Lover Friend

Is loving a decision,
If it is then you are my only choice,
Is loving you a form of artifact,
For a fact, you could have modeled your ways to love me
If loving is painful,
I won’t mind even bleeding,
as long as I have you,
Loving you is like making a portrait,
I preserve all the colourful words for you…
loving you made me miss you,
Saying I miss you is always intentional,
It makes me think,
What if we were that close,
What if my messages made your day,
What if I was just what you wanted…
What if you took me for who I was,
What if you take me for what I became?
What if you loved me!

A boy falling in love, doesn’t ask ‘how deep is your love?’
Am that boy, I dived and am drowning in this ocean of words just to have you,
Is it funny though, am speechless in your face…

Am unable to call you friend,
When all I wanted was to be more than a friend
Then your words were high and firm,
can’t go above them
I mentioned that boy and girl friends sometimes are secrete lovers
To them being friends took long but it is not late to be soulmates
Am part of my own sentence,
Life sentence in prison for loving a friend & not just expecting same
And if you ever become part of this words then we are cellmates

We don’t want to exist in pretence,
atleast not forever
We now have courage to say “I miss you”
Lets do what friends do

Wish you get & love what you have always wanted
I don’t need a one night stand
I need one standing smile everytime we meet
Maybe one day we introduce ourselves, like,”This is my best friend”

When we meet, you be in 30s
Hope happily
Living lavishly
In your car flying your dreams
Hope your smile doesn’t become faded
I will remain same in actions
Pictures in words,
We can meet for a luncheon
After the meal,
I will hand you a novel of our story
This is a life present you can ever give me
Having your life in me to write of…
Coz this is what we are!!!


Years That Changed Us(2012)

Six years ago was my best year,
In economics I can say was my base year ,
Time I cared how people thought about myself,
Years gone and I get to know what I faced and what I face now,
People want you to behave the way they perceive you… not the way you are
They place price tags and bargain about how your next move will be wrong
Am like I don’t air my dirty linen, so I won’t shout to everyone about my life
and about my future wife; infact not even her qualities
So-Some ladies dm ,have quater for manners and demand a full of man

I could do some things differently 6 years ago,
I could not talk to people who don’t want to open their mouths!
I could minimise my smiles and give meaning to each
Loud smiles differs from laughter!
I could prefer being Miles away from some peoples
I could not choose between a hug and a handshake “kugota pia ni salamu”
They keep talking, how cold I am
How reserved!
I will not call myself young, knowing I will still age
& who loves to be wise basis of age,
In mind we tell ourselves,
Forever young!

We all hate that mixture of white and black on head…so we keep dying

Hey…remember some don’t celebrate their born days
Some celebrate the day they are born-again
Some celebrate when they win against their odds
So asking their age sounds odd
Wait! Life is not measured by years on earth,
There is no sunset & sunrise on tombstones of the great, only their achivements
We walk around with minds stocked with prejudices against ourselves…
We feel bad about things we can’t change
We force to fit in peers we were warned by our mums
Our mothers planned for us, so we are not in the same ancient time
We got artistic numbers in our ages
Numbers that don’t add up to your expectations
We live fakely longer to carry our talent careers
We are footballers and we model them…We are poets and we have Ideas like dribbling and scribbling…

Finding Love

I love blank spaces,
I find them as a chance to write about,
This heart yearning to love,
I love unoccuppied heart,
I find it as a chance to fall in love,
If I come across it one day,
Maybe on this path to a stream,
And we seem to attract
Like we mantain eye contact as if we have met before,
Like we coincidentally want to bypass through each other even though the path is wide,
She forgets fetching water,
And let the pot rest on the sides,
The place becomes my destiny and
her drawing ground

I wish she be with artistic antics,
Who knows to draw a falling in love symbol with her left leg
I Wish we get drawn to each other!
Standing under this aging tree,
Looking at the falling leaves,
A heart yearning to love is like a leave detached, it will always fall…
This day I won’t choose class,
We are all blind in a love class and the tutor only uses drawings

Guessing on my pickup line,

I will start like,
Hello, Am The Famous Vel…my work leave people in flames , even though am nothing near fame
Then I will wink at her,
Then wait till her smile cools,
Then I will throw a joke,
This time I want to see her happy tears,
I want to break her ribs,
Uncover them,
I will stare at them as they move,
up and downwards then sides,
I know how my ribs move,
If they move just like mine,
I will tell she was made out of me,
So she was made for me,
Finding love is finding someone,
Who was a creation for you
Somehow body reaction rhyme…



Glowing Memories

About last week


Being in my primary school ” Lugz” was never a seasonal thing. The lessons and the memories I still hold inspire..
They call it a place for successful people and It is true, the people am still intouch with are doing pretty cool.
The memories stand out and they like glow inside me….This is out of you beauty and if I had you,
I won’t be counting 7 years out of sight and stuck in my mind
I won’t read your blog daily, I will be there as you write
There in your mind ,listene to your words before they travel to paper and again cornfirm in your echoes
Your creative ideas don’t hit the wall, they hit their purpose and bounce back in echoes
If I had you, I will
Try holding the pen like you do,
even though am right when writing

If I had you, we will squeeze the air between us, scramble for space
Just to reduce proximity

I will
Snatch your book and make a funny face
Maybe you will ask me, if the idea is breathtaking
Am sure I will be sufforcating!
And I will nolonger keep it as a secrete, I will say you are smart & creative
Picture me, this is not out of pretence,
Am not trying to be poetic or to win your attention

