The Guitar Player

Grabbing his stool and opening the box where he kept his priceless wooden charm, I knew it was going to be another amazing night, I stumbled across this place a few months ago and have been coming every day since, it wasn’t the food I was certain cause I never ate, it wasn’t the cocktails cause I only had water, it wasn’t the people nor was it the environment, it was him, his hands and the strings, and every single time they met was pure magic.

He barely said a word to the eager crowd as he sat on the stool and positioned himself to get the best out of his strings; he never sang, he never spoke too much, it was all about the music, he always had on a clean tee and worn out denim, a clean shave and hair kept low, he was simple just like his music, but as simple and as easy as it was, it was also complex, deep, pure, true, fresh, almost dreamy.

As he got ready to perform, he flashed a smiled that disappeared almost as quickly as it was formed. Then he began strumming, always starting soft with meaning and depth far beyond anything I have ever heard, the music came from a world no one knew but wanted desperately to be a part of.As he played on, striking the cords harder and with more passion, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to flow with this river of pleasure and peace; I became unaware of where I was and the people around me, felt like I was walking on clouds.

Each chord, each musical combination tugged at my heart strings, the music had no words in it, but I understood it perfectly, I knew what it was saying, I got every message it was trying to pass across, although everyone around me seemed to just be enjoying the melody, I heard it, it spoke clearly to me, it was a tale of love, undying love, the kind that never goes away, the one you never get over, the one you don’t want to forget, the one that thought you all you know, the one your grateful for.

I continued to bask in the euphoria of the music my lover created, the one he uses to speak to me, he kept going higher and higher using the chords as a stair way to a peak far beyond imagination, at this point my heart is pounding really fast and climbing with it.

And suddenly I hear cheering, I opened my eyes and realize it was over, the best five minutes of my day, people standing all over the room clapping and nodding their heads in approval, I just sat there looking straight at him pleased and satisfied, and for what seemed like eternity our eyes met and he nodded with an approving smile cause he knew I heard it all, every word even without him saying it.

As he walked off the stage I knew I was hooked, he was my drug, and I couldn’t wait to hear him speak to me again the next day, the way just us both understand………………..me and the guitar player.

A Good Kind of Void

It's quiet everywhere, no sound, no pressence, just me,
an unfamiliar teritory no record of prior existence.
I stand here alone, drained and incomplete,
a part missing, a piece lost, a vital one

Blank and unsure i stood, in a world i could not recognize
it all seemed new, different, almost exciting
if i could just take a few steps back and understand how i got here
nothing around here helped me remember
and i began to wonder, may be its for the best that i remain clueless

I saw this as an opportunity to piant another picture
one that would not be influenced by past circumstances and beliefs
one i could make my own, fashioned to suit the new world i have found myself in
drowning in the pool of possibilities i suddenly spotted something i think i recognize
and all of a sudden it made sense i remebered

It was a black spot on the wall, black i thought
as simple and as insignificant as it was it was the key to my memories
i recognized where i was standing and now i knew how i got here
placed before me was the map of my entire existence
and i realized the entire burden that came with it

The picture had no meaning
it screamed confusion and its components moved from one point to the other drawn by various forces
and for a split second i wished i didnt remember it

Unexpectedly, with the shame and regret i felt for my found memories, a smile formed on my face,
I was grateful for this realization
as my few minutes of emptiness and void helped me realize a fresh start was possible
one that could be fashioned to suit your abilities
and one i was willing to try in order to create a picture i ll be proud to display
one i'll live to remember.

