Hope Of My Dreams

I sometimes let go of myself and savour the joy of my daydreams

The joy of knowing that things can only get better is always sweet

Even though the angry and sharp pangs of today’s hunger bite bitterly

I will never let go of the hope that my dreams will surely come true

Empty pockets make one think that having pizza is waste of money

But if I can’t buy all the things I want, let me afford the ones I need at least

Let me accept that garri and rice are both starch instead of change of diet

I will never let go of the hope that my dreams will surely come true

I am definitely going to have the best woman in the world for a wife

She is going to be so tender, very caring and absolutely loving

That missing rib that is the bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh

I will never let go of the hope that my dreams will surely come true

Though I lack spare shoes and the ones I have now are so worn out

I have lived uncomfortably in the only clothes I have for many years

Being at daggers drawn with my landlord over rent must surely stop

I will never let go of the hope that my dreams will surely come true

I am not lazy, but wouldn’t mind working with ease of mind

Who’s not tired of working their fingers to the bones for peanuts?

Getting a little more than I can ever get in wages won’t kill me

I will never let go of the hope that my dreams will surely come true

I won’t be too greedy to ask for a skyscraper or something better

But if such are the cherries of my toil, I won’t reject them either

For a roof over my head keeps worries of wetness and shine away

I will never let go of the hope that my dreams will surely come true

I dream of a better tomorrow; to wipe away the bitter tears of today

God is really good must come to everybody’s mind when they see me

It is this hope that has kept me believing in those lovely dreams

I will never let go of the hope that my dreams will surely come true

an Emeka Amakeze poetic expression

God Still Answers

Sometimes, circumstances force us to ask too many questions. We need to know the rationale behind our existence. We often ask where God is when bad things happen to good people. Is God an absentee landlord?
These and many more are questions that plague our minds each passing second but what makes it unsettling is the fact that the answers to these questions are seemingly unattainable. And then, we drift towards losing our faith in the divine, stop believing in miracles and place our lives at the mercy of vicissitudes of life.
In my own simple way, i still cannot lose neither hope nor faith, when each time i look around me, i bear witness to other peoples shouts of joy and praise to answered prayers. I see the myriad of our mortal questions subtly and obviously answered in different ways. Someone rises from grass to grace, another confesses his sins and repents of his evil ways, help coming from unexpected quarters, recovery from strange ailments, are some answers to the questions we ask God on a daily basis and yet refuse to see them as any thing close to divine serendipity.
God still answers.

Too Busy To Listen?

Among the shifting things which make up the world of common experience, it is comforting to hold on to something which does not change for that feeling of assurance and stability. But like a mirage, it eludes and gives us up to the vicissitudes of life and we take solace to a listening ear. Unfortunately, no one is listening these days.

As a result, many of up are passing through agonizing moments of untold stories, bottled up sorrows and unshared experiences of joy. People who sought in vain to be listened to or betrayed by those they opened their hearts to often withdraw into their shell and shorn the society. And like casualties, they stay lonely but insanely move in all direction and in no direction while constantly confronted with a crowd that professes love that has lost its meaning. It is sad.

Shutting up sometimes about yourself and giving a LISTENING ear to someone else could save a lot of souls from madness, self destruction and asylum.

Valentine And The Rejects

Faces are glowing, the excitement is in the air and no one wants to be left behind. That's what Valentine day does but take it or leave, by 15th, when the battle must have been lost and won, there would be the chosen at the peak of the mountain of the rejects. Some hearts will be mended while others would be broken.
It's beautiful to be a chosen one but being among the broken hearted or rejects isn't the worst that can come your way; it's resorting to self pity. It's painful especially when you've put in a lot but it's the time to release yourself from emotional and sentimental bondage, face inwards and confront yourself on the meaning of your relationship. Happy are those who find peace, joy and direction in rejection.

Happy Valentine's Day.