LOVE AND LIFE NETWORK

The more I want to leave,  even more I want to stay.   With memories of blown fuse,  I find those of cheer I want to keep.   Though I couldn't stand some of your quirks, I miss them with a smile.   Though I said I didn't care, that was a terrible lie, When I said go to hell,  I meant please don't go. I know I said you were a thorn,  I realized you had a rose. Thoughts of getting even always seemed sweet, even more sour it's taste afterwards. Even though you are gone,  I'm waiting, hoping you return.                                                                                                                                                                       #AbsentWithlove

Hanging out with buddies is always a good time for me. Nikki is one of my best buddy’s, whom our history spans as far back as primary school. Being that he is new in town, every moment we meet seems like catch up time and the conversation always seems to beg for more time. When I bumped into him, He was on his system doing a few things, so I asked what he was doing he said he was gathering some materials for a friend. He said I ran into a college class mate a few days ago and he talked about an exam he wrote and how he met other class mates.  He said in particular I saw Hillary, with excitement he asked about him and he replied he didn’t look good. He said things didn’t quite pan out well for Hillary like we thought it would, having graduated with a first class

I had just moved out of my parents house and was sharing a room with my "friend". I had no idea he smoked weed, despite his suspicious movements and signature weed scent(abi na odour?) barely two weeks after moving in with him, my worst fears were confirmed as he started bringing home his weed smoking buddies and they would occasionally roll a wrap and smoke it right there in the room or mix the weed with beans or spaghetti. Being a very curious person i always wondered what made them happy after smoking, so i decided to find out for myself(wrong move) It was a very hot day in February, a Saturday i think it was, my friend was out as usual. I searched everywhere for his stash but couldn't find it so i decided to go and get mine. I arrived the weed joint all sweaty and nervous, half expecting to get mugged but nobody seemed to be aware of my presence there, they were all on different planets all expect one i concluded that he must be the seller so i approached him an

Life's waves washed me ashore, strange lands to explore.     The hand of fellowship you offered took advantage of me.     For I was only a stranger.         My voice they disregarded,  my silence they gave words.    My good intentions they judged, my best effort they condemned.               For I was only a stranger.        My ease they troubled, my quiet chuckles they probed.       I was cheated, for they were the accuser and judge.         I became their mirror, yet they looked not upon me.         I longed for home, for I was only a stranger....

As my wandering gaze fell on Ali and his friend, trickles of their words filtered to my ears amidst the noise around and my heart sank a bit. Lest Ali sees me staring blankly at him, I  turned my eyes and wondered how a boy a little over 10 years had so much confidence. He made the little ones scared and they avoided him except for Malik who was by far the biggest guy in our Primary Six class. Having bruised a few noses and mouths of his peers, Ali was the terror of the class. He would threaten to beat anyone - friend or foe- who annoyed him, except for Malik whom gave Ali that look that said "WATCH IT" and it made him stay put around him, since he knew this was more than he could chew. The fact that he was a bully who was also intelligent made everyone avoid him, but he still had a way of coming after someone.         One spring morning, as we all filed into class from assembly, it was strange to notice Ali's seat empty. The class felt lighter and happier till a

I wrote my goals for 2013 and i was bursting with energy and excitement as i knocked off one item after the other on the list. by October the list was exhausted so December was just full of thanksgiving for me as i looked forward to 2014.  The celebration of the new year was over and i was getting set to work out my goals, oh my! i was in for a shock as one challenge came on the heel of another. there were good times to laugh, there were moments of encouragement, but as my effort fell short on target repeatedly i was largely discouraged, lost interest on some but as a weary soldier i trudged on taking each day as it comes.