A page from 2009

Tick...tock..tick....so the clock goes. In a few more hours, 2009 will run out and 2010 will come in. Just as we prepare for the new year, Maybe we should just sit and ponder for a minute. What has this year brought to you that is worthy of note? What has happened over the course of this year? Remember the things that made you sad, smile, laugh, cry, angry ...........

Whether the occurrence be good or bad, it's now in the past. The only evidence to show for it is where you are now and who you have become.

In every circumstance, there is a lesson to be learnt. To act upon that lesson, you need a plan. So what your strategy for the New year?

I have learnt that dreams come true as long as you can believe. I hope your 2010 is full of surprises, May it be packed with great things!!

This is your time to SHINE..Have a fantastic New year!!!!!

© The poets voice~~~ December 2009, All rights reserved.

The Christmas bells...

It's so weird how only few days ago, the year 2009 was born. Like a seed planted in fertile soil, it started to grow shoots and the roots pushed down further into the ground. the flowers started to bud and the leaves became bright green, enriched with colour.

But slowly the year comes to a close and new one is ahead. It makes one stop. think. ponder for a while...What has been achieved? what still has to be accomplished? What were my happy moments and what didn't go so well?

The Most important question though is to ask, What can be improved on in the new year?

When we stop trying, everything stands still...and the world goes by while we stand and watch.

Christmas is around the corner..Get in that joyful mood. Celebrate the friends and family that you have. Family can be annoying but there is no doubt that they are a shoulder to lean on, to cry on and when it seems all hope is lost, to fall on!

Friends are never quite so predictable, there are some amazing ones and some that are just constantly digging holes in your heart. But then again the amazing ones can once in a while switch to the 'bad' side. It all depends on the pressures and circumstances they are faced with. Nevertheless, the support and warmth of a true & loyal friend is worth a lot!

Christmas is a time of peace, to be joyful with the ones you love. It is a time to share each others happiness and be thankful. Look over the past year and be thankful to God for what he's brought you through.

The storms have subsided, it's time for peace.....have a wonderful Christmas and an extravagant new year! (i know it's a bit early on in December to do Christmas wishes.lol)

© The poets voice~~~ December 2009, All rights reserved.

The relationship syndrome

Just sometime this year, that nasty pandemic hit the world. the symptoms were evident: fever, temperature, sore throat, cough and then the big scare was death! You guess it, Swine Flu!

And now I see symptoms for another budding issue: every where people are in two's, holding hands and all that: suddenly it's a world filled with mass dating!!

Ok, the scare about this is that children from about age 10 have caught this syndrome too!!
I'm pretty sure they don't even know what a relationship is.

So I ask you all, in your various individual opinions,

• what is the minimum age limit for one to go into a relationship?



• what should be involved in a relationship?



• Does a relationship need to have a purpose before it is started? e.g marriage



• how do you decide who is right for you and who is isn't?



• how does one tackle the issue of : guy likes girl but girl wants friendship and vice versa



• Is 'single-ness' going out of fashion?

Your opinions, comments and ideas are all valued!! would love to hear from you all..

© The poets voice~~~ November 2009, All rights reserved.

Blocks and patterns

We adopt a lot of patterns as we go on in Life. Patterns make life predictable and predictability means we are not out of our comfort zones.

This could be good but it invariably makes life Boring!

The reason being hat when we are in our comfort zones,we feel everything is OK. We know what is going to happen and nothing is going to surprise us. In a sense, we are prepared.

Why take the excitement out of life?

Is it worth trading predictions for the uncertainty that accompanies a risk?

A pattern is good because that gives your life a structure on a daily basis but should we be run by this pattern or should there be some flexibility to adapt this pattern to change?

How is life for you? Is it a block; constantly you're running from one end to the other?

or is it a bit of a nebulous shape?

*some psychology to think about*

Have a swell weekend guys! lots of love.xx

© The poets voice~~~ October 2009, All rights reserved.

New medic on the block!

Please pardon me for my very long absence from blogsville.....I have started university now and It's a new exciting experience for me, especially as I am studying medicine!!

My freshers week has been fun; been networking and I have met a lot of people - some I know their names and others I don't (but I'm getting there)..

It's a new City but I already know my way around pretty much. I thank God that I settled in really quickly.

Looking back on the journey of the last two years...it's been long and tough but I made it!
I've made some great friends already and I'll see where life takes me from here..


