You there, Me here!

Dances are like a Jewel u wear on

Your smile and your "Shyness" i adore

For your smile pierces the inner me

Turning my heart alive even when am inert

Your "shyness" keeps me stunned

Keeps me wondering how much a queen you could become

How fine a Crown i can make to fit you

How profound the Love i could give to adore you

Even in my sleep it was you

Like morning dew without a trace of rain, you appear

With toothful smiles radiating and cordless

Passion flowing, emotions uncontrollable

A Joyful Pulses running through us

Like we are one ‘wire’ from the same power pole

Sparks everywhere, electricity surging through

"Can we go on” I ask

Naive as i am, but a youth

The picture of you and I clouding my senses till i almost went senseless

You and i hand in hand

Young, its exuberance and vigor

Expectations, continuity, a never ending story

Into our old age

Almost hairless, grey!

With squeezed up faces like we are used oranges

Even toothless, yet the smile endless

And our grandchildren all about us

The joys of our life, never ending

But then i woke up

It was but a dream

You and I, two rivers flowing parallel each other

Never to meet, you to the south, me to the north

Our Paths already before us to flow

A page in the others story

That time ticked off

You there, Me here, a Long shot!

Worries

When I watch the bird fly, the fish swim and the rat of the grassland run around non-challantly, with no cares or fears or the worry lines that characterise our lifes as we grow old, I wonder if it would not be better just to be like that, to not care, to not bother, to not worry about what the next minute, hour, day, week, month or year .Am tempted to ask why is it honorable to be human, why does the single gratification of been a higher breed animal pleases us all more than anything else because the cares we have are real, the fears we have stare us in the face to the point of doubt and self betrayal and we wear our worries likes clothes attached to our body, a clothe we can not put off until the time when we feel safe that that particular worry is over.

In our daily life, we form new alliances, knowingly or unknowingly joining ourselves to a new force, ever so growing yet still the same in the fact that our worries are the same, our problems the same, yet they come in forms that leaves us breathless and at times clueless. Most of the time, it is a repetitive problem that gives us a new face to deal with with just one basic source, the humanness in us.

Across the world, from New York to New Delhi, from Darfur to Paris, from Port Harcourt to Port Novo, from London to Johannesburg, the blood that runs our veins is the same; the basic things that worry us are the same, very basic things, food, shelter and clothing. It is what makes a man cut short his sleep, to join the rest of the world at 7am so that by 7pm bread can be baked and at 10 pm the lights can go off in preparation for another routine in our own animal kingdom. The instinct of survival that nature has instilled in us makes it hard for us to break this routine weather we live under the bridge or in the government house. So my greatest question is ‘Why Can’t we have a lasting solution to the issue of self survival?’ Why can’t we have a cure like we have for all of the diseases that the world has face and are still combating? Or perhaps I am wrong, that our basic desires and wants are not the same? Why does the same humanness in us makes us take more than we really need? Back to the birds of the air and the fish of the sea and the rat, all little creatures that are content just with the basics of life, just like us,only the human in us,what makes us Human is the fact that we are insatiable, that we are simply not content with the living the basics.

So I ask in conclusion, what can make us share love in the street so freely so that we do not need to send our kids to war anymore? What can make the difference in our worries and makes us appreciate each other just a little more because ‘just a little more’ is all the difference that is needed since that little more is all that differentiates us from the lower forms of life, that is, my bird, rat and fish friend.

Dreams,thots...Whatever!!!

There are moments in time when thinking or even remembering seems like what am doing when what I am really doing in reminiscing or better still day dreaming-how I love that- the lovely castles with a million window that I build to live in with my whole possession of the multi million whatever mansion that I have all laid up in a choice area and live like a king in re-birth. What wonders those does and what miracle it all boils down to but the real wonder here is what brings up thought, what conjures such lovely connotation, the mind, the heart, the head or does it just enter your consciousness without hold barred? Is imagination or thought more like dream, birth in your sub conscious? Does it come about as a result of experience or wishes, wants or longings?

When a million things run across your mind like a flash in time, people say its about time up. Its when life is about to end but if that were true it would mean I must have died a couple of times before. How well I remember the fire that brought down that lovely house I use to be so proud of or how well the scar of my face formed with those liquid droplets of fire or how I almost lost speech because my tongue was cut into two when I was young.

The 2009 Encarta describes dream as a sequence of images that appear involuntarily to the mind of somebody who is sleeping, often a mixture of real and imaginary characters, places, and events. What comes to mind is the word involuntarily. Is it the same with imagination and daydreaming? Are they involuntary actions too? The same dictionary describes Daydreaming as a series of images, usually pleasant ones, that pass through the mind of somebody who is awake more like dreaming when awake. Does that make the action voluntary? Does it mean that we as human merely conjures up images so that we can play with them as we like much like we make movies? Are movies daydreams that someone is trying to express in pictures? If so does it generalize to every other form of art? Writing, drawing, sculpting etc?

Countless of time I have asked myself this questions without an answer and at this point I am just contented with living the daydream than prefer answers as it is now, this days I most likely prefer to just do what the art is and see what the expressions becomes ultimately hoping that in the long run it gets someone thinking. I most time often think of art as a way to help people put on their thinking cap, make you reason and create what be it music, poetry, acting and all other forms that are thus related.