Of fine and not so fine people

Everyone is fine

Uniquely or obviously

Outwardly or inwardly

Recognize your type therefore

And stick to it

 

No need to put the other down

No need to strive to be like the other

If you an obvious

Be obvious

If an underneath

Shine from beneath

If a blend

Then blend nicely

No need to front

No need to evade

Just do you and let live

 

Guard your fine

Let no man thread upon it

Be no thread against another

Be fine in peace

And let love lead the way

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To humans that freely give

When you locate one

Locate the other

Or is it not free giving anymore?

Is there something else?

Do you want something in return?

 

Why buy her a car for nothing and not her neighbor?

Or were you led by the spirit?

And which spirit exactly?

Only leading to the same person at all times?

 

If it is free

Make it accessible by all

Share it randomly

 

If it is not

Be true to yourself

And state it as it is

 

In a world of so much hardship

Free gifts are mostly welcome

And very much appreciated

With many blessings in return

 

If you therefore have good means and a lot of money

Bless others with it

And you’ll be blessed in return

But don’t use it as a cover for mischief

 

 

 

To the boys and girls that won’t let go

Sticking up doesn’t always produce desired results

Letting go may be more beneficial

More excellent

And more spiritual

 

If he says no

If she says no

Let go

If she returns…

If he returns…

Beautiful

But don’t waste your time

And do not make them look bad

For not answering the way you’d have loved

Do not guilt trip

 

You do not want to be managed after all

You want to be loved

You deserve love

Why not give love a chance

Pushing and prodding one who isn’t interested will rob you of the love you so desire

It will stress you and effect damages

 

 

From Eko Towers

The white expatriate with red scalp

And very soft looking

Very scanty black hair

That wouldn’t look my way

Was he afraid

Did I stare a little too hard

I still admired away

The beauty of our differences

 

The entrepreneur expatriate

Quite studious

Laptop open

Cup of coffee at hand

Or was that tea

Sitting on a table somewhat away

From the noise and the bustle

Scrolling away on his phone

Teaching me to work hard

 

The swimmer expatriate

In the pool

In the rain

In the cold

This must be a different kind of summer

In a way I am yet to experience

 

The cook

The butler

The steward

Domestic whites

Expatriates as well

Such an interesting world

 

The non expatriates

The Nigerians

The staff

The visitors

Alike in body

Different in soul

Some pleasant

Others not

 

The sole fish meal

The best in the pack

Took my soul away

And made me promise

To find a way to eat it as much as I can

 

Love is serious… love is not sex

SEX IS…

 

sex is pure

it is ecstacy

it is enjoyable and worthy of longing

it’s easier to stop before you start

and can hardly stop once started

it has no greater words to define it

than just sex

 

it is what it is

it entails a lot

it justifies itself whether in

the beginning, the middle or the end

it’s easier done than said

nothing else like it

nothing else to express it

 

whether between the opposite sex

or between the same sex

or even alone with yourself

it sure has its effects

joyful or sadenning

ecstasy or plain guilt

depending on you

 

it’s best kept sacred

as sacred as holy

best between two people

that have become one

  • a blessing of oneness

unless so

it is never fulfilling

 

it  can never be casual

no matter how hard we try

to pretend otherwise

once after the act

you feel fulfilment when done in the right

or disaster when done in the wrong

 

it is so and shall remain so

it was before us

and will remain after us

we should hence play by the rules

‘keep it sacred and holy’

‘let it be joyful and glorious’

it is for the married

 

the fall, the despair, the anger

that arise after done in the wrong

the guilt, the distrust, the evil

that can never go away from

sex done in the wrong

can only go away when sex’s done in the right

with the right person at the right time

 

it is said

the word so sacred

the deed so pure

the act so misused

can mar you or bless you

depending on your chouice

mine is sure, ‘leaving it as it should be’