NB: A thing is only known as 'impossible' until someone does it! You can be that person..



© The poets voice~~~ September 2009, All rights reserved.

On this day....

It's my birthday today!!

It's been an interesting journey so far...I thank God above all, for everything...my family, friends and LIFE!

I wrote a poem to mark this special day,please check it out here: http://www.poemspeaks.blogspot.com/

© The poets voice~~~ September 2009, All rights reserved.

I Rant...

I am not the loudest of people or the most extroverted..all my life, I've been the quiet one, the friend always there to help (but not extroverted and certainly not a geek!) and....my outgoing, loud self only comes out when i hear music that makes me 'break it down'....i love sounds that make me dance. Okay so i am very focused and when its time for book, i sit there and do the deed..it's not cos i like it, i just want to get it done and out of the way.

I don't do a lot either, actually there are peaks in my life where it's one adventure after the other but there are also dry spell which can last long...i mean looooooooooooong!

I'm wondering why all of a sudden, my friends are trying to make me feel like I'm one old woman with no life....so what if i I'm not found in the club 7 days a week, and does it matter that I don't down Malibu, vodka, moet, champagne like the rest of them? I simply hate people being drunk and if you say leisurely drinking..well i don't do that either, it's just not me.

In addition, alcohol doesn't taste sweet..vodka especially tastes vile!well Malibu is alright...

My life is just different. I know have to have fun

going back to geekiness...people mistake my focus and determination to succeed as being too 'book-headed' (i made up that word).

And then going back to dry spells....as in you know now, it takes money to have fun..and in this crunch season mehn!..It is well with my pocket, purse and bank account!

I am a simple, quiet honest person and I love what I do..I write, i sing, i dance and i looooovvvee music. I love meeting new people and I always come across as quite pleasant and easy-going..

The only time I think I'm weird is when I'm on the phone...I hold back a lot, I don't really talk about ME..i find it really hard!

Okay and on the phone I usually let the other person talk and it ends up being all about them,,i just laugh shyly and listen through out. So even when i get asked opinions or deep stuff about me...i get so tongue-tied that i don't know what in the world to say!

At this age, i should know where i stand right? I should have definite opinions on matters in life but I don't know whats wrong with me.

I express myself in written word more than by spoken word.

I apologise but i have to rant on..hehe

This summer has probably been the worst. I don't have anything to write about, I have a writer's block and I don't just seem to care about anything..I just don't care seriously..it's crazy!!

Where did i forget myself? what happened to me?

See me see trouble o....okay yesterday I called my friend V 'cos he's been ill and I wanted to check on him. we talked for a long time and then randomly we started talking about life and what we hope to achieve.

V: what are your distractions?

me: erm..uhm...i don't know....i don't think i have any...

V:u don't know?

me: i guess it's people

V: in what way?

me: erm...

As in when i dropped the phone, i kept thinking..what just happened? what is wrong with me? can't i talk? but to be honest I've never asked myself if i have a distraction ..

Of course, there's the occasional distraction...If i meet a hawt, intelligent young man of course I'm distracted but it's only for a few minutes.

I do go out of my way to please people and so yeah people are a distraction because if I'm focused on something but someone needs help..i try to help them!

So 10 random things about me:

1. I have serious love and a deep connection to my African roots


2. My feet are always cold


3. I can be funny and super-hyper at times


4. I love the american accent


5. I love the Soweto gospel choir and Ladysmith Black mambazo


6. My fav Naija artists include M.I, Asa, Omawunmi,


7. I laugh a lot


8. I have a winning smile! :)


9. My imagination is crazily wild and it's limit are yet to be determined


10. I'm beautiful.

Okay I think I'm done,, this is my random rant of the week...I apologise for the length.

Have a fabulous week bloggers!! x

© The poets voice~~~ August 2009, All rights reserved.

Laughing at the storm

short story

Nelly entered her house after a hard night's job. The slam of the door reverberated off the walls. The house she knew too well was cold and empty, mirroring how she felt inside. She threw the keys on the green worn-out couch behind the sitting room window. The view from that window was beautiful, the white petals of the spring daisies blended with the red of the roses. The splash of colour outside that window contrasted with the dull, thick gloom in the house.

She strolled into the kitchen and put the kettle on. After five minutes, the water bubbled vivaciously.Nelly smiled remembering the energy that her youngest brother had when he was around. She missed her family, her heart ached for togetherness. Few years ago, everyone was together but for some undefined reasons the family had to split. In this depression things had become even harder that the family just couldn't be together.

