…HER DO I LOVE

Have you seen her

The one for whom I’ve been searching?

The one for whom I have trekked miles?

Have walked miles with my only source of light fireflies

That one for whom I have climbed countless mountains

And my only source of water, fountains

She for whom I have sojourned

But alas I find her not no matter how many times i turn

And how many kilometres I run

For whom I would gladly return dust to dust

Where ashes to ashes is not a curse

For in this life only two of her exists

My mother and her for whom I persist

For only both could I die for

And even in death I’d love her more

Her description goes thus:

Eyes as bright as the lens of the midday sun

And for them my vices and resistance burn

Her voice a choir of sirens and this cools down my soul

A touch softer than a million thread counts

With skin smoother than oil

Her legs as long and slender as that of the ostrich

Of a truth, she was the reason God rested on the 7th day

By Jove her beauty is “inwordibly” to say Continue reading

JOZI’S ….

I recently discovered a part of me that i hardly get in touch with,heck i had very little idea it existed. I am talking about the  part of the human brain that makes us feel jealous. I am not the jealous envious type i despise it but i did feel jealous very recently . it is of course about a girl and that’s  where it becomes strange. the girl in question, let’s call her X, isn’t my gf i don’t have a crush on her. In many ways though we are connected. about 6 yrs back we reconnected and trust me i had no idea we wuld be this close i have feelings for her like no other not the bf i wanna “chike” u, sleep with you (dats up 4 debate tho) kind of feelings just an unnatural feeling towards this girl it supercedes most. trust me it’s scary. I’ve been there for her and she’s been  4 me through thick n thin, support, advice,.. she’s kinda my conscience in many ways. before i do something stupid, i ask her opinion which i mostly take. she tells me my right and wrong, she makes me understand and show emotions to things I am very bad with. I am like the most emotional sociopath you’ll ever know if  you find a way to connect emotionally to a sociopath that is.which brings me to the jealousy ish . i mostly know who she’s screwing, who she’s in love with, who she hates…. whom she lost her virginity to, most of her bfs need to have my blessing before she goes ahead with them. It’s like we are soul partners in a way. so quite surprisingly very recently she told me she was screwing sum1 and it hit a cord with me . i was shell shocked to say the least. Don’t get it twisted i didn’t suddenly develop feelings for her or want to date her etc etc but it did hit me. i don’t know why but  it felt different for me. here is sum1 i actually encourage to have sex which she does and i feel nothing but something felt different. i tried to process why i suddenly felt this way, exploring all possible options as to why, including if i wanted her to be my gf etc etc but it wasn’t any of that. i finally figured it out. this was the most vocal she had been about any of her exploits, she was not only enjoying this, she just wasn’t getting enough, it was like she had found some brand new way of mixing crack that made it different from everything out there she was into it and that’s why i was feeling the way i did. I was happy 4 her but i wished i was the 1 having this kind of happy sex, where i coudn’t get eonugh and just wanted to keep going. not  that i get bored having sex, especially if its on a constant basis, I’m a freak. I’ll do just about anything in bed. I am kinky(no judging) but yet sex gets boring after a while and I’d pretty much just want to be alone with no hassles from the opposite sex. i really like my quiet. there you have it. I don’t know if I am finding excuses or just jealous… you be the judge.

A CUP OF KINDNESS

Give me a cup of kindness yet

In this scorching heat, give me a drink

When my chips are down, and luck’s away

Let not my frown, push thee away

Give me a cup of kindness yet

The world’s unfair, my bones are bare

Don’t show pity, show me some love

Your pretty smile, might be enough

Give me a cup of kindness yet

Drink to my health, drink from my wealth

I own nothing but me my dear

If I can hope, I shall not fear

Give me a cup of kindness yet

Give me a sip, give me a sniff

I’m lost in memories and bliss

I’m 5 loaves of bread and two fishes

Give me a cup of kindness yet

Don’t you cry, if today I died

For while on earth,you were so kind

From a penny, you gave a pound

Anywhere I am, I’ll never forget

Of how you have always been a friend

Give me a cup of kindness yet

Let me believe, there’s God on earth.

