Friday, 26 September 2014

Thoughts of Passion


  Looking out of the window

stars in the sky, beauty all around.

yet I feel low. why? because my Baby isn't home.

laughter is everywhere, couples love with no care.

The sun is shining, the birds are singing.

Yet I feel low. Why? Because my Baby isn't home.


my heart wants you, my body needs you.

every thought is arrested by you.

you are my warmth, you are my soul.


every night, my imagination runs wild.

thoughts of you, thoughts of me.

thoughts of you on me.

thoughts of you in me.

thoughts of you consuming me.

thoughts of what you do to me.


my body aches for your touch.

my hands itch for your ovation, 

your salutation as you gaze at my womanhood.

i think of your lips, soft, full, sexy.

the way you part them, purse them to draw me in.

my person cries out for your touch,

your caress, your wholeness.

Every inch of me screams for you.


I dream of what you will do to me.

Upon your return, when our eyes meet,

I will be like a lion gazing on its prey.

I have stalked you in my dreams, 

Chased you in my mind,

hunted you in my thoughts.


On your return, my body shall be dripping.

On your return my mouth shall be longing,

Longing to envelope your hardness, 

And swallow your evictions.

my person shall welcome you like The Palace of Versailles,

And like a soldier who has returned from war,

I shall salute you and say, "well done, come and take rest in me. 

Lay your head in my lap. drink from my fountain and regain strength." 

We shall ride the waves of ecstasy, 

joining bodies, fusing spirits, touching souls.

Climbing higher and higher into the realm of orgasmic thrill.   

And when we come down, we will do it all over again.


As I gaze at the stars, I count ahead.

Ahead to when all these dreams turn to reality.

As I await you, I prepare.

I prepare my temple to receive your offering.

I prepare my temple to receive your love.

As the time draws closer, excitement builds within.

I anticipate your return My Love. 

I await you.

 


Thursday, 20 September 2012

My Boaz

 Boaz, my Redeemer. The love that never fails.
My chest swells with pride, my heart with unending love.
In this realm of ours, our love stands the tests of life.
To breathe deeply is to know you're there,
To sleep at night, is to know you are in my dreams.
every moment apart is an experience I'd do without.
Come to me my darling, feed me with your endless presence!
I long for you to walk through the door, to feel your touch against mine.
But I know I must be patient, to dwell would be futile.
My temple doors are waiting, waiting for a moment of worship...

Monday, 14 November 2011

Upgrade


I move up a level in love, an upgrade of the heart.
Fixing the bugs, improving the software, taking out the kinks.
Installing the positivity and weeding out the threats
Scanning my mind at every opportunity, making sure my thinking is right.
Now I install my new software, the thoughts that wipe away the insecurities.
Like an operating system, I repair my chinks and flaunt my greatness.
Now the love within is unimpaired, free to believe your truths.
In this case, to bring down the firewall is to love with no inhibitions.
To love uninhibited is to accept who I am.
To accept who I am is to be free.
Now we live in a time and space, light-years away.
Like Apple, we develop our software of irresistibility.
We are moving at warp-speed into the future,
A place with continuous upgrades..



The Dance


I see you from across the room, swaying towards me.
That unmistakeable swagger is so undeniable.
We touch in the centre, our eyes meet.
To feel pulses race through skin, the tensions rise in the air.
You grab my by the waist and we start our journey.
From one point to another, slowly going through the motions.
We move in one accord, our bodies entwined.
The passion is built. The excitement, inevitable.
Through it all, we are absorbed, bodies stiff, never wavering.
Swooping, sashaying, lifts and turns; magical embraces at every turn.
Higher and higher we enter our cloud, reaching the crescendo.
Hitting that impact we come crashing down, the final play the best of all.

