Olúwafèyíṣarámi

Months ago I took a stand to move on with my life. I found in u the basis of my loving in the first place. You r all that makes me glow. Your love o Lord keeps me alive...I just realize how I do not see it and often forget to take note. You r all that I need. You r enough for me. I always felt that my moving on would spur him on to do the same. But from his words, I see that he has to make up his own mind. I decided to remove the basis of our 'relationship'. If there is no question of relationship, would things not change? Why does something that seem so simple be so complicated? All we want to try to do is be cordial or at least be friends. For him, he needed to take a journey and I was glad he was going that route. Not for me. For him. For me, I just want to bask in this love divine. And I have been doing just that. The old has gone, the new is here yet grew wings and flew away, gutless. So now, I realize that the major thing is to understand the reasons behind meeti...

Feed on it and swallow hook, line and sinker That u do not miss me. Look around u and then try to lie to yourself Just lie some more. You have my name scribbled all over your walls, My scent, all over your nose, my laughter ringing in ur ears, My kiss, a memory u won't forget so soon... My cooking, my recipes; My sweetness, my uniqueness My taste, exquisite; My creative skills, one in a billion. Look around My darlin, And try lying some more.. U know deep down like I know you, Oh hell, u r going to miss me! I am too awesome to be discarded. You r just too proud to admit it And too damn big headed to bow. But then, maybe its a little more than that. It's a battle of wills.

This world I come from makes things a lot difficult especially where love matters are concerned. I come from a community of people that one of our watchwords is order. We want to do things the way it really should be done; the way the father would have us do it- that it may yield the result he alone had promised. The last time I wrote in this journal, I said a lot about my fight. Yes. And the war has started. and going exactly as it should. Its just in the bid to get me back separated only unto my father. To have a distinct identity of my own and not attached to anyone. Well, this is the plan. This is how it should be. But my internal turmoil remains. Its not that there are no emotions involved. There is one I truly love but if only he could fight with me or for me. If only someone; just one person could see this and do that for me...and if only this person could be u. If only. So even though I pray and hope for a miracle to happen, I have to step off the scene, behind the whole d...

Trying doesn't mean transformation. For the love of the good And the knowledge of the bad. Our minds struggle to be in good books. Weighing consistently that one outweighs the other. Beauty comes from the heart; So does defilement. If He doesn't change the heart, Our change is not whole And our wound unhealed. In time, We either see the pus of self Or the scars of grace.

This world I come from makes things a lot difficult especially where love matters are concerned. I come from a community of people that one of our watchwords is order. We want to do things the way it really should be done; the way the father would have us do it- that it may yield the result he alone had promised. The last time I wrote in this journal, I said a lot about my fight. Yes. And the war has started. and going exactly as it should. Its just in the bid to get me back separated only unto my father. To have a distinct identity of my own and not attached to anyone. Well, this is the plan. This is how it should be. But my internal turmoil remains. Its not that there are no emotions involved. There is one I truly love but if only he could fight with me or for me. If only someone; just one person could see this and do that for me...and if only this person could be u. If only. So even though I pray and hope for a miracle to happen, I have to step off the scene, behind the whole d...

Woke up this Thursday morning, feeling groovy with myself. Wore a sexy little number and did my makeup. Packed up a little bag and headed out. It was supposed to be a solo outing...pulling all the crazy stunts on my own but it ended up being just a tad more than that. Heard there was a trade fair on going on the Island. In order to beat traffic, I headed out early enough and yes, I did beat traffic. The trade fair was quite fun...strolling through the stalls almost getting lost in the crowd...it was fun. I just wish I had a little more money on me. I would have gotten the cute set of knives for my kitchen. As it was, I didn't get it. Went around the whole complex like twice or thrice...can't really tell cos I got lost many times and had to get my bearing again and again. Afterward, I had to visit my ex, who is also still a good friend of mine. Business things. Talked over lunch and the only sensible thing I got from our discussion was the complement he gave me. I remember t...

Don't be fooled by the mask I wear. If only wishes were horses,Lord alone knows how far I would have ridden and definitely not solo. I fly solo only because you don't have the guts to ride with me. Laughing. Or maybe its just me afraid to make a fool of me all over again. Don't be fooled by my nonchallance. I may seem too quick to dismiss things but that's only because its safer to replay and savour it when I'm all alone without your eyes taking it all in. Don't get me wrong. I enjoy being with you and watching your eyes crinkle on the sides when you laugh but its a terrain all to familiar. Too much so that I'm afraid to be the fool. Don't be fooled that I'm a fool. Maybe I am but I'm no one's fool but mine. In spite of my trying not to be a fool, I still may not have been able to contain it enough not to be all over you. Even then, that don't make me your fool, dog. I may love you a little wee too much but I aint gonna breakdown unless...