CHIADIKA IFEANYI

je suis charlie

To whom it may concern

You stole the beauty of breath

You kill to teach, we live and learn

the pen is mightier than the sword

break us at will, we shall not bend

 

To whom it may concern

veiled in iniquity and covered in blood

you Shame the very beliefs you should stand for

Allahu akbar” God is Great

you created Martyrs when you should defend your faith

 

Where is Holiness without humanity?

Are you too blind to see

the loveliness in our Differences

Be you and let us be!

 

all around the world we raised our pens

to defend our freedom and fight for peace

You have your bullets, We have more ink

Our words would outlive your terror tricks

 

 

To whom it may concern

don’t be ignorantly misled

to think that all is right

If nothing is done when all’s been  said

 

(R.I.P   Charb, Cabu, Honoré, Tignous ,Wolinski, Bernard Maris and all those who lost their lives to the terror on january 7th,2015 just for their beliefs)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!! (GIVE ME A MOMENT)

Give me a moment to love

this angel that fell to me

That loved me so then let me go

But kept my heart Forever in love

Give me a moment of peace
As stray bullets leaves the wrong ones dead
As killers kill d innocent at will
& those who guard are those who steal

Give me a moment to laugh
at the sorrows and pains of yesterday
The challenges life throws our way
Lost in the joys that’s lost in the world

Give me a moment to dance
With my Mother as her hair turns grey
Let my father and his grand kids play
Before death knocks or stakes a claim

Give me a moment to Live
To laugh, to learn to love and give
To shed tears of happiness at the least
To meet beauty, and be her beast

Give me a fairytale every moment of it
Let me live happily ever after and not have enough of it
While sorrows huffs and puffs and bluffs
And pain to memory submit

CHIADIKA IFEANYI

Today 6th january being my birthday, I”m thankful to God and every single one who’s been there when i needed it, special shout outs to my parents, my family, friends, chaucerxoxo, rumpelstillskin, bango, helios, jtcombs, jozi, stunner a.k.a level 3, akwuji, vinci, my classmates from way back and course mates, diamond, fellow bloggers who”ve helped me grow. anyone and everyone whose ever read a post here. i am grateful and i cant stress how much i love you. say a prayer for a brother and have a splendid day. peaace!!!!!!!!!!  

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A SLAVE TO LOVE

Turning restlessly on his bed trying to get some sleep, Treyvon realised he can’t, he works a high stress job but it’s nothing compared to how he feels about her, she’s his world, he’s lost in everything she does. Lust, compassion, jealousy, hate, kindness, affection, he can’t control any of it, all he wants is  Esperanza,the sound of her name to his ears, how it rolled out her tongue the very first day they met, his life is incomplete without her. She’s his world, he’ll give anything to have her right now. Physically, emotionally, carnally, that’s when it hits him he’s a slave to love. He has been thinking “what can I do to make it better, how much more can I do to impress her, what do I have to give up, what if she leaves or feels I’m not good enough for her or maybe I’m too good for her… what if!”

He recalls nights they’ve shared, his body against hers, her head on his chest, no space in between just deep breaths and sweet long deep kisses. So deep, so satisfying, so fulfilling, it’s passion at its fullest, and her breasts nudged against his chest. He remembers how they feel, how soft and comfortable those D-cups are, he remembers having it in his mouth, slushing all over it, he recalls her moans and the immense pleasure racing through his veins. He tries to control himself from getting lost but he already is, he’s a slave to love. Wow! he thinks, I miss her, I need her right now, I’d give anything for her to be in my arms right now.

He recalls how she whispers in his ears, nibbling carefully and playfully on his ears, it was raw pleasure sending shivers down his spine. He recalls kissing her inner thighs, slumbering down those big inner thighs, there was no place he would rather be. He remembers how wet she gets and how her body shivers to his every touch, he remembers going down on her, how warm it feels, it’s like the best slimy “gellish” thing he had tasted, she tastes like a delicate mix of exquisite Spanish cream, vanilla ice cream, a dash of ginger, it was truly beautiful. Her moans made him want to work her, pleasing her was all that mattered, she was his life. how he had made her clit so hard and red, playing with it for much longer would probably lead her to the “mountain”,how he gets so hard from having the time of his life with the woman of his life, on that very first night, he thought to himself how hasn’t he already climaxed, no time for thinking though he needed to go to that special place and take her with him. Finally, he mustered the strength and slid it in, she gave a gasp as she felt the length of him in her, it was ecstatic. he filled every inch of her. Slowly and gently with rhythm he went back and forth it was like a gymnast doing his routine but he was no gymnast he was just inspired by a woman, this woman, his woman! He was a slave in love.