The phone rang just as she finished having breakfast. She was reluctant to pick up the call because the number was rather strange to her.

"hello", she started slowly

"Nelly my dear, how are you?" the caller asked

"Mummy!! you scared me. I was wondering who was calling with this number. Mum good morning, how are you?" Nelly asked happily and with relief. It was nice to hear a friendly familiar voice once in a while.

"I'm fine dear.Everyone here is fine. how is Josiah? " her mum asked with an expectancy of good news

"Mum, you know your son.He knows how to take care of himself. He is doing fine, I saw him yesterday" Nelly laughed to conceal the pain she really felt inside. Her brother Josiah was really sad about the other half of the family being in a different country. When he talked about how much he missed his other brothers, It always brought tears to Nelly's eyes.

"So mum, when are you coming?"Nelly asked finally

There was absolute silence on the phone for what seemed like hours.Nelly understood what that meant. Her mother was believing God for the finance so they could come over.

Nelly worked shifts in an old factory and she got paid meagre amounts. What she earned in a month was not even enough to pay for bills,rent and to also survive on. Josiah on the other hand was a student at the university of Huddersfield. He worked part-time to try and pay his way through school.

Their dad was currently jobless and mum worked as much as she could to support the other two kids as well as her husband. Life was tough.The economic meltdown was melting their family away and they tried their hardest to fight back. How long could they hold on for? Well only time could tell.

After a long time of thought, Mrs Bassey finally found the courage to say "I don't know when we'll come but I know we will.Don't worry dear, the time is coming when we will laugh at the storm! take care love. bye"

Nelly replaced the handset in its holder and was left with that feeling of emptiness once more.

She looked around and realised that she missed love and family. The things that made her happy definitely did not stay in that house.

© The poets voice~~~ July 2009, All rights reserved.

If I knew

In this 21st century, the word BUSY has become an all important word in our dictionary..There's no time for someone else other than 'me, myself and I'. The other day, I was at the checkout in a local supermarket and the man in front of me- old, very smiley and friendly- just reached out into my trolley and started unloading some of my items onto the counter. And as he did so, he told me that the problem with our world today is that everyone has decided to go it alone...there's total independence, no one needs any one else and we just want it to be about us all the time.
I heard this saying which changed the way I thought about life: " if you want to go fast, go alone but if you want to go far, you need to go with somebody else"

We need to let those we love know NOW and we need to support our friends. A smile to a passer-by could do a lot..

Here's a poem titled: If I knew

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If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more

If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say 'I love you,'
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can just let this one slip away.

For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.

There will always be another day
to say 'I love you,'
And certainly there's another chance
to say our 'Anything I can do?'

But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,

That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear

Take time to say 'I'm sorry,
''Please forgive me, thank you,' or 'It's okay.'
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.

-Anonymous





© The poets voice~~~ June 2009, All rights reserved.

O mother, O daughter!

I don't remember how it goes this huge or how I came to this point. I'm sitting here, on my way to Kay's graduation and opposite me is a woman I once knew and loved.My well of tears has never ran dry since we became strangers..it's too bad to be true. I guess it all started with an argument, we exchanged some pretty bad words. We made up but we argued again and again and again.
"I don't have to tolerate this behaviour from you, after all I can adopt other children. Do you know How old I am? I gave birth to you, you know and if you think after 9 months of carrying you, you can throw it back in my face...just wait till you have your own children!!!!" she yelled at me with anger and frustration.
And I guess this time I really blew it. I am a good person..I really am, and I don't have a problem with apologising to anyone apart from my parents of course.I just find it extremely strange baring out my feelings before them.Sometimes, I think it's a bit of pride and at other times I just don't know; I'm weird like that.
We tend to mis-understand each other a lot, even though we've become the best of friends. I realise that unconsciously, I do hit her where it hurts but it's not intentional.And that's when the fight happens usually because she thinks I did it on purpose.
And I know I try to forgive her.I really pray about it but I keep remembering the words she said to me that tore me to pieces.
........and I just couldn't take it anymore, the last argument was the final straw.I did apologise after but she wouldn't accept it. She began treating me like an outsider; an alien. I didn't know what to do or say to restore the jovial relationship.We avoided each other and I was only happy when I was not at home....we drifted.....we were isolated...and we became two randomers.....
It has been ridiculously hard without her, not only is she my mother..she is my friend! and I really miss the support her friendship provided.This widening gap is like a hole in my heart....

