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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I’ve just been inspired to talk about this by someone I sorta know personally (not sure she’ll be happy to know she drove me to write this). But imagine the worst scenario here folks, this is just bad, like real bad I mean; how can someone be able to simultaneously execute more than two things. Like are you for real?

Humans have begun to evolve,  and the results could just leave you awestruck. Watch this,  here I am watching this unfold, missus here is watching one of this South African tv series (for some reasons they never seem to have an end), while fully engrossed in this new found love, time comes for the meal,  guess what it is, Banku and Okro soup (equivalent to Eba and Okro soup), now this sorta food requires the highest level of commitment and trust me no kidding. You gotta be fully prepared before you go down that road.
Now she’s splits attention to both the tv and the very intricate meal, and while I’m at loss as to how she’ll successful pull this stunt off, she just did the impossible. Like darn,  she just did the freaking impossible, she asks for her phone, and I’m like wait, thinking what she’s about to pull off.


Now here’s the biggest stunt of the year, watching tv intently, eating a completely complicated and delicious meal and texting. She just did the OMG!
For this very reason I fear and respect girls, how the hell do y’all do this and still be able to strike a composed figure?
Every girl out there is a fine work of art, only the creator could pull such off. Hats off ladies.