POSSIBLE

Who did this to you?
Who destroyed you this much?
Who tied you down with the chains of "impossible"?
Impossible!!?
Who invented that word?!
It shouldn't be in existence.
It's held you down and destroyed you.
What if I told you to wash of "IM"?
What if I told you it were possible?
Whose report would you believe?
What if I told you it may to be hard but baby, you can.
What if I told you it may not be easy but it's definitely going to be worth it.
What if I told you the wounds you get in the process, will make you a hero to many.
What if I told you your scars would be a motivation to people.
What if I told you, you're a model, crafted specially by God to breathe "I'M POSSIBLE" and not "IMPOSSIBLE".
What if I told you your dreams are valid.
What if I told you God would be disappointed if you gave up.

What if I told you, you'll be robbing the world of magic if you held back.

What if I told you, you'd be wasting your potential if you coiled back in fear.

I know it's scary, that's why you should grab it by the horn.
People have gone before you, they weren't any better than you are now.
Break out of the claws of impossibility that has held you down.

BITTER SWEET MEMORIES

Hot tears running down my face
Unexplainable pain tearing my heart
Sitting on the floor with with my wrapper sprawled on the ground.
Mother tries to comfort me but I can't be comforted.
She eulogizes me but her words make no meaning to me.
"Amope my daughter, You can't tell Kabiyesi. If you do, your father will be killed and I'll be a widow" She says.
Her words irritate me.
"No! He killed and must be killed too" I shout, getting up and looking at her with bloodshot eyes.
She breaks down in tears and deep down in my heart, I know I can't hurt her........

My soul thirsts for the one I love

In the darkest of nights,

I long for his arms around me

Ade mi, Oko mi, Ife mi.

The one my heart longs for

The one I burn for

Sweet memories haunt me

Memories that should be cherished, hurt me instead

Under the mango tree, with my love.

His strong arms holding me

His body shielding me from the cold night 

Whispering sweet words into my ears

"Aya mi, it's you and I forever"

Then out of nowhere, the sound of gunshots

The cry of Ade mi echoes in my head

Thick red blood gushes out of his side

He holds on to me for support

Gently holding on to me as his last breathe leaves him

"I love you, Aya mi" were his last words

"Nooooooo" I shout

"Who has done this to my heart?" I wail

I look up to see the face of the beast but he'd turned away

As he strides away, my cries go with him

I recognize that stride anywhere

I fought myself and called my eyes liars

But deep within, I know that was my father

Baa mi had killed my love and I can't tell anyone

My heart shred into pieces never to be mended 

Life would never be the same

Wait

Wait
Wait.....
A word I've come to hate
They've all gone, very far
Some are close to getting "it"
Others are not, but they are all far ahead of me.
Yet you ask me to wait!
You keep holding me back here
I know I have what it takes
I know the costs and the stakes
I can do more than their expectations
I know I can surpass their peaks.

Why do you keep holding me back?
Why won't you let the spotlight shine on me?
Why won't you let me go out and get a "name"?
Do you hate me so much that you don't want to see me celebrated?
What is it about me that you have refused me to be revealed?
You keep whispering, in my ears, "Wait, wait".
I'm getting tired of waiting .....

His reply
"And the child grew, and waxed strong in spirit, and was in the deserts till the day of his shewing unto Israel.
Your day of showing is yet to come
I love you too much to put you out there prematurely.
You despise this desert experience, but you're ignorant of the fact that it's building you..
Wait, my child or you'll rise  like smoke only to disappear without a trace.
Wait princess, lest you be like them, here today and gone tomorrow.
Wait for the appointed time
Wait for your time of "shewing"
They may have gone ahead of you but they are not ahead of you
Because when I'm ready to reveal to the world what I've been working on, in you, I accelerate you.
Have you not heard? They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they  shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not  be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.'
So wait, for in no time your wings will be ready to soar.

Mo'

My Own

Sweet is the thrill of passionate joy you bring
Loving you and no other is the breathe I take
Thoughts of you fill me up for even more
Sweet heart you are the only one I desire

The one I love to talk to
About my day and all my flaws too
Your eyes and your strong arms give me solitude
Baby, it's you I'll tell it all to

Your kind is hard to find
Yet, you're the only one of your kind
Your charm and your smile can't leave my mind
Under your arms baby, I want to hide

Your voice, a sweet melody to my ears
Your laugh, the sound that chases my fears
Your heartbeat, what can compare?
The things you say, baby, I long to hear

I sit and smile at the things I wrote
'Cause my pen alone can't express what I behold
But still I'm satisfied with my unintelligent note
'Cause baby I know that you're my own

A PRAYER FOR HER

She gave me Her diary to read....
In it was her first love experience written in details.... Well with what I can see... She's a good writer.... She's a good and loyal Lady,and all she needs is a guy to handle her with soft hands not
a Rough Rider.... To conquer your first heart break
You must have fought hard like
A Street Fighter
And I pray her next lover
Wouldn't fright her.... A prayer to whom it may concern
Photocredit: @urbanvisual_
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FEAR. -Dupe Olomola

"Words set free" they say
But what happens,
when you're not allowed to speak
What happens?

He had a full head
Heavy brain with a ready mouth
He was willing to speak
He was ready

Words of liberty
Words of freedom
Words of peace
Words that heal

But he couldn't speak
He couldn't let the words out
And like a stranger trapped in a foreign land,
The words were trapped in him

It wouldn't let him speak
With mighty shackles,
It held him back
It made him dumb

He cried to be set free
He wailed for freedom
But like a little helpless girl,
He had no strength

Who will set him free?
Who will let those words out of him?
The words the world is waiting for?
Who will deliver him from it?

No one could
No one could set him free from fear
The mighty chains of fear, that held him
No one could, no one but his very own self

Writer: @d_upe 
Photocredits: @kemijacobs_photography and @proudlyseun 

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Hopeless Beggars. -Eze Victor

Hopeless Beggars

We lacked the Sun smile 

While we humbly stood still 

Under the cloudy boring sky 

Beside a staving dry tree 

Life is a Battlefield.

It owns different sword 

Swords of different name 

Revenge,position and fame  

Life is an indefinite Race 

We all must rise and race 

Chasing nothing but shadows 

Running alongside with fellows

Life is an unjust justice 

Which only take delights 

In making the rich richer 

And the poor poorer 

From Morning till night

We walk street to street

Bending,bowing and kneeling 

For food to fill our blank belly 

We became curse carriers 

As many pour all kind of curse

On each money their consents 

Wished to give the hopeless beggars 

Yet all we could get 

Is mockery and spite 

From the same souls 

We saved from curses

I wished someone could

Have our hearts smelled 

Perceiving our cute pains 

And healing our wide wounds 

These are the greatest wishes 

Of all hopeless hearted beggars  

               © Eze Victor