As the bus jolts to a stop, I am relieved of my thoughts and once more I embrace reality. I cannot undo the past but I can use my lesson to better the future.

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This is Fiction and the characters are totally made up!

© The poets voice~~~ June 2009, All rights reserved.

Okotie in the House

Please do not blame o! I just had to post this up, I received it in an email and I couldn't help Laughing..Hope you all have a wonderful week!!



NORMAL PERSON: People who live in glass houses should not throw stones.
Chris Okotie: Individuals who make their abodes in vitreous edifices would be advised to refrain from catapulting perilous projectiles.
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NORMAL PERSON : Twinkle, twinkle, little star
Chris Okotie: Scintillate, scintillate, asteroid minim.
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NORMAL PERSON : All that glitters is not gold.
Chris Okotie: All articles that coruscate with resplendence are not truly auriferous.
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NORMAL PERSON : Beggars are not choosers
Chris Okotie: Sorting on the part of mendicants must be interdicted.
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NORMAL PERSON : Dead men tell no tales
Chris Okotie: Male cadavers are incapable of rendering any testimony.
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NORMAL PERSON : Beginner's luck
Chris Okotie: Neophyte's serendipity.
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NORMAL PERSON : A rolling stone gathers no moss
Chris Okotie: A revolving lithic conglomerate accumulates no congeries of small, green, biophytic plant.
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NORMAL PERSON : Birds of a feather flock together
Chris Okotie: Members of an avian species of identical plumage tend to congregate.
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NORMAL PERSON : Beauty is only skin deep
Chris Okotie: Pulchritude possesses solely cutaneous profundity.
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NORMAL PERSON : Cleanliness is godliness
Chris Okotie: Freedom from incrustations of grime is contiguous to rectitude.
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NORMAL PERSON : There's no use crying over spilt milk
Chris Okotie: It is fruitless to become lachrymose of precipitately departed lactile fluid. ************ ********* ********* ********* ********* *******

NORMAL PERSON : You can't try to teach an old dog new tricks
Chris Okotie: It is fruitless to attempt to indoctrinate a superannuated canine with innovative maneuvers.
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NORMAL PERSON: Look before you leap
Chris Okotie: Surveillance should precede saltation.
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NORMAL PERSON : He who laughs last, laughs best
Chris Okotie: The person presenting the ultimate cachinnation possesses thereby the optimal cachinnation.
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NORMAL PERSON : All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
Chris Okotie: Exclusive dedication to necessitous chores without interludes of hedonistic diversion renders Jack a hebetudinous fellow.
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NORMAL PERSON : Where there's smoke, there's fire!
Chris Okotie: Where there are visible vapours having their provenance in ignited carbonaceous materials, there is conflagration.

should i go or should i stay?

hey guys!

I've been wanting to change background to my blog and 'pimp' it out basically.I also wanted a blog strictly for poetry and nothing else (which was the reason i came to blogsville in the first place). however i 've been thinking, that means i would lose some of the stuff i already got there and to start to get all the applications again is just too much to do.

Anyway i've been thinking about this a lot and having a third blog was an option but i had a dilemma: i didn't really want to have to 3 blogs and have to manage all.

I have made a 3rd blog though and this is the address: www.poemspeaks.blogspot.com

So I ask you dear bloggers,

• what do you think of this new blog?
• Is it a good idea to have moved my poetry? (i don't even know what else i'll put on here if there's no poetry..lol...okay maybe there are a few things but there isn't a lot.)
• Should i just merge the blogs back into one with the background of the new one?
  

Your views are appreciated!
....The poet's voice...

Tales by Blog-light Pt2

We ended our conversation just in time for the movie. It was starting now and I was anxious. I heard that this movie was hilarious and I thought I could really use some laughter.
Throughout the movie, we laughed together almost to the point of tears. Sade could laugh for hours non-stop and I could remember details of a movie and bring up as a joke whenever it came to my mind. I could only describe this movie by funny and hilarious. All the while, I sat there just focusing on this movie and all the comedy elements it had. I forgot my pain and all my problems. My heart was lighter. I was elated and ecstatic. I didn’t exactly win a battle but at least I had overcome my pain, temporarily.
The movie finally ended and everybody must have felt the way I did. I didn’t want it to end. The room was filled with voices muttering about the events that made them laugh.
I heard a young lady say “the scene where the pig was thrown off the plane was so funny. The pig was actually flying!”
I must have lost track of time. It took me a while before I noticed that everybody was standing up now and slowly moving to the door. Sade was getting her bag and jacket. She folded her jacket over her hand and then stood up motioning me to do the same.
We grabbed a quick bite to eat and then we headed to mike’s house.

