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Lets continue from where we stopped yesterday... Spending nights in prison was never his ideal nor, the vision he’d ever dreamt of, Yet he felt entrapped not by the grungy walls, the flying mosquitoes, the humming crickets, or by the iron bars. Then what was? He knew the answers, he sensed the answers long, long time , but he doubted the truth. It is  said that the truth is bitter but his wasn’t bitter it was destructive and unimaginable. He had gone through series of questioning and battering, all for the truth, Mr Sola the investigator was already getting tired, he saw it in his eyes that he pitied for him, but he needed no pity. So the battering continued, questioning continued, nothing less, but all increased. He was bruised, his soul wept, there wasn’t any tears in his eyes, because he’s soul kept weeping while he’s blood from his body kept gushing out. Mr Sola had asked the Policemen to lock him up in the cell. Since he couldn’t get the truth out from him. “ ...

 Barrister Henry wasn’t in the ward with us, he had excused us.   “Beverly, I’m sorry that fate turned out this way, I’m sorry my family ruined yours, I’m sorry I couldn’t be there when you needed me the most, I’m sorry, I’m just a boy trying to be good, but ended up in a despicable act.” I don’t believe in spirits, but I believe in God as a supreme being. I don’t believe in Ghost stories. But it seems I’d be saying a whole lot of thanks to them. Or let me say, I’m grateful to God for being Just by revealing the truth.   “What are you saying Chigozie? Beverly asked ”    “What I’m trying to say is this, Dad had gone to the police station reporting himself, as the traitor behind the horrible fate that befell us, he was no longer himself when I saw him, he pleaded for mercy, he confessed, Mum ghost had been disturbing him. He could no longer take it. A...

It made sense now, it all made sense now, He smashed his hands against each other. “Argh! He busted out as he rolled on the prison floor.” He tried killing the soldier but ended up killing his mother. The soldier tried raping her, he wasn’t even sure if he succeeded, all he knew was he heard Beverly screaming Until he heard no more.… “Young man, your life is in your hands. Choose one, destroy it or forever be happy with your life, which will you choose” Mr Sola eyes bulged out as though, trying to frighten me. But I wasn’t frightened. “Damn it boy!  I’m trying to help you… can’t you see what’s at stake here. Why did you kill you mother? What were you doing in the room of Mr Ken Osita?” Why was your cousin, the daughter of late Mr Johnson laying unconscious? What had gone wrong that night? Talk to me!!” Please… …… It was time, the plea was the surge I needed. So I presented the broken piece of my life to Mr Sola. ……. “What a pathetic story bo...

It was Saturday, I was done with my chores, which were, fetching water from the well, sweeping the parlor and room. Lacing my boot before I head out to the field to play soccer. Dad’s phone began ringing.   “Hello” “Yes, I be Nnamdi, wetin happen?” “Chineke!” “Ewo…. Ewo!” “Ogini?” Mum asked. “Dad what is it? I asked confused” “Jerry” “Sir” “Chigozie” “Sir” “Your Uncle and Aunty just get accident” “Ehh!!!... Chineke me! ……. Life is funny isn’t it? Yeah it is, he bluffed and smiled, as he tried leaning on the prison wall. But it became ridiculous, when he stumbled on the truth. Beverly Parents were dead and buried. The accident that took place was indeed fatal. Beverly Johnson  had become an orphan, just in a twinkle. She began living with us. She had to adapt, for two years, when she’d be twenty years of age, to inherit her Father’s assets, it was willed so, and so it was. She was the only heir, and that left Dad and Mum too creepy. ...

A boy was going for a walk. It was a Wednesday, Jerry was supposed to be in school just as his peers were, but things were no longer the same at home. Beverly his cousin was in coma and  his dad had become a drunk, his Mum, a nagging wife. Nothing seemed right anymore. So he decided, to take a stroll. Hoping it'd ease off the pain and anger he felt within. Two streets away from home, he heard a gun shot, three gun shots ; At the building where he was resting. The gate seemed to be ajar, so he walked in trying to figure out what had happened. He met his Mum lying helplessly in cold blood, someone had shot her, he tried running after the one who had shot her, but he had lost whomever it was, he went straight into the rooms searching, there was no one, except for himself and his dead mother. Her body had become all cold, how  did he get here in the first place? he wondered. There were sounds from afar, someone was in the house. "Jerry... " " Wetin happen ? ...

The world is familiar with word'' Service ''. I don't mean to talk about the gathering of a congregation for worship that is; church service. The service I'm talking about is that which means 'An act of being of assistance to someone.'  it can also mean, 'The state of being subordinate to or employed by an individual or group'. Well today, I'd be talking about two kinds of Service. They are both spelt the same way but have a great disparity when looked at closely. What does it mean to serve?   To serve means To have a given use  or purpose; to function for something or to do something. Everyone born in to this world has a purpose, for you to have a purpose, you must be able to serve.  So what does it mean to Serve?  The response in your head might say to serve will mean to do what is needed to be done or play a function or role to someone or for something.  But the truth is  we get it wrong. There i...

