Tag: MEMOIR / NARRATIVE NON-FICTION

A lovely tune played and she listened Out of the bloom and into the ears Ever soft subtle and sweet Carefree she was From the deserts and into the water falls Not a foe and not a friend For a friend is a cliché a communal acquaintance From a drop of hello to an ocean of words Meaningful and goofy words Of Laughter, fun, care, excitement Curiosity, secrets, revelations, amusements, trifling With no heart in consideration A minute missed seemed like tormenting days Intoxication replaced control No holds barred, no holding back ,and free It seemed like a historical chemistry Thru the season, the weather changed its course And the lovely summer can’t be diverse From winter or rain The crystal clear skies to a fog Thought the tune that played was a familiar one Till the lyrics and vibes change

Oh ! How I’ll love again to be eight, When my soul was free, Pure as snowflakes. I knew no hate, I didn’t have to struggle, I never had a part to play in life’s puzzles. How i miss waking up late, Running away from my mum in the winter rain. Covering every inch of my street, With my budding strength and my nimble feet. And going ahead to rule my neighborhood and conquer its fields. Though i fall ill and weak, Everyone loved me, I remember those endless sweets, Those cakes i never had to work to eat, Oh ! How i cried away my troubles, And went ahead to cause the neighbors trouble. How much i was loved, Though all the pains that i caused. I never knew despair or deceit, I never cried when i skinned my knees. I never had to worry about heartbreak,lies and deceit. I remember my only fear, Tha

In the webs of my past I roam imprisoned, Bound in chains of unbelief and unreason. In my inactions and inertia,trapped. Tormenting my soul,with its laughter crude, Pain rules,A warden brute. I will sing of this pain Like a titled mourner’s hymn, Even though in vain. I will curse its searing sting, That has thrust my beign Into willows of epileptic throes And crippling athritic woes. This pain gloats and grows, Though hard i try to drown it, In bottles of intoxicating spirits. Its venom like a strong tide flows, Spilling forth rivulets of insidious shings. ................... DO YOU LOVE TO READ AND WRITE POEMS, POETRY, FICTION, NOVEL EXCERPTS, ADVENTURE, THRILLER, SUSPENSE, SCI-FI, FUTURISTIC, HORROR AND SUPERNATURAL, NOVEL EXCERPTS, ROMANCE, MEMOIR / NARRATIVE NON-FICTION, SERIES, FANT

Life is like a game of chess You plan every move you make Life is like a beautiful dress It’s not all you see that you take Look closely, there’s a flicker of hope Necessity is what propels men to excellence Be firm, use it as a rope Tenacity is what preserves men in affluence Life is like a ball in motion You have it, play it well Life is a cat that causes tension It takes a brave rat to bell The battle of life is not for the fastest Neither is it for the wisest alone But sooner or later, the bravest Will beat the bait and get the gold. ................... DO YOU LOVE TO READ AND WRITE POEMS, POETRY, FICTION, NOVEL EXCERPTS, ADVENTURE, THRILLER, SUSPENSE, SCI-FI, FUTURISTIC, HORROR AND SUPERNATURAL, NOVEL EXCERPTS, ROMANCE, MEMOIR / NARRATIVE NON-FICTION, SERIES, FANTASY WHY DONT YOU JOI

…..i sometimes wish i was still the little cute pie girl i was years back,then life was much more simple and easy.with all the love attention nd care showerd on you and all you know is having friends eating candy chocolates icecreams nd stuff like that. Getting into adulthood is as hard as a rock because life gets complex by the day,things happen here and there,some you get to hear some you see and some even happen to you. I boast of managing to be an adult but its all bull-shit,i dont understand most of the things i see or do.,certain things get me wondering out of this world just by thinking of them. This life is much more than it seems to anyone.i used to believe that certain things only happen to certain people and certain things happen for a reason but no !!! things dont happen tha

I was a barman in one of the renowned clubs in Victoria Island. Serving drinks to men and women and smiling to please them, even when I shouldn’t, was my duty. I was a Youngman of nineteen, broad-shouldered, tall, with an afro that was always perfectly groomed. People said I looked dashing. I always tried to look my best. It boosted my tips, anyway. In my profession, we saw all kinds of people; the gropingly rich and the embarrassingly wealthy ones. You may be wondering why I referred to them as ‘embarrassingly wealthy’; this set of people could spend more than half a million box on liquor, but they would never tip. Occasionally, they would give you their cards which, most certainly, you would accept with both hands like golden eggs, but they hardly helped. However, I never got discouraged

To good I am, for the likes of you You think you will call my name, and I will swoon Lie your lie, my life I will carry out Even your truth is no substance to me Do as you say you do, and me would have no shame Carry on with yourself Leave me as whatever I choose me be You think you own my life that is not yours   Your words have no weight of water here Carry on as you would. I have. Come with your cry of passion saying I am your life Fool! I am a better woman than that. ............. DO YOU LOVE TO READ AND WRITE POEMS, POETRY, FICTION, NOVEL EXCERPTS, ADVENTURE, THRILLER, SUSPENSE, SCI-FI, FUTURISTIC, HORROR AND SUPERNATURAL, NOVEL EXCERPTS, ROMANCE, MEMOIR / NARRATIVE NON-FICTION, SERIES, FANTASY WHY DONT YOU JOIN US ON OUR GROWING WEBSITE HERE AND EXPLORE ...