Michael is Sade’s fiancé. She met him in university 4 years ago. She was twenty then and in the third year of her course. She always wanted to be a caterer. She designed the venue, utensils, table and the clothes of a party, wedding, birthday or any other event there was. She would even design a cake and make the colour match with the table cloth or the curtains. She would then organize the waiters in the order she wanted them to come out with the food. She has artistic talents and she is very creative. She has one of the best businesses I have ever known. It was at a wedding that she met Mike.
She decorated the church with balloons and other accessories. Everything was white, sky blue or a combination of both colours. The chairs were arranged in a manner that they all faced the centre. Every chair had a little package well wrapped in silver paper with a bow on top. The middle of the church had a large circular table with a white cloth over it. The cloth had blue ribbons sewn round it. It was beautiful! At the middle of the table sat the six-step cake. I cold tell it was a vanilla flavored cake. All the cakes were heart shaped and they were in order of their sizes, the smallest one was at the top and the biggest one was at the bottom. It was the foundation of the series of steps.
She also positioned ushers to direct the invites to a seat. It didn’t take long before everyone was seated. The wedding went beautifully. I sat next to Sade and her team sat behind her. As the event gradually came to a close, the groom thanked a lot of people and when he said Sade’s name; her face lit up with a broad smile. He then called her out to speak.
“This cake here was designed by me and the colour signifies beauty and life” she began nervously. “I chose these two colours to wish this couple a blissful marriage. The coordination of this wedding couldn’t have been possible without my hardworking team. She pointed to the team at the back and they all waved and smiled”.
She turned away from the audience and faced the newly weds. She smiled and hugged the groom first, then the bride and handed the microphone to the MC.


© The poets voice~~~ April 2009, All rights reserved.

The Crucifixion

Confusion starts in heaven as Jesus is asking for the cup to pass over him on a faithful night in the garden of Gethsemane

Reality dawns on Him as he is arrested and tried, beaten and battered, mocked and spat on by ordinary men.

Unbelievable to Mary, the mother of Jesus who bore the Saviour and James his brother who spent most of their days with Him.

Crown of thorn pushed into his head allowing the free flow of blood upon his flesh. This blood cleanses all sins and sicknesses.

Ignorance sets in as these ordinary men sentence him to the cross to be killed upon the look of his innocence. Not knowing God’s plan for man.

Feeble and frustrated, He is offered vinegar to drink even after those 16-inched nails are driven into his hands with blood flowing like a river.

Intercession begins as He tells the two thieves by his side He will not forget them and asks God why He has forsaken Him.

Xrist reminds us to love one another by telling James to take c are of his mother as love is the only commandment with a blessing.

Impossible imaginations begin as Jesus cries “It is finished”. The clouds go dark and the temple s torn into two from top to bottom showing God’s anger.

Observant men realise the truth but it is too late as Jesus dies to retrieve the keys of death from Satan and the gates of Hell could not prevail.

New things begin to happen as the lives of His disciples begin to be a testimony as he rises and tells them to begin the Great Commission.



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This piece was written by a very dear friend of min long time ago.I bet she doesn't even remember writing it.But all the same i just wanted to acknowledge her as the author. happy reading and happy Easter!


© The poets voice~~~ April 2009, All rights reserved.

Tales by Blog-light Pt1

Okay guys..here's the deal..I might be away from blogsville for quite a long time so i'll leave you with a couple of stories I wrote some time back. read and Enjoy.
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Tears ran down my face. My heart was pounding with great force. “Darling you can’t leave!” I screamed in the middle of sobs “it’s a lie, it’s a mistake”. My heart ached. The weight of sorrow drained out my strength. I watched in despair as my husband left me. Nothing I said could stop him.
I ran out of the house with great speed, panting vigorously. To my right a blue Mercedes was coming straight at us. “Liz, get out of the way!” I screamed. She just stood there yelling at me. She was too deep in this argument to leave now. I kept calling out to her but she turned a deaf ear to me.
She heard the horn and turned and the car hit her right there and ran over her, crushing her to pieces.

