[Photo Source: ] I write with drops of my own tears ever slowing like the reservoir plumbed around me scalding and freezing at once. My childhood was a different story a tale of experiences vale of a child

(photograph source: ) The relief of every accomplishment Those satisfactory feelings gushing out of your souls like a scorching furnace whenever a task is fulfilled. Should success be quantified or qualified?

There was a time when wars were fought with rain, thunder and lightning Our forefathers did it, They destroyed their enemies through witchcraft Cursing diseases and earthquakes. The old war was representative

They said we need to be prepared Discover, succeed and strive on But it's difficult to stay alive. We are like a pencil The lead continuously wears out And the wood sharpens by time Ferrule left unkind

The world is too silly and dangerous these days, And that bothers me a lot And I believed what we need is self-reflection. These days money is everything And people are willing to go to any lengths Just

Life is like a butterfly We are born like caterpillars Striving through the hustles of life Designed to diminish our purpose. Still, we spring out talents and watchers Just as butterflies hangs upside

There was a time when royalty begets royalty sons of a monarch betrothed to daughters of a monarch. The ceremony that started with the house of Tudor extended to centuries beyond history from the golden

Virginity is like a Balloon Once perforated and its gone forever. Sex is like a pack of chips Once you start, you can't stop. An examination paper is like a DICK When it’s HARD .. People get Fucked. Education

She looks like a burning angel in flames with beauty nurtured by the moon And costumed by stars. She walks like a spirit commissioned by God himself Designed by a deity other than God I guess; stunning,

It was evening on Friday sun was sneaking out moon was shy to rise and traffic lights was busy just like every other day. My phone rang with her tone She said "Baby I'm at the door" quickly i

She taste like a mixture of honey and liquor elegant and lanky steam and conservative but naughty to the extreme Ooh Her touch, takes me to high heavens she moan like an angel looks like a porn star on

She has no markup No artificial hairs Nor coloured fingers. She has no designer's bead Fancy dress nor foreign shoes. No mannequin look or artistic voice No massage legs or styled character. She is naturally

To a stranger i met grounded with emotion and depression but uplifted and resolved. She is a fairy tale the kind you find in dreamland contained and conscious. She earned each moment we spent like an artist

I was born during the moon In a little east village sub-sahara as they call it Alone ! I mean just alone. I grew up with smiles climbed trees and went to farm wrestled with peers and fought as well. I