The Ramblings of a Lovestruck Puppy

Many times i blabbed
More times than not i stumbled
Many more times have i stuttered
All in an attempt for you to hear my ever droning voice
i know i have tried but the words don't seem to come forth
Even after all these i am quite certain you can't recall the face nor the words i split my guts to get out.
You always were too distracted by the guys that surrounded you, thus who’s this poor fella to dare demand your attention, when many more out there have better words, lyrics and rhymes than i.
i know you want to live life to the fullest and want to be able to tell your grand kids about all the pranks you played and all the guys you dumped, but i can't wait no longer, for like every action movie the babe comes looking for the good guy after she’s had much fun with the big bad boys.
But that isn't me.
I don't want merely to be the big bad boy rather I want to be the big bad wolf that stands out in the pack.
The big bad wolf doesn't need all the beauties; he needs someone that can stand by his side, leaving the flirting to his minions. This big bad wolf doesn't promise not to cheat, rather he promises to come prostrating at your feet when he finds out that you have learnt what happens in the shadows.
This big bad wolf promises to be the shoulder you can cry on, after you are drained from accusing him for wrenching and fiddling with your heart.
I know these are not the promises you hoped to hear but, this big bad wolf would prefer you expect the worst, and know that the best is what you would surely get.
Because your beauty out shines the brilliance of the sun and gives a new definition to elegance
I know the last line has the kind of words you wish to hear, at every moment, and underlying every statement and action but you would hardly ever get it on demand.

The Joys of motherhood

The joys of motherhood is a portrayal of the pains and sufferings that many mothers go through to find children, precious gems the children supposedly are, ties to a bright future of greatness, that would unburden all the pains passed through.

But the joys of motherhood is no longer tied with dwelling in the high savannah hopes of just having kids and trusting that the rain, wind and sun would pour, blow and shine in the right direction without much input. The western philosophy seems to have perverted their minds and they are no longer content with wasting years of life sitting and nurturing a volatile coin that could flip on any side. Rather they have taken not to the streets but are going down paths that would ensure they leave a legacy to change the world. This paths for them would more than likely help to achieve their claim to greatness rather nurturing and toiling away at mere tasks that are though time consuming and engaging but yet able for them to circumvent it, with their incredible wit and skill

The joys of motherhood through the adoption of the western philosophy has experienced a paradigmatic shift from the school of thought of mere nurturing to standing up for itself, and pushing boundaries that make her strength and resilience stand out. 

My chicken scratch

My chicken scratch

I don't need you to tell me my handwriting is dreadful, because am no politician to ignore the obvious.

I know my handwriting is indecipherable, but take it as my own contribution to complicating life like the philosophers of old.

True, my handwriting is no magnificent work of art, but take it as my own rebellious work of art in an era untold.

I know you consider it as nothing but chicken scratch, but even the-chicken doesn't go scratching without purpose, thus please read what I write, if not for the chicken, then consider the time spent.