He recalls how it lasted only a short while but it was more about the journey and he was satisfied how the journey had gone and he felt she wasn’t dissatisfied either. It was for her like being to Paris, seeing that shoe you always dreamed about with the dress and hand bag to match all of this completely free and given to you by someone who cares about you it was the ultimate feeling of pleasure it was wonderful well at least, that’s what she told him or he thought he heard. He recalls them lying naked, talking about stuff and laughing for hours both too tired to get out of bed. it had been a great night and nothing seemed more important than being in each other’s arms or so he thought.

Now here he was without her, all by himself, it tortured him to think about it but he had no choice he was in love. Where could she have gone where could she be? why hasn’t she sought him out? he began to fear the worst, what had happened to his woman? he couldn’t fathom being without her. it was the worst thing ever. He was sure he couldn’t bear it but she was out there somewhere, he could feel it. Maybe she needs rescuing, Maybe she has someone else, Maybe her phone would ring, Maybe… just Maybe he’ll wake up and this would all be a nightmare and she’ll be lying right next to him, her mouth slightly ajar breathing softly into his chest,,,, his phone beeps to bring him back to the present. it’s not her but there’s news… it’s not bad news but it isn’t good either…

Tune in for part 2😁

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HOPING I STAY

Lifes’ uncertainty is crushing in
I’m loosing my path,
Motivated by want for plenty
But procrastination won’t help me start

The good things are beautiful to behold
In silence, fantasies and dreams are stirred
It’s no more enough being a source of comfort in the cold,
Responsibilities are starting to unfold

I’ve lost my way, blinded by lust
Jealousy has a bounty on my love
Ambition is all I desire, how badly I need that flame to burn
But it seems the world’s too cold where i belong

I pray it gets better, hope I get best
Pray It’ll pass and maybe i’ll stay blessed
I’m scared of tomorrow, I’m skipping today
I don’t know where it leads but I’m hoping ‘I stay’

THE DREAMER AND THE MERMAID

I grew grey as a blossom of the Judas tree   at the sight before me

My blood ice cold, my thoughts no longer my own

Her hair was as a wet fleece of gold,

And each separate strand as a thread of fine gold in a cup of glass.

Her body was as white ivory, and her tail was of silver and pearl.

and the green weeds of the sea coiled round it;

and like sea-shells were her ears, and her lips were like sea-coral.

The cold waves dashed over her cold breasts, and the salt glistened upon her eyelid

Her lips, oh her lips.. redder than a thousand blooming rose

I swear her green eyes has lain my soul captive

Hapless to know of her terror, helpless at the beauty of perfection

Slowly her mouth opens, she speaks but I can’t hear a word

For I am lost in those eyes, those green emeralds staring into mine

I wade into the shallow ends, hoping the closer; I’ll get to hear what she has to say

She urges me on with her hands, her mouth moving soundless; I’m drawn to her transfixed

I can’t move a muscle but I can feel the water rising over my waist

The cold feeling quelling my erection, “I’m doomed” I think as I drift closer

But I can hear her voice now, a sonorous voice it is

Angelic and sounding like a whole choir of sirens, no words but I can hear her voice

She urges me on, the water rises to my shoulders just when I realize I can’t swim

Still… those green eyes, those red lips, her breasts

Everything now seen in all its definition in the clear waters

I feel an erection again, my thoughts the opposite of the waters I’m wading through

I can’t remember how I got here, why I got here, what I want here, WHY I’M I HERE?

