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Call Me Back

So there I was sitting on the rug in room wondering why my fridge was void of food and why the shops were all closed and it wasn’t even 10.00 p.m. yet and I got this beautiful voice note. I was touched about how much someone wanted to read something written by me.

Well today on Poems&Quotes I will post something written by someone who was inspired by my post titled Here Is To Us. I was so excited when I got the mail and promised to post it. She tags it ‘Call Me Back‘. Enjoy!!!

 

Dear G,

I sit here wondering what is wrong with me.

I thought this will be much more easier but it isn’t. Being this forward, being this bold . . . It is so unlike me, it is not what I am used to. But I did this, I caused this, so I must fix it.

All you wanted was to hear my voice but I was too busy to take your call,

You had that surprise day all planned out, but movies were more important than your call.

He isn’t worthy of you, you know you are better than this, don’t be easy, he doesn’t even have a car . . . these and many more where shot down my ears and for a moment I listened. I have regretted that moment ever since.

I miss your text messages, I miss you, I am sorry I played impossible to get, I am sorry I didn’t appreciate your effort, I am sorry.

Please Call me back.

– Chi

 

Chi I really hopes he calls you back. I love good ending to a love story. So guys I will do this once every month. You can send your message for that special person to me via fadarated@gmail.com and I promise to post. Cheers

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Life Line

It is another lovey duvey session on Poems&Quotes day. This song was written by a young guy trying to get his girlfriend back. By the way … He did get her back.

I didn’t mean to bruise your heart
I’m so sorry it drove us this far apart
Drowning in a sea full of tears
I thought we could’ve lasted for years
And I still do, wanna live my life with you

So throw me, throw me a lifeline baby
Say that I’m really sorry, pick up the phone.
and Show me, show me you really want me
Hold me, love me, need me
Don’t wanna make this climb

People change and I can try,
Expectations I will defy
Girl I’m begging on my knees
Come on, come on baby please

By Ruben Gray

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Here Is To Us

So on #Poem&Quote day I decided to write a little something. Sometimes we just want to express ourselves but pride, ego, shyness, fear holds us back. I hope this inspires someone to send that message, write that letter, make that phone call…

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It is hard for me to say this but here I am. After all my stalking and sublime messages to you. I never thought in my wildest dreams . . .

I guess that’s why it hurts we are so far apart, the distance is so hard atimes. I guess that’s why it hurts we both have a passion for cooking. For with every meal I want to see your smile as you taste every spoonful. It hurts coz I feel I can’t treat you the way I should, because you deserve it and I wish I could.

Despite my efforts I fell for you. Despite what is termed ‘logical reasoning’ I keep thinking of you, when I eat, when I work, when I read . . . Even when I write these words to you.

So here is me taking your advice. I have stopped fighting it. I am going with the flow. And what happens? Well I am excited to see.

So here is to you, here is to me, here is to us.

Cheers

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Supermarket Flowers

I have a friend who lost someone very dear. I can’t imagine what my friend is going through and I don’t know how to be there for my friend. Then I stumbled on this song by Ed Sheeran and I had to share.

 

 I took the supermarket flowers from the windowsill
I threw the day-old tea from the cup
Packed up the photo album Matthew had made
Memories of a life that’s been loved. Took the “Get Well Soon” cards and stuffed animals
Poured the old ginger beer down the sink
Dad always told me, “Don’t you cry when you’re down.”
But, mum, there’s a tear every time that I blinkOh, I’m in pieces. It’s tearing me up but I know
A heart that’s broke is a heart that’s been loved
So, I’ll sing Hallelujah,
You were an angel in the shape of my mum
When I fell down you’d be there holding me up
Spread your wings as you go
And when God takes you back
He’ll say, “Hallelujah, you’re home.”

 

I fluffed the pillows, made the beds, stacked the chairs up
Folded your nightgowns neatly in a case
John said he’d drive, then put his hand on my cheek
And wiped a tear from the side of my face

And I hope that I see the world as you did ’cause I know. A life with love is a life that’s been lived

So, I’ll sing Hallelujah,
You were an angel in the shape of my mum
When I fell down you’d be there holding me up
Spread your wings as you go, when God takes you back
He’ll say, “Hallelujah, you’re home.”

Hallelujah,
You were an angel in the shape of my mum
You got to see the person I have become
Spread your wings and I know
That when God took you back, he said, “Hallelujah, you’re home.”

 

To everyone reading this that has lost someone; a father, a mother, a brother, a sister, a friend . . . Never be afraid to think of them, remember them, let the good memories envelop you, let their words of advice sink in, be thankful for them and know that it is well. And when you feel down, believe that when God took them back, he said, “Hallelujah, you’re home”.

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O Man, Thou art not allowed . . .

You want me to woo you, chase you, tease you, yet you give me just a few minutes of attention,

You want sweet morning text massages, continuous calls and replies to all your chats but no warm text message back, spaced out calls and my replies I have to wait for,

You want me to prove myself, fight for your love, win your trust . . .

 

“It is the fun in the chase” She says,

“I wouldn’t want to come off cheap” She say,

O man, though art not allowed to complain.

 

You dies out of a sickness/accident/mishap, you that bore me. Leaving me to fend for my younger ones, leaving me in this cold world,

You demand my toil, my sweat, my blood for your success and yet insult me, cut my pay diminish me.

You say it is the man’s duty, you mock me in my struggle, you compare me to friends and colleagues  . . .

“You be man” they say,

“You gats chest am” they say,

O man, though art not allowed to cry.

