#MixedChronicles

Feelings are sometimes pointless

The more we are unbound by it

The happier we are

Sadly, that’s also a feeling

My Pretty Little Muse

It was lunch time and I didn’t want to do the regular we did at the office. We were always having eatery food every Wednesday. It’s just one of the perks of working in the office where I work. We literarily had fun every day and we were well taken care of and we had a good pay at the end of the month. I wasn’t feeling like eating an ‘undone’ chicken of any sort as sometimes, it just comes that way or maybe, I’m just unfortunate, or maybe, my taste buds are just different. I called Kemi, our cleaner where she buys her swallow from. She gave me a description not far from the office and then, I decided to stretch my legs. Off I went.

The dexterity of a bus conductor

“… Thank God the water is very cold”. It has been a tough morning and its one of those days where you spend 3 hours on the awesome third mainland bridge. We were just able to run 3 trips before 12 noon and I feel I have been on the road for 3 days.

POEM: TOMORROW

TOMORROW

 

 

Tomorrow, you'll grow old

Yes, you will wither

Just maybe, die

But tomorrow will be

POEM: #Black

#BLACK

Some say black is wack
Some say black breeds lack
Then i say lets think back
To how black worked back-to-back

#MixedChronicles Part 1

Mixed Chronicles #Part1

Hello Guys,

                                More of this will be coming and ill surely need your contributions on this. Am even thinking of starting a YouTube channel for stuff like this but it all depends on your support and comments aii! Now straight to today’s #MixedChronicle.

                                Way before I was born, I believe ladies never used makeup like we do now. Probably the best case scenarios was who had the best white powder on *lol*. Now, people spend hundreds of thousands just to have all the possible colours on their face! I say people cos some boys are not even excluded now. Sad! Pretty sad! What happens after all this?

POEM: SKETCHED WORDS OF CHILDHOOD

SKETCHED WORDS OF CHILDHOOD

The route to adventure is never straight
Lack breeds Creativity
Especially in the mind of a child