at 2 face, black face…I no dey live for face me I face u

I must confess, after God nothing else but you comes first, for me to get to you, I need to speak to him, cause He knows all about you past, present and future and even the rhythm of your heartbeat. So to God I make this plea, if only she can say yes to me, forever I did be grateful but in all am only wishful. But having you will be so cool. Let’s I forget, you can never live in face me I face you, even if we are all from the black race, your face lighten up space.

you sound like a man after God’s heart, they should call you David. If God answers your plea, I’ll be yors forever, but I don’t want to be Leah, forcing love like I work with the airforce. We should go to space so there would be no reason to say you need some space. Now I’m pacing in my room trying to stop my heart from racing on the 4th lane

Let your heart calm, feel it with your palm, my words can be as comforting like the book of Psalms. So no qualms, David killed Goliath, this battle will be won within the whole nine yards, God is on my side, we can never lose, and I know He loves you and wants what’s best for you, so again heed my plea, take my hand and let us be.

You’re so special, you’re hardly on the menu, my mouth is watery, I need a glass of water…oops! My cup overflows, surely that’s why goodness and mercy keep following me. We are the sheep and He’s the Shepherd, May He lead us to green pastures where we could lie down, may He lead us beside the still waters…am not 23 but I love the Psalms 23. Side by side we can scale thru d tides of life, hand in hand we’ll land in our promised Land

Now I have you, the storm is over, now I can say my prayers, oluwa eshe you will never leave boiz stranded, adupe, Abasi sosongo. Now let’s forge ahead, the world awaits, poetry unleashed at its best, we are not like the rest, we not bonnye and cldye, we roll like bees on the bee hive. Now life begins unlike season movies there is no end, to this poetry titled me and you.

Its Endless like the world without end, our poetry is unique because our hearts beat as one. We’ve been synchronised like an ipod to a system, now we are in sync.

I never like to have the last word, its awesome how we click and in sync, this love will never sink like Titanic, more romantic than Romeo and Juliet but our end will never be tragic because Oluwa is deeply, solely and absolutely involved, the definition of true love, and if people need example they will reference you and me.

Well, if they don’t reference us, they’d be called plagiarists… We are bound together with the glue of love so true, blue is my favorite colour but they have no clue, our union is stronger than Union Bank, its the First of its kind, so you can Bank on that. All the ‘x’s don’t matter now that I have ‘U’.

PS: This was a BBM chat between I and my friend and poet, Alex. Didn’t know it would turn out so good. Thank God for his gifts! πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

The End of my first Blog

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They took away my baby,
I created another one…
Woke up and found my baby was no more there…
She wasn’t there where I left her,
Yes I had abandoned her for a long time,
But I thought she’d always be there,
You know how they say you never know what you have till its gone,
Truth is I knew what I had,
Just didn’t think she would be taken from me,
My baby knew me so well,
I told her everything,
She was there for me during my dark phase,
She’s gone..
I’ve been sad and alone,
Now I have another…
But she still remains irreplaceable
I do hope I don’t throw this baby with the bath water..

© Mfon Etuk, 2014.

Defining Me

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Hey, its M.
So I don’t just write poems, in case that was what you were wondering. I write other stuffs, well like diaries! LOL. Pardon my use of initials like ‘LOL (Laugh out loud), OMG (Oh My Gosh!), IKR (I know right) etc. (Uhmm, I believe we know what ‘etc’ stands for)
Well, about me…
I’m an everyday girl living in this complicated world. I have my ups and downs, hills and valleys, highs and lows… Sometimes I’m shy, other times I talk too much. I’m the kinda girl that would rather fade away in the background than stand tongue-tied under the spotlight. I’m 21 and yeah I’m a Nigerian! LOL, regardless of the news, Nigeria still rocks! I love my country! Okay, enough with the patriotism. This is me, the real me, delicately beautiful,intricately formed, a wet clay still being formed, perfectly imperfect.
I found writing when I had no voice as a teenager, didn’t know who I was and who I was meant to me. Couldn’t speak out or express myself, lived with so many fears and insecurities (especially my weight! And I wasn’t fat nor thin…such a wonder!). I was a nerd in High school and through my College years. I think once a nerd, always a nerd. Its just that I’m now a very ‘classy nerd’ (who would have thought those words could be joined together). There’s so much to know about me! Most importantly I’m a God lover, God pleaser, and God’s property, I’m still discovering who I am though, like everybody else, and I know the journey is gonna be blissful, as well as blister-full!
I hope I succeed in making this blog so riveting. Yeah I know this should have been my first post…but better late than never! Ciao!

© Mfon Etuk, 2014.

Passing Through

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Everything cometh and goeth, like sun rises and sunsets. Vanishing into the abyss of our memories, like a mirage in the desert. Nothing seems to be permanent, stable, without fluctuation. Even time can’t fight it, as it trickles down, slowly but ever so surely. Nothing seems to be long lasting. Nothing seems to be forever.