Sunday, 30 October 2011

Fake Living

I normally don't write like this but I felt the need to get this off my chest. It's a typical Sunday afternoon, sitting around with the children, watching a bit of TV, just relaxing. I then tune in to this new channel on DStv called TLC, a Discovery network channel. I had heard about this channel before, on various blogs and websites I go to, due to the shows that are featured on it. Basically, it is a channel dedicated to showing the crazy, wacky, real lives of the ordinary American in the reality TV format. Now, there are good shows on there, but the one that stuck out to me was Outrageous Kids Parties. These shows take the cake. I mean when you speak of the height of superficial living, trying to "keep up with the Joneses"  gives me the creeps (really). This particular episode, one mother was planning to throw her son a graduation party: from pre-school. This child was 5! She said "I want people to come to this party and say 'wow, my wedding was whack!'".  She then goes ahead to spend an obscene amount of money and says that it was all worth it. Another spent upwards of $36,000(!) on her daughter's birthday party, western carnival themed, complete with a $5000 swing set as a birthday present and said that if she could, she'll do it all over again. And we wonder why the US is broke? Most of them are greedy, fake people who think that quantity, and not quality, is what constitutes happiness. I may not be a grouch and pinch on every cent and refuse my child a birthday but I won't go out and spend the equivalent of 1 year's college fees just because I want to impress my friends and neighbours. How about you take the kid out to a nice place, give them a treat or at the most, in the house and have a fabulous time? Why raise a child's expectations? The birthday girl actually said " next year It will be bigger than this". Really? Money grows on trees? It must do for it to happen like this. That is just a poverty mentality and a lack of self-esteem.
 I watched a movie last night, The Joneses, how people take marketing to a whole new level and this company send out people as a pretend family unit, in order to influence their neighbour's spending and lifestyle. They had their houses stacked up with the latest gadgets, the best cars and finest jewellery, all sponsored by the company. A guy in the movie virtually sold his life in order to be able to compete on that level, even though he knew he couldn't afford it. In the end he eventually committed suicide. The need to conform or live outside our comfort zone doesn't just happen to Americans but everywhere else in the world today, that's why nations are broke and we have countries like Greece on the verge of bankruptcy.Why do we decide to live in the clouds, knowing one day we may have to face reality? We leave it off, convincing ourselves that what we want now is really  what we need until we see another shiny new plaything.
 The nature of covetousness is in our DNA, some just know how to control it better than others. The ability to "cut your coat according to your size" is now a thing of the past. I won't lie, I have had my fair share of greed and know the harm it can bring to you, because at the end of the day, when you really need the funds, say for your child's education, you would regret that spend of $36,000.  Just saying..

Saturday, 20 August 2011

Love Offerings


Thinking of what you do to me, the way you make me shiver,
Reminds me the sultry pleasures you bring to me every time.
Sinking into my crevice of joy and pleasure,
Entering my temple of peace and tranquillity,
To worship at the altar of love and sensuality.
Oh, come and drink of my fountain of corporeal lust,
Come and swim in the glorious waters of my juices.
How precious and wonderful is your sweet smelling offering.
Coming into my holy of holies to serve your feast of pleasure,
Placing yourself at the mercy of my inner crevices,
Willing the abundance of delight to bring you to the zenith of ecstasy.
Rest your head on the bosoms of serenity,
As I manipulate your body into rhythm with mine,
We ascend the heights of love and joy and together,
Until we reach the crescendo of our symphony and our music plays on.
I remember what you do to me and I smile.
Come to me my love and do it all over again!