“Wake up!” mum yelled “you’ve been screaming out in your sleep”. Sweat ran down my face. My hair was wet and extremely messy. My mum opened the curtains and the sun streamed in beautifully. I blinked as I let my eyes adjust to the sunlight. I just couldn’t believe that I had that dream again. It seemed so real and every time I tried to push it away it just kept coming back.
I felt so tired from oversleeping. I walked slowly to the bathroom with my toothbrush in my hand. I fell over the little side table. I was still a bit sleepy and I felt around the wall for the light switch. My mum just shook her head in pity and helped me turn the lights on.
“Mum what’s the time?” I asked in a very groggy voice
“Its ten minutes past eleven” she replied
“Oh my goodness! Have I slept that long?”
“Well yes dear, you have.”
“Sade called. She’s coming to pick you up to the cinema at about 12.30am.”
“Thanks mum. I’ll be ready.”

Sade came to my house that morning as she had promised. I thank God everyday for her. She was a gift. Since the unfortunate event that happened a year ago, she’s been there for me. I never thought I would ever get my life back together again. She was a great source of encouragement to me. She helped raise my spirit when my heart was heavy with bitterness and pain.
“Danielle its time to go, we’ll be late for the movie!” Sade yelled.
“Fine I’m coming down” I responded “a girl has to look good when going out you know”.
“Whatever girl” she said jokingly “let’s hit the road”.
“You ready?”
“Yeah, I’m ready”
We got into Sade’s car and we took off.
She was talking but I wasn’t even there. Of course I was there but I mean my mind wasn’t. I was looking at all the shops on the street. Every one was happy to be going about their daily business. I remember when I used to be like them. I never had a care in the world; I was as free as a butterfly. All that mattered to me was having people that loved me close by all he time. It was good having people that trusted me and I trusted in return. It still shocks me that I trusted the wrong person. Could it be that I hurt her in some way that she decided to pay me back by hurting me?
“Danielle?” Sade tapped me “is something wrong?”
“No” I replied sheepishly
“I bet you weren’t even listening to what I was saying”
“Well erm…uhm” I struggled to find words to say
“It’s okay. I know you were day dreaming again”
“I was asking what you what you wanted to do when we left the cinema but I guess we’ll figure that out when the movie’s finished”.
“I guess so” I said in whispers, feeling really foolish for letting my mind wander so far.

We finally arrived at the cinema. Sade did all the talking and ordering. She is like my mouthpiece. Its funny, one would almost think she was my mind. She always knew what I wanted and when I wanted it.
“Hello” she greeted politely “I would like two tickets please?”
“What movie are you watching?” the man at the counter asked
“Mr. Bones”
“That’ll be twelve pounds for the both of you please”
He gave her the receipt and directed us to screen 6 where we would be watching the movie.
It looked like we were too early. There were few people in that room. Everyone just seemed to be listening to music or just looking at the adverts on the screen. Others were talking to the people sitting next to them. The lights were pretty deem so I didn’t expect anyone to be reading. We found a nice seat at the back. We were not so close to anyone and we weren’t so far either; it was just a good place for us to talk without anyone eavesdropping.
Shade put down her bag on the empty chair next to her and she got out her phone to text someone. She sent several text messages before finally returning her attention to me.
“Dani”she said softly “I hope you are alright. I don’t want you daydreaming again. By the way, you were going to tell me the full story of what happened with Liz and Mark. I know it’s a long story but the sooner you start telling me the shorter it becomes and not to mention the fact that you get some of the pain off your chest. Talking does help. If you keep everything to yourself, you only create more heartache. From the look on your face I can tell that the burden is too much for you to bear so please does tell. I want my Danielle back. The happy-cheerful-always smiling-pretty Danielle”.
I really didn’t feel like talking, at least not now and not in the cinema. I knew that she really wanted to help but the story was really a long one. I took some time thinking up a reply.
“I don’t feel like talking now and I would definitely not talk here. Besides, I don’t think it is the right time yet. I will talk when I feel the time is right.”
“Okay” she answered simply “I tried to ease your burden but you wouldn’t let me. I just hope you don’t keep it in too long that you start to lose your health”.

“Could you please keep your voices down!” an elderly man two seats in front of us shouted. I guess he must have been frustrated hearing us muttering for so long.
“Sorry sir” we apologized in unison.


