Half Of Me

When I read this piece, I couldn’t help but ask Stephen to allow me copy. 

I hope you feel his emotions like I felt.

To you, yes, YOU!




When we was together

you thought you had all of me,

but half of me didn’t trust you

that half of me stayed free.


Now we are no longer together

one half of me has second sight,

and that half I now believe in

because that half of me was right.


So if you think my heart is breaking

because now we are apart,

you are sadly mistaken

because you only had half to start.


But I am a whole person

someone you will never know,

I kept half of me with me

your half you have let go.


So today I am a free man

and that’s how I plan to stay,

but if I meet the right person

your half I will give away.

Written by my good friend Stephen.


I just want to write

Sometimes I write

Yes sometimes i don’t even know why the heck I want to write

And most times I don’t even write

But when I write

It’s like a million feelings in one

Surging through my fingers

I don’t know if its because you might read it

I write hoping a few thousand would read it

Or a million

Maybe even a billion

Heck, the internet has got well over a billion curious minds

I just might resonate with them this time

Or maybe I just write because I want to complain

I want some stranger yonder to feel my pain

Sometimes I write, bustling with inspiration

I just might be useful to someone out there

I just might make someone reach deep into their inner self

And possibly discover strengths unknown they posses

Sometimes I write because I’m pained

And the only thing willing to listen to my ramblings has been always been a sheet of paper

Dare I say my smartphone, my PC

But she ain’t smart after all

She tells me to recharge

Battery low she screams

Till I can bear no more

When I play dumb, she goes into a sound sleep

She leaves me hanging just when I want to reveal my deepest thoughts or pain

Her maker obviously conspired to leave me with no one to trust but myself

I write when I’m filled with gossip

And not one trustworthy to share with

Sometimes I write and I trash

Too afraid of what you might find

Things so demeaning

About you, or maybe myself

You’d be too scared for humankind

I write because it’s a very lonely planet I live in

Too many false friendships

Too many failed hopes

I write because I’m selfish

And would only share with my book

I write because there no one willing to listen

They probably just want some new tale to discuss

I write because it’s become my solace

When everything seems awry

Most times I’m too lazy to write

But I really just want to write

In all these chaos 

I just want to write.

Lovers at war

This is dedicated to everyone who by some reason is at war with someone they love.

I hope you find joy once more and get your relationship rekindled.

What happened to the times before the anguish

All the laughter and play

Just before you became snobbish

You been spending time with the neighbours

They hate us I know

Our union has never been in their favour

They’ve filled your mind with every unnecessary evil

They told you all men are the same

You believed them, you deemed me the devil.
What happened to the times before the arguments

Days you’d rather spend with me, you spent listen to them

Their filthy lies they fed you

They just wanted you to be lonely like them

They wished for the life you had

Their wanton lives made wouldn’t allow it be

So they sought to destroy yours

How could we be so deeply in love they thought

They just wanted to drag you down to their level
What happened to the times when you started putting up attitudes

I should have loved you more

But I chose to die in solitude

I thought you needed space

Not knowing I left you to the wolves

You sought counsel from people with no life

I blame myself for not doing enough to protect you

I want us back

Life is miserable without you.

My Fault?

Is it my fault

That things haven’t worked out the wway we planned them to

Is it my fault

That I’ve not been paying child support

Is it my fault

That holding down a regular job is like hold water in a sieve

Is it my fault

That I still believe in earning a honest living

Is it my fault

That I wanted a better life for us both

Is it my fault

That you won’t stay loyal, and would rather Let them have you

Is it my fault

That we’re victims of this crippling economy

Is it my fault

That I try to be a man, despite your nagging

Is it my fault

That I gave up everything I stood for so I could be with you

Is it my fault

That I expect to be loved in the same vein as I do

Is it my fault

That I expect you to think I’ve not forgotten about you

Is it my fault

That this long distance is killing us and I’m working hard to change it

Is it my fault

Is it really my fault

My fault

Or yours

You tell me.

Mind your own womb

I never have related to something so deep as this in a minute, too often we mind other people’s businesses rather than ours, hurting and cutting them deep with our so called “concern”.

Nadirah Angail

pregnant bellySomewhere there is a woman: 30, no children. People ask her, “Still no kids?” Her response varies from day to day, but it usually includes forced smiles and restraint.

“Nope, not yet,” she says with a chuckle, muffling her frustration.

“Well, don’t wait forever. That clock is ticking, ya know,” the sage says before departing, happy with herself for imparting such erudite wisdom. The sage leaves. The woman holds her smile. Alone, she cries…

Cries because she’s been pregnant 4 times and miscarried every one. Cries because she started trying for a baby on her wedding night, and that was 5 years ago. Cries because her husband has an ex-wife and she has given him children. Cries because she wants desperately to try in vitro but can’t even afford the deposit. Cries because she’s done in vitro (multiple rounds) and still has no children. Cries because her best friend wouldn’t…

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Too unstable to be a parent huh?

Hey folks it’s been a minute I penned down something up here and I must say I’ve missed the feel. My absence should be pinned down on me trying to grasp the new phase of life I’m in, which is; ‘being a daddy’. Yes! I’m gonna be a daddy and that pretty soon.
With this now told, let’s get to why I’m really writing this column today.
After the news,  you know, ‘the news’, I was caught up between keeping and letting go, I bared all consequences and took the nine months journey (arguably the best decision I have ever made). It’s not been easy I must say,  and I think I owe my parents some apology, they really are super humans.
Now to the very first reason I came here to vent. So I was at a point where everything and everyone seemed not to be working, there was no job, no real friends, just me against the world. How I was going to survive the period with the extra responsibility, I couldn’t tell. But here I was, hell bent on making the most of my situation.

It’s been nine months and judging by the way things have been, I’m certain I didn’t do a bad job at being responsible contrary to what people thought (people just never stop underestimating), I was going to buck under the immense pressure that comes with pregnancy and being a first time father.
I handled whatever there was to be handled and didn’t run away from those I couldn’t, which alone should be the acid test that indicates my readiness and all.
To my absolute surprise and utter disgust, many young people with far more financial power and stable homes, have nothing to say but tell me how much hardship I’m about to plunge into and how draining (emotionally and all) it is to be a parent. But from what life has taught me in the last couple of months, I’ve learnt that no one is ever and entirely ready for this kind of things, and I’ve just been blessed to be able to take things one at a time.
It’s been challenging I must say, not for me alone, but for us, and our friends and families, but in all; I’ve learnt quickly what many have been too scared to attempt, and I’m a much more better man than I was nine months ago. I no longer can wait to clutch my boy in my arms.