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Black diamonds and pearls

 

Visualize my love for you

I wonder if I’m the only girl

I don’t have time for the fantasies

of a fairytale love broadcasted along the way

Real love I want and searching for

My king sprinkled with the magic dust of pleasing attentiveness

I want out of this fantasy love and I shall settle for sweet love and real bliss

 

 

 

Jamming to this popular r n b song “Real Love” by Mary J Blige, it truly takes us there.  We can visualize what a real love should be like…taste like

Aren’t you tired of men or women playing with your mind?

The game is over and you deserve a touchdown with someone who can fully handle your heart

How many of you can actually say that real love still exists?

Jamming to this popular R n B song of the all time 90′s Mary J Blige takes us there!

REAL LOVE

So we can visualize what a real love should be like…taste like.  Aren’t you tired of men or women playing with your mind… the game is over and you deserve a touchdown with someone who can fully handle your heart

How many of you can actually say that real love still exists?

Make sure when you are dating, you can quickly distinguish a real love versus FANTASIES!

Now Let me get back to singing “Real Love” By Mary J

 

Lady P

 

 

And is it the pain of not finding peace, solutions to problems of living life at a standard you can stand, being with yourself or being 2% of Romney’s 47%, labeled unemployed and collecting unemployment? Non-productive you say, but all your life you’ve worked hard, played hard enough to appreciate ballers in this camp. Although, your presence with them was short lived. You’ve written about the façade of their hearts and dreamed of their wealth sleeplessly. Now, you’re sleeping on your skills, studying your words instead of God’s and sending yourself on a quest to beg some laureate for validation (an action you’ve considered as a form of S&M). Yet, you feel you need someone with literary creds, some university professor, Pulitzer prize or any literary award winner to tell you what you want to hear.  Looking for them to make your hair grow on the back end of your thoughts and e-turning the pages of your life.  You’re convinced it will take a renowned author to carry your work to a preverbal throne that won’t flush.  Can’t flush away any of your ideas or written works you’ve bled onto your iPad, the only sanitary napkin that can hold your soul’s blood stains and shared on other napkins. You wipe away the baited breath from your mouth, trying to hide thoughts of it being over, the end of crying out to validate what you’ve done, but its done, it’s out there. You’ve prostrated before all to see, naked in your right mind.  And now the search is over, too tired of being scared to hear you’re good enough. So you bleed on a street corner. You tell your stories and sell shit out of a trunk, because you know and believe every now and then, the blood will clot. You’ve come to an understanding that your muse is your faith. You can do this! You’re good, even great and not because your words have walked up and down harlem Streets, serengeti Plains in montclair, ave A, or a voice originating out of the boogie Down, but because someone and someone else and another somebody listened and Sally Field-ed you. So you write the book with performance pieces; you write like a motherfucker! And no other can do what you do.  As long as you’re still unsatisfied, just to keep from going crazy like Maxwell, you wanna throw a fist full of tears but they be tears of joy.  Cause with or without the critics, the prizes or recognition, you can write! And someone, somewhere and some more somebodies will feel like you can make it reign.

 

(Note: caps left out of locations—part of my signature)

 

Flowrite

 

For everything that exists on earth, there is a reason and a purpose for it. When God created Adam, he had a purpose for his life; sometime later he created Eve so as to keep Adam’s company so as to avoid him being lonely; that was her purpose of her existence. Therefore, for everything God has created, there is always a hidden purpose behind it. Purpose of existence is likened to the destination of a traveler  If the destination remains unknown to the traveller, everything turns out to be a waste of time, energy, life and resources.

Therefore, for every MAN existing on earth today, there is a purpose for which you were created. HAVE YOU DISCOVERED IT YET? This is a question we all need to ask ourselves because if we don’t have an answer to it there is no how we can best fit in to solve the world’s problem. Your purpose on earth is a solution to the cries of millions, answer to several mysteries in life. If the purpose is not discovered and operated in, then such person’s existence is a waste of time, resources and life.

A traveller who leaves home without a destination ends up being confused because at every junction, it appears to him that he has reached his destination whereas he hasn’t. On the contrary, a traveller with a known destination will know exactly where it is and won’t be confused on where he is going.

The most important and foremost step to take in life is discovering the purpose of your existence so as to operate in it and to avert wasting of time, resources and energy at a stationary point. To discover your purpose of existence, you have to stay connected with your creator. DISCOVER YOUR PURPOSE TODAY SO AS TO BE FULFILLED

 

 

Written by; FATOLA AYODEJI ‘TOBI

Fiercely approaching were the storms of Life,

Lives being consumed therein,

Destinies being cut short,

Wailing in every corner of the tunnel,

In the middle of this, I decided never to give up

Until I get to the end of the tunnel

To behold the light at its end.

 

As i ran along in the tunnel,

With the fear of being consumed by the approaching storm raging within,

I heard thousands of voices crying out to me to give up the run,

For I could never beat the approaching storm,

Seeing the young and the old crying out; I decided to succumb

And give in…….

Just as the storm was getting nearer,

I heard a voice from within saying,

‘There is a light at the end of the tunnel’

 

Wearily, sluggishly& hopelessly I continued

standing against odds, battling the mind and struggling with indecision,

Unconsciously, I stumbled;

How painful it was,

Tears rolling out of my dejectedly rejected eyes

And blood from my heart…….

Again I decided to give up but the voice said to me,

‘There is a light at the end of the tunnel’

 

 

In pain I arose, putting aside all had been through,

Renewing my hopes of finding the light,

Strengthening myself with high hopes of being nearer to the Light,

Taking few steps further,

I realized a sudden clarity in the path before me,

I could see clearly the path to greatness,

I could feel the nearness of fulfillment,

All I could see were RAYS

But still could not find the light………………

I said to myself,

Come rain, come sun; I won’t give up the search

For i have realized that every step I take brings me closer to my destination,

THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

 

 

by:FATOLA AYODEJI OLUWATOBI

Sugary sweet

Something big and fat in my mouth

Just blowing and blowing

Waiting for the big pop

To splatter over my mouth and chin

 

The sweetest taste I ever tasted

Making my head spin

So sweet and succulent, I’d love to swallow it

 

(yelling quickly) But I’d rather spit it out, Watch it fly across the room, like a dagger, Hit him in the back of his neck, Stinging him hard, reeeeeeeel hard!

 

And when it sticks, ooooh

He’ll touch it

Then his hand pink and sticky

Will be wet, with my sugary saliva

stuck between his fingers

 

And he’ll think twice before touching

My butt again, when the teacher isn’t looking

Because now I’m Bazooka

 

Flowrite