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Days Without Writing

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Waiting Outside of Parnassus

At what point is one allowed to call oneself a writer is a question that I’ve spent far too much time contemplating. When I was younger, I would shy away from calling myself a writer because my writing wasn’t serious, wasn’t good, wasn’t published, wasn’t published in a paying magazine, and myriad of other reasons. I now say that the only thing that makes a person a writer is that they write (something I’ve heard a lot of other people say for a long time before I accepted its obvious truth). As long as I spend a good portion of my time getting words on the page, I am a writer. Maybe not a good one, a successful one or any other qualifier, but I am inarguably a writer, though there is always a little (or huge) part of me that doesn’t think I can call myself one. Part of the…

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CUTTING OUT

I gave two pains:
One to myself and the other to them

I gave three pities:
One to myself, one to them and the third to the critics

I gave four grieves:
None to myself; one to them; one to the critics;
One to the believers; and the last to ‘who cares

I gave five shames:
To me,
To them,
To time,
To toil,
And to tomorrow

It’s really hard—no one understands
Another failure,
The thousandth “No”,
Confusion,
Complications,
Distrust,
Disbelief,
And it goes on and on

So, I am cutting out
Prematurely,
Permanently​

Save the pains,
The pities,
The grieves,
And the shames

Forget about Love,
About Joy,
About Life
About Hope

Disengage
Deactivate
This Time, it’s out!

To those who loved me;
To the critics who needed me;
To the believers who waited on me;
To those who hardly cared;
If only you didn’t have to toil that much!
Pardon me: I wasted your time

I can’t wait for tomorrow
No, sorry: I won’t wait for tomorrow
So I am cutting out—forever

You needn’t worry anymore
I am taking them all with me
Yes, they are right here in my hands
I am sure I packed them all
Or did I leave them behind?
I couldn’t have!

That was why I timed out in the first place

Well,
You don’t believe I am a coward
Or selfish
Or hopeless
Or faithless

Do you?

Believe me: I wanted to take them all with me,
but I ended up leaving them behind

Beauty

Part two

As i walk with beauty all over me
As i strive with Beauty around me, I’m not Alone
He is right beside me, My MAN
He is my LION, and i’m his JEWEL
And together we journey along with Beauty
With Beauty we rule our kingdom
Cos He is the King
And i am… not only the Queen, but the king-maker.
He needs me, and i need him
Together we face the future with so much Beauty
In old age, still together, playing like teenagers
Ours can only be referred to as a thing of Beauty
Beauty, Beauty, Beauty
All is finished in Beauty

BEAUTY

PART 1

In beauty may I walk
All day long may I walk
Through the returning seasons may I walk
Beautiful will I possess again
Beautiful birds, joyful birds
On the trail marked with pollen may I walk
With grasshoppers about my feet may I walk
With dew about my feet may I walk
With beauty may I walk
With beauty before me may I walk
With beauty behind me may I walk
With beauty above me may I walk
With beauty all around me may I walk
With beauty all around me may I walk
In old age wondering on a trail of beauty, living again, may I walk
All is finished in beauty, All is finished in beauty.

Question

Have you ever met a guy who seemed to be “Mr. Right”, but after getting to know him better you could tell that he just didn’t feel that same level of “connection” you felt?

You were attracted to him, but he just wasn’t into you the same way you were into him?

In your mind, you could sense what a great guy he was, and that, somewhere deep inside, you both shared this strong “chemistry” that made you feel close and comfortable. But for some reason he didn’t want to truly connect with you.

Have you ever dated a great guy for a long time… I’m talking about six months, twelve months, or even longer… and it was getting to the point where you needed to have “the talk” with him. But when you tried to bring up the topic of having a relationship and making a bigger commitment, his eyes just glazed over… and then he became distant from you… and the relationship ended soon after?

You were trying to get CLOSER to him, and somehow he kept moving farther AWAY from you.

I’m guessing that when one of these things happened, your girlfriends said things like:

“He’s just a jerk, forget about him”.

Or they said: “He doesn’t see the mistake he’s making or what he’ll be missing”. But he never seemed to see these mistakes… or even miss you.

And the worst part of all: You kept thinking about it.

In fact, it really GOT TO YOU. And I’ll bet the REASON why it got to you is because you worried that it might have been something to do with YOU (and not just because he was a total jerk).

In fact, TO THIS DAY you still have the feeling that YOU may have done something wrong, and that you may have CAUSED some of the problems in the first place… and if you would have known the RIGHT thing to do, things would have turned out differently…

Unfortunately, the bad news is that you’re probably right.

Chances are you DID have something to do with it, and things probably WOULD have turned out differently if you would have known how to deal with the situation.

You COULD have done something about it… if only you had known WHAT to do…

wish you enough

“I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye. I wish you enough.

my editor

So I met this soft spoken and amiable young man precisely 1month and 10days ago in Abeokuta. Amidst the chaos activities going on everyday, I became aware of this man. He came and went but somehow was always around to encourage, to assist, to push… So when he reached within to draw out from my deep, I felt purged. He reminded me of someone I once hoped to find, that friend I wrote about a long time ago. So I dedicate this first post on my first blog to my friend ‘Ake’.

I have been reading and writing;not books,not journals but ME. You see, what we are can be as a result of life’s literature but what we can be most certainly depends on our level of AUTHORSHIP(permit my grammar). There is someone out there who God has appointed as Editor,He or She must possess the ability to: Trust and Respect You. 

Though you Author YOU,you also know that when the story does or does not make sense,when you lose your PLOT,when the SCENE goes on and on and you dont know how to end it to start another one.Your Editor is there, does not condemn you or replace you. He or She takes your hand,take you to that place where you can be your silly,stupid,insecure,sometimes derailed self and draws out the perfect ending to that scene,recreate the plot,find the right language;your best. 

Come to think of it,your Editor first sees your manuscript,raw,unrefined,messy,coffe or tea stained(even soup sef),but he/she sees beyond those pages,he/she sees your STORY. 

He/she helps you to tell it better,so the world can applaud. Not You,but you and your Editor.
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