 

We have emotions,

We hurt,

We require attention,

We cry,

We are human, not some muscle built robot oblivious to pain and untouched by a lack of affection. We are imperfect, we are humane and yes we might have egos but in truth it dies in the presence of those we love.

So,

Text back,

Call often,

Tell us those sweet mushy things,

Believe in us, care for us, trust us.

For whether we like it or not, the society will always say “O man, thou art not allowed . . .

 

I know there are players and scums but there are still guys that care, that are nice, that feel. Don’t judge your next with your ex, don’t assume guys don’t feel anything. They may not show it but they do. This is for the good guys. 

– Anonymous Nigerian

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I weep

I look out into the broad streets,

I see the sorry grief.

The crying child in torn uniform,

The student and job seeker walking in sad unison.

The frustrated traffic warden barking orders,

Taxis, motor bikes and car owners shouting at each other.

I can’t help the tear drop rolling down my face.

 

I look at our politicians fighting each other on the TV,

Students being chased home from school by their VC.

The president sick and unable to rule,

Law makers to busy looting to bother about you.

Rights forgotten, suffering begotten, violence unending,

Oh Lord how do we mend this?

I can’t help the tear drop rolling down my face.

 

I weep for those who are overlooked for jobs because they have no connections,

I weep for youths who resort to theft, kidnapping and drugs because they feel they “are not good enough”.

I weep for the downfall of the economy and our lack of effort to make it better.

I weep for my country to whom much was bestowed.

– Anonymous

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I Apologise

I came across this 4+ minute video clip, an interview of David D-Black Roberts and I was blown away and needed to share it here. Please forgive the transcript errors people. Read and enjoy.

“I Apologize”

I apologize for being a rapper that flood your airwaves with songs that depraves your kids minds making them mental slaves.

I apologize for writing rhymes about crimes never committed, selling drugs, busting guns, prisons never been in.

I apologize for promoting companies lacking respect for me. stretching out their demographics, increasing their currency.

I apologize for demeaning women when some of y’all don’t deserve it. Prostituting y’all on waxes is a means to making a profit.

I apologize for exploiting my hood when I should be explaining it. Using it as a stepping stone when I should be saving it.

I apologize for giving the N-word heavy rotation. Instead of lifting the minds of the masses I am satisfying investors.

But see . . . . . .

I got this A&R saying if I don’t write songs like this he ain’t gonna sign me. and y’all black folks is bootlegging and downloading so what you going about, spare me.

And plus I got seeds to feed and y’all ain’t buying enough copies, but this white kids get a kick outta black negativity. So I assemble on tracks manifest. Coz the black companies can’t offer what these white ones is paying me.

So for an MTV Crib and a chance at luxury, I close my third eye, compromising my dignity. Like y’all females dancing to my number one songs and misogyny.

Rhythmic masochist, gyrating to degradation, souls missing something like single parent housing. Now you know why today’s black youths is unbalanced.

Say hello to our future gang members or corner drug dealers, listening to me, Mike Jones or Jim Jones trying to figure out who is a better father figure.

And our streets is ruptured. Black leaders crossed over selling out our structures to development vipers and our black doctors and lawyers moved out to greener pastures.

No more role models. They left out with the Cosby season, making us fans and victims of these misguided elders spewing the word ‘nigga’ with lousy explanations, y’all are taking us backwards with reigns pulp friction but you call me black-xploitation.

I’m just a sound on a radio station that y’all keep demanding so who’s fault really is this?

I’m from that part of America where genocide thrives as my neighbor. As best as when I wake up, hearing sirens when I slumber.

But now I’m a Stafford wife, stepping affections for my masters, strings pulled by my backers.

But regardless of these factors . . . . .

I’m the one in control of my actions . . . . .

And I should still know better . . . . .

So . . . . .

I Apologize

Have you ever thought about it before? Hope it gives you something constructive to think about. If you would like to watch the video for yourself Click Here. Check him out via my space. Have a fabulous week guys.

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High on Words

A friend wrote this piece on Facebook. He was gracious to let me repost it here. He didn’t title it so I gave it a name alot of people used while commenting in the comment box . . . “High on words“.

Enjoy

I love the smell of whiskey and vodka
Tempted to test it
I see the rise of religion against me
I miss my grandma’s burukutu
I miss the feel and smell
I miss the bubbles as well
And now that whiskey calls
I won’t pretend when I heed the call
I won’t be hypocrite- without balls
I love CHRIST
One greater than the temple
I’m greater than both whiskey and my belly
Test not, handle not
Things to perish with it’s using
Ain’t we greater than these lifeless laws?
I’m beyond the power of elements
So when religion judges
I laugh at their attempts to incarcerate a freeman
I drinkard in the Spirit
No excess wine
I speak glorious tongues
Wine of vine divine
I love whiskey smells
And how vodka feels
But ain’t their prisoner.

– Richard Abutu.

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Your Worth

It is all about self worth today. Are you holding on to something or someone because you care? Afraid that if you let got they may not comeback? Do you doubt how valuable you are? I hope these words give you some perspective.

“Two things you will never have to chase: True friends & true love.”
Mandy Hale

“When you think this pain is all you deserve, you are right. You are the only one that can decide how long you will walk in hell.”
Shannon L. Alder

I don’t know why we hang on to something we know we are better off letting go of. it’s like we are scare to lose what we don’t really have. Some of us say we would rather have something than absolutely nothing. but the truth is, to have it half way is harder than not having it at all.

― Meredith Grey

Never beg anyone for the things you know you deserve. The right person will give you everything you deserve and everything you didn’t know about

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