With this Heart...

 I found love the minute I set my eyes on you

I nurtured it with care and hope

I watered it with tears and faith

I pruned it with all humility and respect

I endured insults and humiliations from you and your insolent friends

Just to win your heart

I said ‘sorry’ severally till it lost its meaning, even when you were at fault

I stayed awake most nights wondering if it is a crime to love you

I cried myself to sleep most of the night till I lost count

I painted the picture of your face on the tablet of my heart

I tattooed your name on my chest

I worked three jobs so that I can afford your demands and that of your materialistic friends.

Just to win your love.

I am still heartbroken that after all, you left

I’ll love you forever with what’s left of this heart

                                                                                                                                                                                   

My Feelings.....

My feelings are honest

My thoughts are pure

The feelings may not be mutual

But,what I feel we both can share.

For this....

He took me from the miry clay and set my feet upon the rock

He anointed my head with and my cup runneth over

For this I will praise his name.

He has made lines to fall for me in pleasant places

He has made my path a shining light

For this I will praise his name.

He delivered me from the Fowler's snare

He prepared a table for me in the presence of my foes.

For this I will praise his name.

The Exchange.

Bang! Bang!! Bang!!! Who is in this house? Open this door!

This was the unusual noise that woke the family of five. The family live in a room apartment (popularly called face me, I face you).

Before the man of the house could respond, the door was kicked in leaving splinters of wood flying in every direction.

A gang of armed robbers marched into the apartment. The wife huddled in a corner with her three kids and the man of the house standing like a hen protecting her chicks.

"Where is the money?" asked the leader of the gang.

"There's no money Sir" responded the man of the house.

A resounding slap was the response he got from the leader and the interrogation continued.

Suddenly gunshots were heard from a distance, which was followed by shouts from other gang members outside "Ndi eke! Ndi eke!" (meaning police! Police!).

The robbers quickly left the room and in their haste to get away they carried a bag of old clothes that was by the door of the room, leaving behind their bag of stolen money in the room.  

You’ll never know.......

Do you know how it feels

To call someone friend

Only to find out you are

Just someone they know?

You’ll never know.

Do you know how it hurts

To love someone 

Who doesn’t even know you exist?

You’ll never know.

Do you know how painful

It is not to be understood

By family and friends?

You’ll never know.

I guess no one understands how I feel.