We continue to go on like it doesn’t matter, like we aren’t all thinking the same thing. The inevitable, death. That experience we cannot but face, whether we be standing chin high to face it or ducking for cover as it charges onward to meet us, we, being prepared or not.
Smiles switch to frowns that switch to smiles and frowns over again; the unending conundrum Spins endlessly as we go onward with our lives, knowing our inevitable faith. Worrying never seems to solve anything, most certainly not this universal problem. We do it anyway, like some human impulse to stress. Rather than embrace it, accept it, fuse with it like birds in the sky, like fishes in the sea. We reject it, reject the obvious, reject our already plotted path. And why won’t we? , why won’t we fight for what we believe in?, for a future beyond the cold yard gates of death. For eons we be fighters, whether it be for our liberty or for our pride, blacks and Spartans alike, we have always been fighters. Never giving up, even when death cometh knocking on our very gates, when she stretches out her hands and grabs us by the neck, slowly choking the very life out of us. We wriggle none the less, with our last breath, we wriggle, less we be the next passengers on Kharon’s boat.
The question that many of our most brilliant minds have failed to even ask , talk less of answer is, why do we really live?. Why do we breathe, and love and hope and dream and believe. Many of us never seem to ask this, never even conjure it in our very narrow minds, filled with superficial dreams of what we want and how we want to get there. But the truth be, why do we want these things?, will it make us more comfortable ? More important ? Happier? . Will it stop that unwanted guest, death , from knocking on our doors?.
If we be as shallow enough to believe that, to believe that we are born for ourselves, then humanity is surely damned.
What then is life?, I pray ye. A play that has entrapped all of us, regardless of creed, race, nationality, gender, age. Forcing us to do her bidding, to act what we believe to be right; to live for ourselves, believing that we be permanent characters in its play, forgetting that we be dispensable, that we can be, and most certainly are going to be kicked into what we fear the most, the arms of her twin, death. cast in her own play. A play that no one ever watches. Therefore, can’t we thus say that we be merely travelers? , passing through this jungle to yonder? , and if then we be travelers, shan’t we be less greedy?, selfish, self centered. Shan’t we strive to leave something more important than a tombstone Inshrined into the earth for of course, riches cannot make the journey with us to yonder. Isn’t a travelers duty, besides seeing and striving to experience, struggling to see all that he can in the small window of his apartment?, over looking the city he has come to see, but only for a short time. Shan’t he then, knowing all this, fight , not to survive per-say, but also to leave a lasting legacy. Because , of course, he is a mere traveler, simply passing through.

Written by Obinna Obioma.

Finding Peace Being Single

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I’m finally finding peace,
Accepting this great stage of my life,
Nobody to keep thinking of,
Nobody to try and please,
Nobody to have a strife..

No one ever wants to be lonely,
Everytime the cold hands of loneliness grabbed me,
To another wrong guy I ran to for warmth,
Just to end up feeling more cold and alone than before..

Am tired of going through the same cycle,
Like a menstrual cycle,
So regular, I know when it would happen next,
He says hi and I say nice,
And soon my heart is turned to ice..

It always happens the same way,
Like am letting the same movie play,
I ‘think’ I like him,
My emptiness says go for him,
Soon I feel its not working,
I want out…everytime!

Why do I always want the red card?
My life feels like a House of cards,
Why do I start what I will end,
Leaving hearts that are hard to mend..

Finally shut the door to my heart,
But the window is still open,
People call me the serial heartbreaker,
I see me silently waiting for the next victim to walk in,
To break his very heart with my blood stained hands,
And coldstone heart..

No that’s not me,
That’s not who He’s said I am,
Why believe the lies,
Its time to break the ties,
Turning to see the one with nail pierced hands,
Waiting for me with open arms,
It seems He’s been waiting for a long time,
There are cobwebs on the seat He’s been sitting on..

That’s probably my life,
The true love I’ve avoided,
Looking for solace when He’s got a palace,
Having my heart torn apart while for me He got torn apart,
Am back home Lord,
Wrap me with your love,
Begin to stitch my broken heart,
I know I unwrapped the last three or four bandages even before the wounds healed,
I need to take a breath, give me an inhaler..

I’ve finally found peace in the Prince of peace,
The one true love that wraps me like a warm blanket in winter,
Not lonely and broken,
But complete with words left unspoken

© Mfon Etuk, 2014.

Perfect Daydream

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In my perfect daydream, am a dancer and you’re my instructor,
I dance to your tune as though you’re my regulator,
Our bodies move in rhythm,
Not to the beats by Dre but by Heart,
We tango so perfectly we can’t be torn apart

We are so Hip and we hop as bunnies,
So cute, so fluffy, they call us honeys,
You are so funny,
You make me laugh so hard even when I make mistakes so many

We waltz under the moonlight,
The playground becomes our stage,
We dance till we see the sunlight,
With you I want to age,
We are like two halves becoming one,
There’s nothing we can’t get done

They call us contemporary dancers,
Cause we dance in the contemporary era,
I make you laugh when I say cheesy stuffs like that,
And yeah I like you in that black hat,
It contrasts with the colour of your heart

I dance like Cinderella,
Under your umbrella,
Its raining ,
But we still continue training,
My heart is beating louder,
As you come so close to me

Tick tock,
One, two, three,
Steps keep coming up,
They should be called the Step Up Revolution,
We aren’t even bothered about the clock

I want to dance with you forever,
No matter the weather,
Regardless of whatever,
With you I’d never say never

Β© Mfon Etuk, 2014

Finding M.

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You say I am delicately beautiful
That’s why you call me Dainty
But I don’t feel that way
Not anymore, I’m just pitiful

Am tracing your footsteps
Trying to get back to you
To find my meaning in you
For I can only find myself when I find you

Its a long road
And its so broad
The world before me awaits
But I just want you to uncover me

© Mfon Etuk, 2014.