Monday 14 November 2011

THE IDEAL WOMAN



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The Ideal Woman

She doesn't go out looking,
but like diamonds,she's found by a man who's done some searching.
She puts nothing before her family
yet creates time to help the sick and lonely.


she treats motherhood as a gift
and not as something one gets as thrift.
She doesn't spend hours in front of the mirror,confirming her looks,
but spends time,improving herself with good books.

She won't open her legs to every man who calls her beautiful,
she'd give her heart to the one that's good and truthful.
To her kids, she's the best mother
and to the world, a fort in any stormy weather.

She makes her house a home
and her loving'd quell her man's decision to roam.
She don't need no clock to know the time,
cos to her being late is a crime.

No, you won't find her among women that gossip,
she works 9-5 and, loves her family and earns her keep.
She's more than a noun, she's a verb,
she's the one you read about in the book of proverb.

Some Ideal women raise their kids alone
cos some foolish man's heart's turned to stone.
She's not afraid to cry when she's sad
cos every tear counts when things start to go bad.

You see her on the streets, greeting everyone with a smile,
as she remembers when with her man, she walked down the aisle.
She's the woman everybody talks about,
the same one her man can't do without.

Her kids are always proud to talk about her...
Her man keeps a picture of her,even in his car.
She never in anger,raises her voice
cos sometimes in silence, you make your choice.

She's on facebook, behind my screen,
no, not the one laughing,the one with a grin.
She always remembers your birthday
cos if she's your friend, you're blessed in every way.

There're more than 10 ideal women on my page,
oh, they're all beautiful too,regardless of the age.
Every ideal woman deserves a good man,
every good man gets an ideal woman.
 

Sunday 13 November 2011

LETTER TO MY KIDS: Part 1



LETTER TO MY KIDS: Part 1

Dear Kids (Jason, Jane & Beyonce),

This is your daddy, Stanley Anukege. You can see me but I can't see ya'll yet cos I'm yet to meet your mother. It's the 13th of November and it's only 10:49pm and daddy's bored and looking at the skies,looking out for comets and just wanted to talk to you guys.

Now, I don't know who'd come first, second or third (don't tell your mum,but I 'd love for all of you to come at once or you can just come in pairs), but however ya'll decide to come, me and your mum'd love you as God loves me. Now, Jason, you need to know before you come down here that you MUST respect a woman, never hit her cos I'd never hit your mom. You also need to know that I waited long before I had sex and your mom's the only woman I'd ever love and she's gonna be my sole woman till God takes me or her. You should also never plan on being a baby daddy, just strive to be a good man and enjoy being called 'DAD' by your kids and kids by ONE woman.

Now, Jane, go get your sister Beyonce. I wanna speak to you two. I want ya'll to know that there are many men down here that never treats a woman right. There are many single mothers raising their families alone, but don't fret, I'd have a gun by the time you're both teenagers and would shoot any guy that tries to get you pregnant, unless he's put a ring on your finger and is ready to be a father. And again, your mum and I'd show you guys how marriage should be like.
I know you'd be both beautiful cos as I sit here looking up at stars, I know your mum'd be one beautiful woman and daddy aint so bad looking either. Many guys would tell you that you're as beautiful as their mums, but don't listen to them, their mums aint that fine, they all wanna get between your legs. But don't worry, Daddy's got a gun and the bible.
Your mum'd teach you girls how to cook and how to pray and daddy'd ensure that you go to good schools and become good women in the society.
I don't want you shaking your booty(close ur ears, that's not a word you should use) in any music video.

Now, kids, when ya'll come down here, we're all gonna be one happy family, we'd have a dog too and it'd have 3 names...ha..ha..
So many things I've got to tell you guys but Daddy's listening to some slow songs by some ladies called Jill Scott, Celine Dion and Adele (some day, ya'll would also get to listen to them) that's making him sleepy, some other night, I'd write ya'll another letter.
Now, Jason, hold your sisters, ya'll should go meet God, tell Him your dad's going through some hard times but he's gonna pull through by His grace. Don't forget to pray for your mum too.
When God takes one of daddy's ribs, ya'll should get ready cos it'd be time for one of you or all of you to come down here.
Some other time, kids.

Love.
 

Daddy

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Tuesday 8 November 2011

THEY KILLED MY DREAM BEFORE I WOKE UP

THEY KILLED MY DREAM BEFORE I WOKE UP

Night has come again,
I've lighted my candle....
I want to read, and the heat won't let me.
The president promised us fresh air,
now all we do is live in fear.
In this heat and darkness,
I can still dream.

So many evils holding us down,
Why must a few play with our future?
Every morning, I wake with a frown,
for a new day in Nigeria is starting to feel like torture.
But, still, I must wake.
I must shoot the leaders with my pen.
On every page and with every word,
I must get my country back.

No, drop your guns,
we're not at war.
Remove the barriers that divide us
let's bring our country back from hell's door.
Pick up your pens, put on your shoes!!
Let's storm their palaces
let's tear down the walls of hardship they've built around us.
Let's hit the streets with one voice,
telling them they only got one choice:
give us back our Nigeria,

Nigeria was beautiful once.
Now scars have marked her face.
She cries every night when her kids pray to God for a change.
Every new administration has raped her so bad she can barely stand.
Where are my brothers?
Where are my sisters?
Nigeria calls, let's obey.
She wails every night a child dies
and every morning our rights are abused.

Corruption has torn her clothes,
leaving her naked for the world to see.
Her breasts were full once,
now the milk of tomorrow has been sucked dry.
Oh!! She was rich too...
She had oils, she had fertile lands, she had precious minerals.
Now, a few control her wealth, leaving her children to go to bed with empty stomachs.

When I was 3, I'd look at her in my daddy's picture,
she was beautiful...like my mother.
Now at 25, she's so grotesque because of all the abuse she's been through.
The world says her children are the happiest.
Well, when you suffer and smile,
people tend to think you're happy.

In my dream for a new Nigeria,
I heard gun shots and bombs going off.
I smelt fear as her kids carried placards
and matched towards the military guns.
I saw her too...smiling through her pain,
cos she knew that soon, she'd have her beauty back.
Then, I woke up...with a bullet hole in my chest and a new Nigeria in my bed.
I looked at her and smiled.

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