© The poets voice~~~ April 2009, All rights reserved.
Filé…Don’t tosh it, or copy it…this is strictly my property oo!!

Questions

Who, what, when, where?
I stop and stare
Life goes by
and I don’t understand a thing
I have no clue how
or why?

My head keeps spinning;
There are bills to pay,
Mouths to feed,
Work to do,
but there’s no strength to.

An abundance of people to love,
Laughter to share,
Joy to give,
Yet I do not know
how to peacefully live.

I wonder when….
When will I have the ability
to carry my head up
and walk through the doors of opportunity?

But in the first place,
Why am I here?
Who am I here for?
What do I do
And how do I do it?

Many questions race through my head
I wonder who, what, where and when...
When, if ever will these questions come to an end?

© The poets voice~~~ March 2009, All rights reserved.

Distant

My hands reach for yours
but you pull away each time.
The sea between us widens into an ocean,
wider than the thin wall that separates our rooms.
We drift apart like the tectonic plates of Africa and South America.

You are never there.


‘hi’ and ‘bye’ are the only words we manage to string together in conversation.
The person I once knew is no more.
I see a vague picture of you but quickly it fades away,
all that is left is a shadow; a figment of my imagination,
A total stranger.
Your silhouette stands outside my memory.

© The poets voice~~~ February 2009, All rights reserved.

love

As you celebrate love, remember what love really is about.

1 corinthians 13:4-8 - Love is patient, love is kind.

It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.

It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.

It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails.



**Happy Val's day bloggers and readers!!


© The poets voice~~~ February 2009, All rights reserved.

I heard a voice

I hear but I don’t listen
The voices that tempt me
Like gold they glisten.
I see things which are not really there
And the will to succumb is greater than for prayer
I live with people who are in my head
Constantly tormenting me, wishing me dead
I live with this pain each day
It’s not as simple as black and white
How do I explain this?
When there’s an in-between of gray

The will to cry and end it all is strong
But the power is just not mine
Frustration overshadows rationality
The heart bleeds. It bleeds, it bleeds.

Wait…
I hear a voice
A sound quite vocal and articulate
Accompanied with such authority
Quite different to the others

“Quiet. Be still” it says

And the other voices were suppressed
At long last- silence…

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*Schizophrenia, paranoia or maybe depression can be life-threatening.When you are associated with a mental disorder of some kind, you find that you seem not to have a value for life.You lose your ability to make good judgements and everything pretty much goes down hill from there. But this poem is saying that there is a voice- the voice of Jesus- which is strong enough to silence every other voice in your head. In Mark 4:39, Jesus said to the storm: "Quiet! Be still!" and it calmed down.Just know that every storm in your life can be calmed.*

© The poets voice~~~ February 2009, All rights reserved.

My Mother

My mother,
Who brought me up at birth
And laid me to rest

My mother,
Who kept me safe
And saw me through my rainy days

My mother,
Who saw through me
And knew the pain I was going through

My mother
Whom I will always love
And cherish till everlasting days above.

© The poets voice~~~ February 2009, All rights reserved.

What people call God

Journalists' call him “the truth”
Drivers' call him “the way”
Lawyers' call him the “righteous judge”
Geographers' call him “the rock of ages”
Doctors' call him “the great physician”
Horticulturists' call him “the rose of Sharon”
Musicians' call him “the rhythm of heaven”
Oceanographers' call him “the spring of life”
Bakers' call him “the bread of life”
Policemen' call him “the prince of peace”
Farmers' call him “the tree of life”
Sailors' call him “the captain of our salvation”
Teachers' call him “the perfect masters”
Sinners' call him “our saviour”
Photographers' call him “the image of God”
The sick call him “our helper”
The needy call him “our provider”
Servants' call him “the everlasting king”
The dying call him “the giver of life”
God calls himself “I am that I am”


* what do you call him? who is HE to you?...take a moment and think about this...*

© The poets voice~~~ January 2009, All rights reserved.

What the future holds

What the future holds,
Only time will tell
I sit and worry …oh, the stress
Even crying does not help
The fear of the unknown;
Constantly keeps me on my toes.
I want to know
What the future holds for me
Please, please let it be good
But only time will tell
What my future holds
God knows,
He won’t let me down





© The poets voice~~~ January 2009, All rights reserved.