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Thursday 19 November 2015

The Enchanted Dreamer


He was turning
And you could see him panting heavily,
He had a lot on his mind,
He was mentally troubled.
The brevity of life seemed to have dawned on him just now.
His heart was hovering,
He got in,

Wednesday 18 November 2015

Broken Mirror


Pastor, its not that i cannot see, its that i still see his image,
beyond the brokenness of the mirror,
even in the dark.

i promised myself never to do this
never to let him back in
he came in anyway.

Wednesday 21 October 2015

Life Is Nothing But An Enigma

Life is an enigma
The further you try to solve the mysteries,
The further in it's brevity you get
The wise say "silence is key",
They also say "silence is a pointer for weakness"
The brave as we know is made strong
As a result of overcoming his weakness,
"Life is unbearable" we say,
But still we lounge in it's glory
Some say life is short
So enjoy it while you can,
But I say life is exactly how you take it
Hold it with a stern fist,
And it will seem difficult,
Take it lightly,
And you will be marveled at it's simplicity.

Friday 21 August 2015

My Inevitable Two-Cents

Hi Guys, I am so sorry i haven't been publishing my posts and for deleting most of them.
I have to admit something, I really haven't been serious about this and even though i know i should be, well, what can I say, "Life Happened", caught me unawares and i so fell off grid. But this time I want you all to give me a do-over and i promise to always post REGULARLY everything and trust me when i say everything. For a while, my notepad had been my solace up until some of my friends said i should pick-up writing on a blog and sharing, i really don't know who i am helping or inspiring but i want to promise, you all won't be alone again.
After my previous post, i was so broken by some people who called me up, sent me mails and wanted to talk about it, I had no idea i was touching a sensitive part and i just couldn't keep posting again (in love, i want to thank you all that sent me mails and called me up to encourage me and i admire the strength it took you to share your stories with me, Thanks so much, your words inspired me a lot), but i have a newly found strength to start over, i stumbled on a blog "InThe" and i got so inspired to continue what i love doing, which is writing.
I really don't know who my stories would be inspiring or talking to next but i sure would keep writing and offer my two cents on everything and anything.
And if you would like to reach me to talk about anything, i promise to be as neutral as can be and still offer my two-cents, just check my profile for my email address and i will answer you as soon as i can. P.s don't be mad at me if you don't get a response as fast as you hoped.
P.s. I have a lot in store for you all, just bookmark my page so you don't miss out.
Muaah!

Love&Blessings,
Nat.

Wednesday 11 February 2015

The Night Before




Tiny tears find their way down her swollen cheeks as she remembers the night before. It is so much to take in for a 14year old. She clutches her fist as if to fight but there was no one there to be fought. As she releases her fists more tears roll down. She is surrounded by people yet she feels all alone, she sees everyone around as loving to hate her. It was already morning and she still felt she was back in the night, the night it all happened, the night she would never forget, the night that made her feel dirty, the night that all she wanted was to die but unfortunately, she didn’t, she was left alive to feel the pain, the agony, the dirt, the trauma.
She got up to go wash herself for the 7th time that morning but the smell of him never seemed to have washed away from her body, she scrubbed harder with every time she went back for a wash. She still felt dirty. She wondered, how much scrubbing it will take to wash away the way she felt, 10? If it was, then she’d scrub 10times. As she scrubbed herself crying in the shower, her hands over her breasts brought back the pain of the night before, she could see him in her head, his hard dark face, bald head, dark skin, black hovering eyes, muscular body, big hands, a scar on his back, the big bite she gave him on his shoulders, the red eyes as a result of the pepper spray she lashed in his eyes but all to no avail, the picture of her murderer.