She goes under, swimming gracefully towards me, circling me

I feel ashamed and hope she doesn’t look too closely and see the wood I’m carrying between my legs

She resurfaces behind me, I can feel her cold breath, i turn to her, she’s closer than I thought

I’m breathless but I can smell her now, she smells of winter, a scented strawberry winter

She pulls me closer to herself, pushing herself into me, I feel her breast,

Her waist and the slippery scales of her tail…her wet hands around my neck

“kiss me” she says, “kiss me and I’ll be yours forever”

“holy hell” I think to myself, I lean close, chest to chest, erection to scales, lips hesitating

Just when I am about to kiss her, to find a relieve from this tortured dream (what else can it be)

Eyes closed and all, hoping to every deity I don’t wake up

I feel it, it’s warm, it’s running down my neck, down my chest “IT’S BLOOD”

She’s biting my neck, bleeding me dry but yet I’m ecstatic, it’s blissful, it’s peaceful

She raises her blood stained lips to mine…what a deep kiss

The electricity of her lips sends shivers down my spine,  her lips ignites my heart

Finally I can feel it beat, I feel so alive even though my blood is draining out of me

The water slowly turning red with my blood, and for the first time I feel unafraid

I want more now, I want her more than ever, I want inside her, I would die for her

“be careful what you wish” she says to me, looking at me… those green eyes now sky blue

Reflecting the moon and the stars.. by Jupiter I swear I can see the celestial bodies clearly in those eyes

She drags me under, kissing me again more passionately, more fiercely, too fierce I think

I feel my blood, the salty taste on her lips

I’m only human and perfection has never been our strong suit but for her I would be perfect

Been searching all smy life for a feeling like this, to hold someone and feel like this

Then it hit me, I feel the air running out of my lungs

Water rushing into them, my lungs burning

I try to push her away, she pulls me deeper swimming for the depths

Lips glued to mine, I see death in her bloodshot eyes

It’s funny how in death, I’m not ready to die

C.IFEANYI

SHALL I?

Shall I put these feelings into words?

Shall I have a moment of grief,

Day after day I’m lost in thoughts

Of when I shall lay in peace

Shall I put these feelings into words?

Shall I refrain from bliss?

A germ of love shimmers in my heart

So pure it’ll blossom in paradise

Shall I put your feelings into words?

Shall thou acquiesce a kiss?

A bed of rose, a pillow of thorns

Still I’ll be your humble prince

Shall I put these feelings into words?

Shall I speak from my heart?

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust”

Whence love has played her part

Shall I put my feelings into words?

Shall I let my epitaph speak?

A hymn, a verse something better than words

That’ll immortalize “rest in peace”

Shall I put these feelings into words?

Would I ever be heard?

Words are  immortal seeds

That’ll live on when i am dead

CHIADIKA IFEANYI

A VIRTUOUS WOMAN

here

Life is not worth living
If there is nothing to live for
To carter, matter and care for
To keep, preserve and protect
As God remains a watch over her

A “her” who values, gets and retains value
Influences her generation with love and with kindness regards her lover
Who trusts without limitations
Loyalty and faithfulness her Armour
Opens her mouth with wisdom
Understands change, time and seasons
And wears strength and honour

She works willingly with her hands
Obedience is her neighbour
Masters and manages her emotions
Acknowledges her creator
And nags not

Truly,really,verily
A virtuous woman she is
Someone to cherish and adore
To admire and love
To respect and live for

Woman, an honest and unique creature
Fashioned indirectly as head of the home
To take the blames of the family
To carry its sorrows and pains
But is still the source of happiness

Thanks be to God almighty
For making such a Woman
An immovable mountain
An unshakable pole
A virtuous woman indeed.

Well, some might argue that there are no more virtuous women in this generation, they have their views and are free to express it. But for the very few virtuous women out there, and those who wish to be. I duff my hat to you. For those lucky ones that have them as mothers, friends, girlfriends, aunts, sisters, Wives, daughters, etc appreciate them, they are a dying breed.  The rest of y’all that wanna stay bitches? Cheap, unfaithful, jumping form one dick to another every fortnight, we still love you nonetheless but remember Malachi 12:12 “this things ye do, E good? “  =D

PS : share to every virtuous girl/woman you know and the other 3/4 (not using d “B” word again) I’m not judging but we know them… And for those of you that went to your bible to look for Malachi 12:12 and didn’t see it, well, shame on you! Na 4 chapters dey there.  PSYCH!

A special “blog out” to my Mum, Gloria U, Mummy punkus, Mama Dacobango, Diamond, and every strong girl/woman whose virtue inspired this write up. No one’s perfect but y’all have been a great Muse.

A guy called ALPHA!!