marriage


Today is my 4th wedding anniversary , but we are going through a financially challenging time, so my husband and I both agreed not to spend any money on gifts for each other so I wasn't expecting anything special for today. To my surprise, when I came downstairs this morning, I found a bouquet of the most beautiful wild flowers that my husband had picked from a near by field at 6am. What a thoughtful and beautiful gift!

GENUINE AFFECTION


It’s about that time I usually bid my day a bye with a sigh of satisfaction escaping my closed lips. It doesn’t actually escape, it involuntarily sets itself free. The day has been long and tiring and trying to cope with Eve’s misdemeanor. She is the first of our species to find out that all that glitters are illegal or unworthy. The whole humanity now is painfully toiling in order to pluck the fruits and accord hunger a decent send off.

I slide my tired body, carefully, as if it hurt or afraid to disturb a nocturnal creature who had made a sojourn in my bed, inside my sheets. Relief greeted me, accompanied by a muted sigh as the mind went back to the parting day, assessing the successes and the pitfalls that came along. Lessons appeared triumphant.

The day is never a day-well-spent when you do not wish a dearly beloved a good night. I have had trouble many mornings preceding the nights I slept without bidding her a good night. I forget on purpose (ask any man) but the questions you get the morning after only allow her to make assumptions because I have never answered them satisfactorily. Now am thinking of her. She has brought the real meaning of living, the real feel of love. She genuinely adores me and I do more than her.

As a fumbled with the keys of my phone, trying to mix words, in a bid to come up with a deep poem for her, the phone rang. I smiled as I read ‘sweetheart’ as I had saved her. The ringtone helped increase the pace of my heartbeat. It was a song that drove her to the point of ecstasy, of course after me. So many times she rang me, often when I am trying to text her, or when am reaching for my phone to call her. Love brings forth pleasant coincidence, the kind that you want to happen every day.

I really love her. The joy of my life is to see her happy always. I don’t anything or anybody to harm her because I’m her soldier ready to fight every war that life pit against us. Distance though has robbed us the chance to show the affection eye to eye, hold each other close and our breathes being swallowed by our silent whispers heard far away. She is the realest thing I hold with utmost care like a treasure.

I picked up the phone and her soft voice drove me to world that surpassed the abundance of the bliss heaven had on offer. She tickled me into frenzy with an unsettling sensation going through my body like a ripple. I wanted her there and then. If the urge would have enabled men to grow wings I would have been the first one after Daedalus and Icarus, from the tales we read while growing up.

I listened as she talked making her know I was paying attention. Silence sometimes prompts one to make an inquiry if they are speaking alone or otherwise. What’s more beautiful than being missed by somebody you love? What’s the most awesome thing in the world than being important to somebody and being treasured more than you do to your own self? It’s a feeling that transcends everything.

The lengthy talk is always brought to a denouement by good night wishes and the sweet dreams. The byes aren’t my cup of tea. I always conclude a conversation with a ‘take care’. I never know why but I always want her to great care not dream of nightmares.

As the sound of the phone hanging up came through, I was plunged into my own world. I stared at the text I was about to send; my sweetheart, you are a rare being in the world for showing me what it means to love and I will give you my genuine affection…….it sounds like a teenage love letter but that was the message I intended to pass her, plus a couple of hugs and kisses, toppling with I love you. I drifted off holding my phone.

I woke up in the morning to find everything deleted except GENUINE AFFECTION on the text. I smiled knowing there was more truth than those two words.

story of love

My fiance Randy and I met almost a year ago. He is a truck driver and is gone for at least two weeks at a time. We met online and within 2 weeks he came to my state to meet me. What was supposed to be just two friends meeting turned into love at first sight for me. As soon as I got out of my car and hugged him for the first time, I knew he was my future! We have been together ever since. We have gone through some issues early on that most couples don't encounter until much later in their relationship, if at all and we have overcome them all and have come through even stronger. When he comes home after being gone for two weeks, we lock ourselves away from the world in the truck and we can't be separated , not even for a moment. We spend the next few days just lost in each others arms. He has made me candle lit dinners in the truck parked at our favorite lake. We hold each other non-stop over the next few days and we never let go. Nothing else matters except our love for each other.

