The girl I left behind

As I wipe my brow and plonk down ruminating
The many ways to accomplish the tasks at hand

Inwards did the door suddenly fly and in waltzed a harried stranger
The youngish face, very familiar and pretty to behold
Have we by any chance met somewhere?

The lines on her face eerily resembled mine
The nose, cheekbones and turn of the mouth
Much like mine but her garbs speak of another clime

The physique quite like mine but fresher
Now I am sure I’d met her before.
She sits uninvited before me, expectant

This familiar stranger regarding me with accusing eyes
As she silently sends her queries to my mind so dim
And for a brief moment, we are united albeit still two
Our bodies are two, yet one in mind we are

What had become of the lofty dreams, she asks
The fantasies we wove together in glee?
Contemplating as I gaze upwards at the bright beams
What does this stranger want from me now I am free?
Numerous haunting questions still dancing on the tips of her tongue

She continues, what had become of all the academic plans?
Have the zillion business plans blown away by the wind of time?
The skills acquisition programs and book writing projects forever sealed in bins?

And the planned holidays carefully thought out in our prime?
She continues to regard me sadly, this familiar stranger.

I have no choice than to nod silently in agreement
The many deserved accusations are well a result of my slack
The silent condemnations still flowing as she becomes vehement
All well soaked up as we sit silently communing in the dark
Then I gently rise beckoning to her to come with me

To where the little wonders reclined, we go
There they are, squealing in front of the TV in oblivion of all
Now comes my turn to explain as I point wistfully so

And announced silently to this familiar stranger soft like a doll
Though they are on loan to me but these are my accomplishments, my laurels.

My sunshine and cheerleaders worth more than gold
My sweet clan, the very essence of my being

For them dreams and aspirations have been put on hold

For to shape, guide, nurture and preen
And fulfill the divine mandate, lofty plans must be tuned low

Sacrifices must be made, wrapped with love
In full acceptance of what was, what is and what will be

Till a time they can stand tall, walk unaided and fly like a dove
In a world they are being trained to make their own
A time when all would be done with and acknowledged

She looks back at me, this familiar stranger like a kin
Tears coursing silently down her cheeks
Forging a dewy path down her clear youthful skin
And she nods in gratitude, all angers forgone as we speak
As full comprehension dawns on her that dreams put on hold are not aborted

Finally, she silently waltzed out as she came in,

Eyes still bright with unshed tears and a new realization
From a heart full of love and gratitude
The girl I left behind
Just met the woman I have become.
 Biolaleye and Ramblings of A Nigerian Momaholic, 2015.
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I Wish

I wish
That wars and rumors of wars would cease
That every nation would down war tools
That our hearts and lives would know peace
That every being would live by the rules

I wish
That an end would come to vanity
That every heart would habour no thought impure
That every mean soul would regain sanity
That our heartlessness would find lasting cure

I wish
That an end would come to general fear
That our lives would be worthy of care
That everyone would live in good cheer
That lasting peace would permeate the air

I wish
That every child in the world would be secure
That they would walk freely, laugh freely and live freely
That their young hearts would nobody darkly lure
That the promise of peace would turn to reality ideally

I wish
That every unlawful captive would enjoy sweet release
That peace, love and harmony the world over increase
That our humanity would by no means reduce
That in every nation would reign peace.

It’s a Sunny Day…of Love

I feel Your warmth envelope me
A zillion spidery arms in the hazy morn
Meandering the long road with eyes slightly dim
I breathe in Your touch as I’m held road borne!
This feeling of sweet companionship so mutual
A love that is deeper than the deepest ocean
Swishing all around me without being frugal
And I am forever lost in the soothingly warm motion!
Your softly broad chest above me suspend
Shielding from harm with compassion so strong
Your unselfish love I would never comprehend
To rise in splendor for me, moving mountains along!
Nowhere from your love would I ever flee
Your loving kindness like sweet creamy honey
Dripping from my ravished tongue like a bee
No wads in the till, but the days are again sunny!

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Echoes from the heart

How beautiful to watch the morn daily grope
With the amber of the retreating dawn
To bid farewell to the dawn and speak of hope
Within the warm breeze of the early morn

Hope is fickle, neither here nor there
For the hearts of the weary in their weak state
See, peace has decided to strip the needy bare
Laying unknowingly all hopes of a good day to waste.

Though the cracks of the new day still speak aloud
Through bright rays of the warm early sun
While laying eternal claims on it’s victims already bowed
Yet, nature must it’s course swiftly run

The whispers of the lost floats on the wings of the wind
My heart echoes these albeit far away and helpless
Singing and begging for deliverance hitherto declined
As despair ravages the land ever so relentless

My heart glances back to how things bloom
A tapestry of peaceful co-existence now forgotten
Lost within the spates of senseless booms
Depleting the ever diminishing numbers carefully crafted

Maybe the beautiful cracks of light from a new day
Will bring the needed succor to the weary
Aye, let the heart rest awhile with hopes for a better day
A well deserved peace for the body, soul and heart so teary.

God alone is able to disperse sorrow and give peace to reckon
Go to Him, for the knees and sincere heart He often prefers
Soon all sufferings are forgotten as new hope beckons
From the Giver who thankfully doesn’t defer.

*Dedicated to all the victims / families of the bomb blasts in Kano, Jos and Borno which claimed hundreds of lives this week alone.

*To everyone down in the dumps grappling with bleary situations, I say keep your head up for every new day brings fresh hope of a positive turnaround.






















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Mine & Yours

They bully
They rally
They scream
Their eyes gleam
With the brightness of life

Deeper goes my head into the laptop
Lest I become a big-mummy flop
While I pretend to be too engrossed
To be affected by the chaos now embossed
Robbing of the desired quietude within

Not one given to dramatics
But I still crave time for personal antics
Yet nothing would make me decline
An offer to bond with these ones I call mine
Every moment well-scripted lines in time

But I do wonder if they are truly mine
Though they were once shielded by my spine
All of me being poured into the nurturing
A very careful preparation for the maturing
Before being expelled to make their foray onwards

Doesn’t the word say they are His heritage?
Rewards from the throne of grace into marriages
They are gifts merely entrusted into earthly care
For a time to watch, guide and keep from every snare
However, I am glad to still call them mine, albeit for a time.

Now I call on You as a daughter
Every soul reading this fill with laughter
May You grant every broken soul
Your awesome gifts to console
As I remain thankful for mine.

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And the hunted becomes the hunter

A forlorn gaze at the clear sky
Hosting birds sweetly flapping their wings
Not a care in the world for the wry
Happily occupied with his blings.

A second gaze at the birds
Reminds one never to despair
Alas, the rising dirges
Drowns every feelings of cheer.

The custodian unbeknown to him
Reclining upon his loyals’ bossom
While Suffering no sight so dim
Only a detachment from the doom.

How long shall he dally
While his people needlessly fall?
Amidst the confusion up his alley
Clear proof of an unprepared call.

A little more sleep
A little more slumber
Until loud wailing the land sweep
And the hunted becomes the hunter

How long shall we pray
Amidst so much inaction?
Waiting for the big brothers to sway
And help #bringbackourgirls.

When shall the custodians be awaken
From their drowning slumbers?
Unto the realities of the stricken
And save the hunted from the hunters.