From My heart

Drove home yesterday with tears rolling down my eyes, a very talented young man passed on, just approaching his peak, he ooze of energy and pure talent, uniqueness personified, adding spice and everything nice to the Music industry.
I sat in my car and wept, I wept for him, for his family, I wept for my colleague that got burnt in his house trying to save his family, fire that started as a result of a faulty generator, he survived for a couple of days and died of infections and poor attention, I wept for my safety, for my family, for my country, poor health care facilities, poor emergency response, poor security…..poor everything….
Suddenly I stopped crying, my heart hardened, the pain in my blood shot eyes was visible, the hatred I felt made my skin burn up, it ends now, enough is enough, I am not going to cry no more, I am not going to sit and do nothing, I am not going to say “oh this is Nigeria”, not it is not, we are special, we are blessed, we are good people and we deserve the best, we deserve to be happy, we deserve to live happy in the land of our fathers, but instead we suffer, we thrive, we strain, and we are cursed with leaders that have no concern and take this authority as their birth right, we live under fear and constraint like a shaved polar bear in the arctic we suffer in our own home.
But it isn’t going to be like this anymore cause we have the power to affect our environment, we have the power to make the change we have the power to stop this, you have your vote, you have your voice, you have your space, you have your peers, we have each other and we going to stop this.
For the sake of those that have lost their lives trying to survive in this conditions, Daniel taiwo, Dagrin, Aunty alice, and all the prominent Nigerians that have lost their lives in this fight, we have to vow to make a change, we have the power to pick those we want, the leaders that will serve the people and ensure that we live in our home in safety and happiness…..
No more deaths, no more pain, no more suffering….we tired and it ends now, take a good look around your fancy offices, your mansions and inheritance gotten from the blood of innocent Nigerians, those are your last purchases and merchandise, from now on only those who deserve to be there would be.

The -ING

Me in my MI moments, do hope you enjoy this.......

I sit here thinking

Image of you in the distance got me squinting

Your coming closer i can hear myself breathing

Cant move or do nothing

Like in sub zero temps i feel like am freezing

Heart feels like paper thats ripping

Its really you Now am believing

In your arms i feel like am living

Trapped in this love there is no escaping

Though it feels fast i know your the real thing

Forever and always is what will be saying

Smiling to myself now, thinking of your loving

We look so good people are hating

Wondering, Praying, Hoping will be ending

But our love na ti ti lai lai dont die waiting

Although sometimes i might be fronting

But you know i am worth the long thing

It's not always nice and shining

As sometimes the weather would be gloomy and probly raining

But through it all we come out stronger, surviving

Any and everything that we've been battling

you complete me and i'm not just saying

its the truth and me you'll forever be having

Not scoping or just Wording, its for real and i hope your believing.....!

676 Tweets and Counting

Joined Twitter a couple of weeks ago, for fun basically didnt know what to expect thought it was just another social networking site, and i was bored with the current one i was in, so i was like what the heck and i joined.

676 tweets into it i knew for a certain that it was one of the best choices i have made, although it has its own bad sides like been addicitve, it also comes with a lot of pecks, i met totally awesome people., who have become more like family now.

Tej: who is mature, and sweet and seems to have the right words to say at all times

Jade: adorable and crazy, very caring and not afraid to be herself, and a serious smarty pants although shes no geek.

Two of them stand out amognst several other people that have touched me with thier tweets from now and then.

Its such a fantastic world, we have the gossips and rumour mongers, as well as the randomos, we have the cuties and the not so cutie, the gbagauns composers and the gbagaun police, we have the possible dinners and the please stop following, groupies and stalkers, new friends and not so new friends.

words of wisdom, things to laff at, bubbles and smiley faces, celebrities you care alot about, its a beautiful world constructed by a couple of lines, as simple as it sounds its refreshing, its real, least to an extent, a public diary, a learning space, and a hub of great minds.

A pure example of the basic fact that "things are better out, than in"..............love me Tworld

My Man

I am starting to think that he doesn’t really exist; he might just be a figment of my imagination because he is too good to be true.

He stands tall amongst his equals, towering above them like the New York skyline, with poise and dexterity he takes on his business, he is driven and very determined, and his whole existence revolves around his faith and strong belief.

He sees good in everything and is not easily put down, he is bold and faces everything that comes his way with courage and determination, he never sees failure, for even when things don’t go according to plan he finds his way back to his path with a firm understanding of life and its happenings, and a trolley load of lessons and experiences for future references.

He speaks words of wisdom, words people always want to hear, he is knowledgeable beyond limits, he strikes an even balance between logic, faith and heart, and is good at everything he touches, he takes responsibility for his actions and is willing to learn from people beneath and above him, he sees all in the same light and doesn’t discriminate.