If I had you
I won’t text today and wait to say hi tommorrow
We will chat face to face daily
I will not check your whatsapp status, I will stand infront of you behind the camera, wink first and take random pics till you say they are good
You know am captured in every captione of you

Everything was pretty while young and I was not ready to choose
What if I was courageous to tell you,
maybe it could turn out just like the other stories they call love
Maybe it is perfect to be friends who rarely talk but think about each other everytime

I thought this is all I can give, I now feel it is nothing measured to what you deserve;
I wish you get your dreams in golden form
I wish you remember we started naive planting ideas on paper and encouraged ourselves
I wish you get the courage to call my phone
I wish you get the idea to put my name Vel in pieces of you

I can forget classmates,roommates
but I will never forget those who stole my thoughts and time , those who nearly became soulmates
I remember the day you gave me a broom with a smile, I took them both and stored the smile!
Rosaries hanging in your neck then extend below your —
As always you were a staunch christian
I need to know how to forget such a memory, the same way you forgot to place me on duty; I know you don’t remember this!
Thank you for being number one fan!

Unknown Call From A Friend

cont from last week(

The times you are alone in a room or even walking on this lonely path, not lonelylonely! Because there people who are strangers to you, then remembering that funny friend of yours makes you smile or even better you laugh. Even though they may think, this is a new mad person in the village, that is the best moment of your life; we are never alone even in solitude ,recalling people who knew your value and made sense out of this confusing world is a way of conversing with them.

I remember that time, I just befriended because I was afraid of being alone. This did not work out, maybe friends should come naturally. They don’t come because of what we have , if so, then simply they love what they lack.

So I was calling old friends the other day,
I was connecting dots on the wall of memories, dots that once were a full picture called friends.
I took my old phonebook, refreshed the contacts, wiped what I can call dust.This was intentionally, for them to relate to our old good. I dialled atleast every old friend, I mean the friends that my memory still touches.

There are those I never needed introduction ,they became relatives of my voice and were like “I have missed you” those I introduced myself and were like long time besty!Those with short stories.
Those with long stories with duplicates, they are able of asking you a question and answering it. Some are historians by nature, they only talk about the past.Those who just ignored my signal; they don’t take strange numbers and those who true called against my number.

Many of my girlfriend’s voices were still the same , I got to understand that only people’s hearts are broken!
I know some relationships don’t hold no more for various reasons, for instance you made promises that now seem impossible to keep. Maybe beautiful ones have been born and you nolonger need your old lover or we related only because we were relatives of the situation because I now call after three years and the stories do not fit our state.

Some relationships are very short because the partner’s goal sometimes is achieved faster than normally, note this-when you meet someone or interact, they are full of mystery that you want to discover every minute, you will want to know how many seconds one takes between inhaling and exhaling. After sometime everything about the person becomes normal and you nolonger find the person as magic.
Whatever the reaction you guys are great!!!

Next week: This will be out this world!
Being in my primary school ” Lugz” was never a seasonal thing. The lessons and the memories I still hold inspire…If this comes your way ,I don’t forget friends, that is me!

Pen droplets

Am using this pen hoping, I will paint your life with different colours of reality at the end.
Ideas come anytime and this got me the last time I was in class. As they say, my mind was somewhere else. It is this afternoon you wish you were just swimming; even if it is a proff teaching, ideas can’t just sink in your head. As I think of writing this, I want to gift you something that you will read with mixed feelings of loving and hating the truth.I aim at what will make you believe, I mean every character that drops from this pen. I write this because it is the only way nature allowed me to. I write this few words to show that I have many words unsaid. Words that keep on leaking ideas that bursts to be incredible. So dear reader, If I did not achieve my goal, it is only that all the time we aim beautiful ones not yet born, we aim the stars but get lost in the clouds…

This will be next;
We all have friends we love. What are friends for? If you have ever wondered! Maybe are those people who are around us always but whom we are unable to describe, those ones you go to movies and football together or friends are literally our secrete storages as long as we stick as friends. If so, I would like some of my friends to be permanent storages. In some situations girl and boy friends are secrete lovers; I mean for them it took long to be friends but it is not late to be soulmates.
Some of our so said friends walk around with chests that give random uncoloured hugs ,when we clearly know, they still carry a chest with a heart that does not care. Some got plastic smiles that escaped ban.

To be cont…


Heavy clouds moving slowly

They ration sunrays

They form shapes of danger, from east

to west as the region’s surface is shared

The residents now hope they remain

Children voices are heard wishing the
rain away

Lightening is frightening,
Children engulfs their mothers as thunderstorms warn them to shelter

The sky starts leaking and suddenly it bursts again
Heavy droplets threatens to bring down the room

They have already had enough,

Experience is the best teacher & they have had their lesson

Swimming pools everywhere but not for recreation

Rivers don’t hold what they have no more

River banks broke and are destroying farmers investment in crops

Free flood irrigation and farmers don’t like it

Weather man nolonger has message of hope, he says it will not stop till it’s reign of power is over

Travelling is at your own risk or maybe you can fly

The fish died because it got lost in the confusion and became a delicacy to starving residents
Relief food was to come but the roads became a barrier

Goats wished they were marine animals, they had to die after the water swept them away
It is natural but we can reduce risks

This cannot happen in cities especially in a capital city, where is the huge allocation of billions or that ain’t capital to be used
If drainage can’t be fixed then pay for us swimming lessons

What I Became!

The Vel