Nigeria at 50: Breakthroughs and Challenges



50 is a long time in a person's life. By the time most people are 50, they've reached an acceptable level in their career, have the house, 2.5 children are in or about to enter university, belong to a prestigious club or society and are preparing for retirement. Some are even retired already. It's a time when a person can sit back and reflect on the first half-century of life, their paths and achievements and look forward to another half-century, God-willing.
But how do you measure a half-century in terms of a country? Do you base it on the achievements of the people? Or maybe how the government have fared over half a century? Do you look at the technological advancements the country has made or how far the economy has grown? Do you look at it in terms of its greatness (or lack of it) in the eyes of the world? Or do you look at the percentage of employed and alleviated people? All these are acceptable guidelines to measure the success of a nation. Depending on which is important, the people will use it to judge the success, or failure, of their nation over a half-century.
This year, almost half the nations in Africa are celebrating their half-century. Some have been planning these celebrations for over a year. These celebrations are to show how far they have come as nations and let their people be proud of whatever achievements that have been made during this period. One nation not showing such enthusiasm is Nigeria.
Nigeria is a nation that has been fraught with so many inconsistencies in its 50-year existence. Once known as the giant of Africa, Nigeria has shrunk into almost technological obscurity and has lagged in its leadership role in Africa. Years of military rule, rot and decay has taken its toll on the country. Tribalism, nepotism, unequal opportunities are rife in the country. The oil boom, which was thought to have been a blessing, is now a curse for the people of the Niger-Delta. The country has abandoned all other forms of revenue and now solely depends on oil. Corruption is now the order of the day, from the school child right to the very top of government. Infrastructures, schools, roads and transportation have been left to degenerate almost to a point of redundancy. Ethnic violence and militias in the Niger-Delta region are threatening to embark the country on another path to civil war.
But with all these negatives, the nation also has its positives. It is one of the fastest growing economies in the world and the third-largest in Africa. The creation of anti-graft agencies like the Economic and Financial Crimes Commission (EFCC) have helped to control the tide of corruption in the country, though some would argue that it is a tool used to bully the opposition by the government. Its relationship with developed nations has improved with the coming of democracy in the country. Some states in the Federation have taken up the task to help themselves thrive and improve on the quality of life in their various regions. Nigerians in the Diaspora are finally coming home to take advantage of the economic growth of the nation. Technological advancements are being made in the private sector and the spirit of entrepreneurship, the hallmark of every Nigerian, is being encouraged to thrive. Foreign investors are coming in to take advantage of the stable economy. All these things are building up the positive image of the country.
But with all these achievements and continued growth, why is the celebration of the country’s golden jubilee shrouded in secrecy? One would expect that with all the nation has been through, plans for these celebrations would be known to the people and what to expect. A lack of transparency, corruption in the awarding of tenders to handle the events, nepotism and misinformation are some reasons why. Nigeria has still not lost its garb of corruption and the prebendalism that reigns in government civil services, the legislature and the executive have shown that everyone plans to make money off the honest tax-payers of the country. Till date, the House of Representatives, the lower house of legislation, has refused to pass the Freedom of Information Act, which would give the ordinary man access to all forms of government documents. The government has no spirit of accountability and the people have no idea how the revenue is being appropriated. As it stands, no one outside the echelons of power know how the preparations are going. This year, the government is having a banquet in London, England to begin celebrations of the half-century. Where on the surface of the earth is it done? That a country would waste money in hosting a 2-day event abroad when the populace have no idea what exactly is going on? After the banquet in England, I can bet there would be another one in The United States before the government then lets the people know what exactly it is planning, probably a month to the event. Lackadaisical attitudes towards preparations for events have been the hallmark of Nigeria’s doings. The Olympic Games, The FIFA World Cup are only a few examples of how Nigeria leaves everything to the last minute and then suddenly jumps up 6 months to the affair to jumble up people together, spend money that is never accounted for and pray and hope we win medals. Countries who prepare for anything know exactly how much time and effort it takes to pull off a successful event.
It is very sad that a country, after being in the dark for so many years, have finally seen the light  but refuse to go anywhere near it. The 50 year, half-century celebrations should have been a time to show the world that Nigeria is changing, Nigeria has the ability to survive,  Nigeria has the ability to plan and host important and major events on its own. As it is, if the celebrations of a nation are shrouded in secrecy, what hope have we of being taken seriously by anyone in the developed world that we can stand on our own? Nigeria We Hail Thee.