Tuesday, 11 February 2014

INVERSE ORDER OF PRIORITIES


Of the many mornings I have risen, none has ever been any glamourous. I wake up dejected wishing almost all the time I could sleep some more. Sometimes I get carried away by the sweet morning snap. It makes my dreams look like a joke, it makes it inverse but with my consent. I call it an inverse order of priorities.
At various stages of growing up, I have had needs that stood high on my list of priorities. Anybody can attest to this. Each day has its own needs to be met, growing inversely with every year. As a kid nothing matters except anything that made one giggle. Sweets and candies were all I wanted.
Now I am a grown up. This hasn’t made me any wiser. I have dreams that I should make a priority.  Seldom do I find time to pursue them. The irony in this is I find limitless time to mull over my inability to rise and go after them. Or worse still find more than enough time to think of all the flashy things I would buy with them cash. That’s an inverse of what life should be.
The vast world reveals to me that am never alone. There are plenty of people who fulfill with so much ease desires that are in essence detrimental to their own health. You can find a man dead drunk, spending all his earnings on liquor, while his family starves. He drunk on an empty stomach and the bones are ghastly protruding from his pale skin. Soon his family shall shelve the need for food to cater for his health, an uphill task.
Life becomes a reality once people love. It is said that it’s better to love and lose than not to love at all. Some of us including me have had to bear the burden of being unwanted. When I talk of unwanted it is not from anybody, it is easy to come to terms from that if it’s just anybody. I did plunge into an abyss of despondency, asking why I was going through heartbreak and not anybody else. I was good, as good as no man but ended up losing the one my heart treasured the most. Then my priorities took an inverse. I mulled over a love gone, revisiting all the memories we made and failed to recognize the moments that I should have truly lived−the present. I was sad all the time, not giving a thought the person that made me sad was probably on cloud nine somewhere on this world, not giving a damn of my grief. Then life was all about her, living a present that was a mirage, an inverse of what a man should truly live.
I realized I wasn’t going to be happy if I didn’t make an outline of things that added value to me. Then I drew all things that made me happy and vowed to visit it when I wanted to make a choice. I didn’t have to give my time to some shit anymore because everything was clear and there never a need to fulfill those weird desires.
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LOVE POEMS

I COULD BUT LOVE YOU*

The days gone by hold memories

So much of all those nice stories

Stories of our lives thereafter

Punctuated by your sweet laughter



Walking, talking under the starlit sky

Smiling silently without knowing why

Silent though we got so much to say

Assured that tomorrow would be okay



I love you so much my sweetheart

Like the abundance of sand in a desert

So is my love for you, so real and true

I want to live forever just for you



In the horizon the sun's just turned red

And my tomorrow is but a dread

If by your own, you won't be there

I will die, there won't be any air



*THE AMAZING FEELING*

The buzz of the phone beckons you attention

It's the love of your life trying to reach you

Friends have gotten tired of their mention

Their presence in this world gets you through

Long and stressful days just as the nights

On dark nights they are the light



It's an amazing feeling to find true love

It carries you way beyond imaginable lands

Swifter than the carrier doves

Infinite but it can fit in your hands

The amazing feeling of true adoration

Surpasses everything worth admiration



*BEHIND YOUR EYES*

Sometimes am caught in a day dream

Dreaming of a dream I live everyday

It's been like this since I saw you

You beauty enslaved my imagination

The glitter in your eyes captured me



Every morning I wake up

It's your pretty face that's my alarm

Telling to rise up to see you

You are a true meaning of perfection

Forever I will be glad that are in my life



I wanna have your heart forever

Coz I've given you mine

Do the best with that you can

For you are so perfect

This love is the realest of al I've known



*I SEE ME IN YOUR EYES*

Like rose petals in the morning bloom

You sweep my feet off the ground

And I fly, fly like little bird making no sound

Am flying to get a kiss from you

Your embrace, the next best thing

After the gearless all night embrace

I see the meaning of life in your eyes

I see me and you skin to skin every night

I see life unfolding in your eyes

I see love-true love



*IMMUNE TO HEARTACHE *

I'm staring at the emptiness you absence accords me

It's like all those days when I could fantasies about you

My breath being taken away by what I could see

But your absence is forever, I hoped you were true



I didn't think there would be a day when I could ask you to stay

And that would be asking too much of your precious time

Now I struggle to go through my days trying to keep you at bay

Often I fail, every time, coz forgetting you feels inhumane- a crime



For once in my life I realized what it means to be in love

It means to wait for someone to break your heart while holding on

It means being immune to all things that fall from above

Coz that may hold you from going on straight from dawn