
The Valentines Trilogy - 1
I sincerely do not know what love is Maybe it is the morning sweet walk on the sandy beach Or the lonely evening stroll on the busy side of the city Where muffed voices and…
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I sincerely do not know what love is Maybe it is the morning sweet walk on the sandy beach Or the lonely evening stroll on the busy side of the city Where muffed voices and…

I still have photos of you Making merry my gallery With the memories now rising like chaff Blown by the wind so rough I still have memories of you Lingering in my brain Poignant…

I fornicated With many that I couldn’t count I did drugs That weakened my body and clogged my mind On the streets I sang Of my greatness, my wealth and land But I realized that…
I play with you Same way a child plays with its toys I fully enjoy the new experience Trying to understand the complexities And new ways to explore you Sadly, I rough you up and…

I stand in the judgement of many Lawyers refuse my case as I have no penny Am accused of slander, theft, blasphemy and hate Despite me claiming to be a Christian Names are stamped…

My future seems bright Because the Lord is my light My tomorrow seems fine As I am walking in line Closely following his footsteps Ordered by Him But am afraid of the future The…

Sometimes I feel unloved Maybe segregated from the world Or abolished from life’s stream When I see the streams of posts Captioned on friends’ social stream I ponder on how…
Should I stop writing today, this story will run in my history as the greatest story I ever heard and wrote. This will be one crafted piece that I will keep reading all the days…

Lord, you promised my enemies That they will be my footstool You said you will go before me And make known to me the paths of life You said your light will shine before me And you…

My steps are ordered And my trouble powdered My feet are on this rock The same that I mocked My eyes are gazed on this way The same he carried my ill As I chanted with my fig And…
It hurts me when I see very talented fellows wasting away, accumulating dust on their God-greased gears making them immovable, paralyzed by mostly what is in their surrounding. An…
I was walking to my house late at night when I saw a middle-aged man tucking a young boy on a pavement along the street I live. This man was sitting on the floor, in deep ponder,…
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