I see his gait Steaming and welling  inside of him Like the vapours of a rulpting volcano Ready to burst It must be pride It can't be humility 'Not one called to be a leader For I've seen one Just like him, who never did end well His words like balls Rolls out only in public Colored in highs And do's Like a trophy he claims to be golden But the shadows of his words Leave a stench Only the wise ones can interpret Beware of his lies' 'As deserting as the water that touches your skin by the Bank. You must beware   For such aura comes With a price of a fall So lowly to the mud It can only be pride Not humility. Your Gait Wriiten by Ogri Mathilda Sarah All rights reserved

Twenty years of slavery Went down the slates of clay Written beneath it Several years of slavery Straying...   Fashioned in cloaks of mistakes Lived us in this self of decay Ride we in these tunes of defiles In a song sung by jezebel Little oh little Did we never see us drowning   Dancing in the wind Twenty times tossed by the wind Twenty times diced by the tides Twenty times cast down the shores of life Oh little! Little wonder never did our smile Brighten than the day   Twenty years of calling By the Messiah Your burdens I carried The pathway do I show you Oh  ye! Listen,  if only thou would listen     A new garment I shall cloak you In rubies,  gold, silver and diamond I have placed you No authority is far greater Just a step.. If only you take the step You shall testify then, in multiples of this great beauty Thou will behold   Twenty years of slavery Went down the slates of clay Only for one, One ...

Coaster Bus Have you ever boarded a Coaster Bus? If you're in Nigeria, especially Lagos,you will be very familiar with that type of bus, it's common along the Badagry expressway, oshodi - Ikorodu axis, oyinbo etc. and you hear the conductors shouting and clamoring for you to enter like 'Ketu, Ikorodu! Wole pelu change e o' etc. They call passengers in and cramp them in the bus like sardine. The bus is actually a 3 seater with extension for a 4th person on a row but in Nigeria, it has been used as a 5 person per row bus and your body sticks to eachother, no space to feel comfy, you're inconvenient through out the journey. I do take the bus very well, so I can tell you the experience first hand... Now to the content, everybody's is like a coaster bus, where you are meant to accommodate a specified or limited number of people & happenings together but because of greed and indecision; we take more than our capacity and it's affecting our life, making,it ...

When I look at you smiling I think of the times you would be sad. When you cry, I think of the times you laugh, When you are broke, I wish for the time you would be rich. When you dance, I think of what you feel when you don't. When you love, I don't want to be on that side when you hate. When you save, I mourn with you on the things you've lost. When you argue, I love being against you, Because I know what I would gain. Arguments are not about winning, But about picking the next person's brain. When you are troubled, I turn into a joker. Try as much as I can to make you laugh. And I've never tried so hard for something, Not even Mathematics. So, All I ask, Is for you to know I love you. Even If I'm guilty at times, For making you cry, Making you feel sad, Being the big spender and that's why you broke. Making you not able to dance, Because I step on your feet too many times. And I spark up argum...

My heart screams out loud Why mi amoure...! Shot down in pieces Helpless in my own swing This ship so big so beautiful Why mi amoure? U leave me not Like the wind blowing off My wrappings unwrapped by you I choke for breath. Flown into ur arms I lay flat on this rock and sand That's once bore our writings Why mi amoure? Where are the days of smiles and trust? Your perfume my garment leaves me tormented with every sniff Why mi amoure? Where did the storms blew our ship to? Tell me no it never wrecked, Tell me no it never sunk, Tell me no! mi amoure... Tell me you love, Tell me!!  I love you.. Sing me my lullaby forever together Cuddle me rocking slow Rocking slow Till your soft hands, brushed against my cheek Reassures me of peace and  hope The glint can't just be gone This story mi amour leaves me shattered and thorn Bring me home mighty sailor Home....... Where memories of this broken piece lays not For I really belie...

Should the moon peep Or the Sun creak The clouds are always At our feet Should the sky sneeze Or the wind dance Our paths leave a line Of a non stop continuity If time were a ferry Then we would row back Tracing our identity and Claiming our names would be the aim. Times without numbers nor alphabets I ponder what the fore elders thought.. They gave me this shoe for an aim so beautiful yet destructive now to our age I mark my fingers on every door My markings are all on your streets Search not for me you'd see me I call each day, but now it's all but a mere voice already used to We've seen camp fire nights Shivering in cold with our dusty rusty garments We've tasted the greatest continental meals all made from maize with a delicious drink of untreated water We've been surrounded by so great importance We lay with trumpets as lullabies They bit in.. these tiny Lil sucklings taking the Lil blood we have left flowing in our ve...

