THE RUSH 1

 

 

I WAKE UP feeling the hypothalamus must be a bitch. Why? Why on earth is waking up  an involuntary action?  And why is its control assigned to that unscrupulous part of the brain called the hypothalamus.  He is always fond of waking one up at the wrong time, sleep deprived. Well, it's all God's work so who born mortal me well to complain, it's even a privilege to wake up at all.

However, this really isn't fair. I was having an awesome experience. My crush whom I had still not gathered the mind to approach had walked up to me confessing her extreme love for me. Oh boy, you wan dull? I agreed sharp sharp, telling her how extremely mutual it is. She smiled, her cheeks widening until it became a laugh. Her laughter sounded like falling water, refreshing my soul. God, her lips. I laughed too.

"You have a great smile," she said. It was the first time my smile would be described positively, usually my smile was modified with such adjectives as "ugly", "stupid", "irritating", "dumb", among other words that qualified the salaciousness of the ridiculous face tortuosity I contorted as a smile. The best I ever got was "clownish", from my mum. After all, the monkey isn't beautiful but still loved by it's mother.

"Thank you," I replied shyly, wanting to comment on her tempting lips but fearing repudiation.

"You have succulent lips too..." she commented, saving me the trouble. My lips? Succulent? These saggy baggy lips that had once been referred to as "bagco sacks".

"...I'm tempted to taste them," she seductively added as she inched closer to me. Our eyes met, she drew  even closer, I drew closer too. Our foreheads touched, our noses brushed, our lips met slightly... This is a dream come true.

My lips were about to savour the lushness of hers, when Mr. Hypothalamus rudely made me realize it wasn't a dream come true yet, it was still a dream.

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To be continued...

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Lumin de Lumina

Thank You!

Most often, what we overlook are the things that matter, the seemingly inconsequential things that are the essence of life. You're a blessing to me in many ways including those I may not perceive or acknowledge. By *you* I mean you, yes you... You've made 2013 a year to remember and I just can't bypass my appreciation...

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BELOV'D ONE

I'm love struck

Struck by your love
Like the strings of the harp

On which this tune is played
Struck, by a thousand fists
Of love venting it's vehemence

IT'S A ONE WORD

SHE stepped into class that morning and the first thing she released to the class was "hope you are enjoyed your holidays". This was the first among series of ear assaults we were to receive and we instantly knew something was not in place, or more was in place. We knew we were going to have a jolly ride, this was no ordinary lecture, and no ordinary lecturer. There was more to her than her simple dressing, her pleasing demeanour, and the textbooks she held in her hand. She was here to do more than teach us physical properties of liquids and gas, and set another hindrance to A, she was also here to improve our vocabulary of superb shells.

FATHERLAND

FATHERLAND

We are alike yet different

Diverse but with one intent

One purpose, one goal

One breath, one soul

Like scattered splinters

IT'S A ONE WORD 2

We paused what we were doing to make sure we'd heard right, discussions suspended, the hustle and bustle of getting ready for a new lecture temporarily dismissed, notes and materials debarred from completing  their voyages from bags. She repeated herself "I say hope you are enjoyed your holidays". All doubt was cleared, the problem wasn't our auditory anatomy, it wasn't a chance gbaguan, it was deliberately conceived, packaged and delivered, standing before us was a master sheller, and we were about to be blown apart.

An excited murmur passed through the class as looks and words summarized to "did you hear that?!" were exchanged. People like me picked up their pens and recorded the new entry in a special dedicated notebook labeled "gbaguan inventory". After much ado and pleas for decorum from our distinguished professor of grammatical disconcord, the class quieted down and we continued...

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STRUCK AGAIN

On ASUU strike, ending soon?


STRUCK AGAIN (by ASUU, the gods of thunder)

It struck again, that hideous thunder

It made us scamper

Pell-mell, helter-sketter

Back we fell, to our old folks' shelter

WEIGHTIER MATTERS

Weightier Matters

*life is not about the breath we take, but the moments that take our breath away * Will Smith, Hitch

More things to life than the frivolous
More things to amaze and astound us
The beauty and grace that abound us
The works of His hands, how marvelous

MISHAP

MISHAP
I woke up this morning late as usual, hurried straight to the kitchen as usual (stop thinking that, I brushed first)  to make breakfast. I woke up hungry, also as usual, probably because of the late night snack I had last night, still as usual. It's said that eating late at night 'll make you super hungry the following morning. It could also possibly be because I hardly slept, I was awake all night, causing trouble on twitter, gossiping with peeps on BBM and Whatsapp, uploading, tagging and commenting on pictures on Facebook, setting that P through night call and of course, creatively writing. Now you know why I woke up late, guess I come alive in the night time, but you don't know what my eyes beheld in the kitchen, it was unusual.

FALLING AND RISING

Falling and Rising

*We don't rise to fall, but we fall to rise.*

Falling, a dwindling twinkle star
Fading into nothingness,
The void from which I came
Lost in the emptiness
Of an expansive milky way
At least I shone tonight

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stumbled upon this, was impressed, so I decided to share.
  Read this story , and
Follow the recommendation at
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As I was walking
Down life's highway
Many years ago

I came upon a
Sign that read

Heavens Grocery Store..

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⭐He picked me up today

From the dingy corner I lay

He took me up and dusted me

Removed the stains that assaulted me