He is tough and also sensitive, shoulders stretched like the walls of china which gives him a strong presence and yet used to support all he loves, a belly like ridges, eyes full of love and truth, strong hands that are still tender enough to show love, and a big heart filled with forgiveness, patience, and understanding

As good as he sounds he has a lot of imperfections, which he recognizes and battles with daily in order to be the person he needs to be for the people he cares the most about, he is selfless and loving, optimistic beyond understanding, and smart enough to realize the distance to which the physical can take you and when its time to cross over to the spiritual.

Although many may disagree, to me he is flawless, and perfect, I swell with pride when he walks into a room, he is a rare treasure, a blessing from God placed in my life not because I deserve it but because he loves me beyond limit.

It All Started Today

Today in the capital of my country Nigeria, young people from all backgrounds and all works of life, put a hold on thier needs and selfish desires and thier ability to run wild and free without a care in the world to focus on the needs of their people.

Today it was one voice, one goal, one desire, to say "enough is enough" to the injustice going on amongst our leaders, to the unlawful killing of women and children in Jos, to the poor electricity supply and shortage of fuel, in a country that lives on it as a major export item, today it was all about showing the government that we are not going to sit back anymore and let them disgrace us, and limit our future through their own mistakes.

From their comfort zone, they fled, with trembling a shocked expression, they are awake they thought to themselves, they have realized their power, they have come together irrespective of their backgrounds and ethnic diversity.........yes we have.

Today we broke through armed men, through baricades, through all obstacles, we feared nothing and no one, but our future, for we know that without a change our generation and those to come would not enjoy the true benefits of democracy.

Today we made them fear us, we made them know we are awake, today we made them know that thier days are number, today we marked the end of all schemes and lies, today we made them sweat, today we made them doubt, today we reminded them that we put them there and we can take them out, today they realized that their faith is on our hand.

Although they fled like a prey, we let them go, we let them run and hide, we let them take time out to reconsider, cause the next time they see us they would not be able to run, there will be no where to hide, and the will be no mercy, for disgrace and anguish would be the price of the unrepentant.

It all started today, today is the begining of thier end, and the birth of a new people,

Today we take over.......

The Guitar Player

Grabbing his stool and opening the box where he kept his priceless wooden charm, I knew it was going to be another amazing night, I stumbled across this place a few months ago and have been coming every day since, it wasn’t the food I was certain cause I never ate, it wasn’t the cocktails cause I only had water, it wasn’t the people nor was it the environment, it was him, his hands and the strings, and every single time they met was pure magic.

He barely said a word to the eager crowd as he sat on the stool and positioned himself to get the best out of his strings; he never sang, he never spoke too much, it was all about the music, he always had on a clean tee and worn out denim, a clean shave and hair kept low, he was simple just like his music, but as simple and as easy as it was, it was also complex, deep, pure, true, fresh, almost dreamy.

As he got ready to perform, he flashed a smiled that disappeared almost as quickly as it was formed. Then he began strumming, always starting soft with meaning and depth far beyond anything I have ever heard, the music came from a world no one knew but wanted desperately to be a part of.

As he played on, striking the cords harder and with more passion, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to flow with this river of pleasure and peace; I became unaware of where I was and the people around me, felt like I was walking on clouds.

Each chord, each musical combination tugged at my heart strings, the music had no words in it, but I understood it perfectly, I knew what it was saying, I got every message it was trying to pass across, although everyone around me seemed to just be enjoying the melody, I heard it, it spoke clearly to me, it was a tale of love, undying love, the kind that never goes away, the one you never get over, the one you don’t want to forget, the one that thought you all you know, the one your grateful for.

I continued to bask in the euphoria of the music my lover created, the one he uses to speak to me, he kept going higher and higher using the chords as a stair way to a peak far beyond imagination, at this point my heart is pounding really fast and climbing with it.

And suddenly I hear cheering, I opened my eyes and realize it was over, the best five minutes of my day, people standing all over the room clapping and nodding their heads in approval, I just sat there looking straight at him pleased and satisfied, and for what seemed like eternity our eyes met and he nodded with an approving smile cause he knew I heard it all, every word even without him saying it.

As he walked off the stage I knew I was hooked, he was my drug, and I couldn’t wait to hear him speak to me again the next day, the way just us both understand………………..me and the guitar player.