A tulip flower you are Pink and lovely Slim tender and at your peak of what will never go down but always up A prime you are And should throw your dice well For men dicey and deceitful They could be The season is always friendly for hunting So pray and work well, so you never end up a prey Take a "boldy step " with courage and wisdom Lazy not around nor depend solely for help all the time For no one, no one can tell who foes are... Shred not your petals with rays of a minty bulk Stay focus and thrive hard as you row Spread your roots solely on God's words Holding your head high as the best you be in all Time clicks Time only will Crown your efforts be futile be it great and glorious.. A letter to Maria Written by Ogri Mathilda Sarah

What's me without the waters, I'd die of dehydration What's me without the soil I won't be able to plant and feel the beauty of the trees What's me without a roof over my head I'd be left wondering in frustration What's me without the light I'd be left in darkness What's me without the air I'd be left to suffocate What's me without food I'd die of hunger What's me without family I'd die of being alone What's me without love I'd die of the hatred inside of me What's me without a song I'd die of not been able to lift my spirit high What's me without knowledge Then I wouldn't know all these But all these passes They fade each sec But you are forever You created all All! Without you there would be no these Yes I can stay glued to my phone But with just five mins of my time is like peace happiness freedom and joy all at once What's the secret? Your go...

What is life without you I'm lost in wandering silence I see the stars and I know I'm missing in action They give u all Submitting with all the twinkies they've got Here I am Mere dust What's me without your presence I prove stubborn and there I lay In the pit of darkness lost in my disobedience I need you But how can i How can be what you want me to be I am but unworthy Dirty than the pigs sunk in deepest gulleys But u look at me with the brightest smile saying .. I'm not complaining.. .. I'm always here for you.. .. I've conquered the world.. And Peace be still He filled my soul with ease and peace. Yes!  Free I am in Christ Written by Ogri Mathilda Sarah Title: What's Me without thee

I'm drowning in darkness Extinct from Existence Lost in my history Lost not in misery But drowning in the birth mystery I wish it was a whirl pool At least I'd get a chance to see and choose And maybe roll with the truth Was this a mistake Am I my mistake I find myself battling With physics and science Nature and Choices Spirituality and Morality How can I break from this cycle How can I fall far from this tree How can I help her free from worries How can I help junior from all these psychological trauma Pretence is my garment Fake happiness is my lipstick Sorrow is my heartbeat And concealing is my concealer My story has been heard this night Should I pride myself in disgust Or hold my head high with this punishment Blindly he lead the folks Folks of girls, concubines and slave All in one he titled them wives One in, one out Two in Five out Each day they learned more For those who had the choice coped For those who never did Ran off hol...

Gone are the days The rulers stood at the war front. Gone are the days They all fought on common ground. Gone are those days...... Now they hide behind walls, Walls built by skeletons. And creep behind tables, Like rats going home. Cowardice; Have become the order of our days. The young are sent into battle With no amrs or just their arms. While their women worry, And hope, They get more than a hand to bury. But the rulers drink themselves to oblivion, As if alchohol gives immortality. Gone are the days Kings die Like flies, Because of what they believe in, Hope,Hate and even Love. But cursed are these times we live in, Where the leaders live for too long, Probably,prodigees of Methusalah And the young are close to their graves, Before they even get a chance to touch a crown. Gone are the days War is waged to bring peace Now,it's waged to end peace. Now, I ask for your forgiveness and pray to, Who ever is responsible ...

#AReaperLoveStrk I am your worst nightmare But if you dream of me, You won't live to tell the story. I travel the world With a hooded face and a sickle, Taking souls home with me, With their consent or not. But, There is a soul i can't get my hands on. This is a new territory. I have never encountered this before in my time. I was on my way to Rome And was stopped in my tracks in Vienna, As i set my cold eyes On a commoner, A bright soul So bright it puts a stain on my darkness. Then i became curious And you know what they said it did to the cat. But i guess i'm dead already. I became it's shadow From here till tommorow. Trying to decipher how this soul Is putting my nature in reverse Towards me. Then i tried to get close Possessing any lower being i could find, This new feeling Have me all over the place To extent i wanted to take off the hood And reveal what was beneath But was adviced against it. I wen...

What happens when the world leaves me? Where would I bury you? Where would I bury your thoughts? Where would each moments go? Where would this bond go to? Where would the boat of darkness row me to? Where would the peace of great light take me to? Will the world runaway that point in misery Or wave me Farewell with good tidings? Will you, and you, smile? For in miles we would be separated There would be no more dancing in the rain No more baking and laughter No more mimics No more you and I in love No more you and I present No more.. Still not, O LORD, this happiness Take not in piece but, in peace Enlighten us more Take not this world when not prepared Rather let it come, in its right place At the right time In great happiness and love. When the world I see leaves me For a one with greater peace and light. Leave me not in tears and darkness But cloaked in your light, love, holiness and happiness. When the world l...