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Before His Legend      By: J.Ifeme Like a window to a home Is the eye to the soul Open and brightness calls Close and darkness falls… A little boy came to me, and said; “I want to go someplace I can study and be a great man.” I looked at him, the flame of ambition beamed in his eyes. He smiled at me – that sort of smile that reached the ears without showing the teeth. “Ok,” I replied, “go to Florence’s – there you will find every provision you will need to be great.” He stared straight into my eyes, his smile unflinching, and then he vanished. I woke up profusely sweating. The room was pitch-dark. I groped for the switch on the wall and turned on the light. The hands of the wall clock firmly stood under 12:00 am. My sister, Florence, and her husband, Edwin, lay behind the wall. Florence was eight months pregnant. I never mentioned a word about my dream to either her or her husband. When Tira was born weeks later, I found it rather unsurprising that it wa

If you ever wish you could turn The hand of time and I never showed up Remember this kiss Remember this kiss When the fires of passion dies And romance flies away on cupid wings When my voice croaks My breath stale, my strength frail And these fine muscles go puffy – When my well-toned skin bears hair in Annoying places Remember this kiss Remember this kiss when the charm In my smile is gone Remember this kiss For it comes from deepest of my heart And its memory forever etched in my being Remember this kiss When this mortal body is shed And cold When my eyes no longer hold The beauty of your stare And my fingers no more feel Remember this kiss This one, Miss Yes, this 2010 © j.ifeme