LINES AND VERSES

There is nothing lies can not fix. A single lie could make you rich, bring you fame, and make the world jostle to pay your bills. A network of lies could trap you that love of your life - give you that what-a-wonderful-world feeling, as if the sun rises just to see you. A lie could inspire much more creative energy than than truth, because the truth is vulgar, when it is not stifling fun. At least, once in a day an average person is faced with a situation where the truth becomes the hardest work, especially when it will bring sadness or pain or incur condemnation or punitive action. Maybe the truth is just too real to handle. Prevarication is long and may run into the truth at an unexpected corner, so why not just put things to rest with a single sweet lie and the world is a better place for everyone? Sometimes we just have to play it smart - serve the truth in a wrap of lies. I guess this brings us to question of white lies and true lies: where we tell those seeming...

I hear my father on the balchony of my mind Clatter and clink, aroma of mama's delicacy ... My mind and feet, my heart and taste bub set from my first milk. My father's dreams, my mother's fears, Their hopes molded into this bundle I call me My dreams are written on the template of my heart Waiting to be read, waiting to be heard Waiting to be me. - J.Ifeme March 2000 Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device from MTN

Those eyes know how sinners baptise saints. There is a swagger in his walk that says it all- Where he's been What he's done Even the path he didn't't take He'd be quick to read the old lines- He's there to answer the call, Your call! He's there to salvage your life, Believe him... and die. He is like a shell without a soul-a soul without conscience-conscience lost in self. He runs from the dark cos you might come for him He runs from the light cos his shadow might kill him He is the saint on the screen Talking about fixing your life While his screams for help. (C) Febuary 2010 J.Ifeme Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device from MTN

There comes a time when you have to let a love go so love can find you. As you break hearts, yours unknowingly learns to break. When the wicked define justice, a nation suffers. Fame is what you get when you've lost your privacy. When fate sweeps you off, you don't get to choose your landing. Which is better, to crawl amongst the rich or be a king in the mist of the poor? Hell is when you have to choose between poverty and disease. A man who robs his own is less than a man. A man with a dead conscience is like a bullet, he goes through his mother's heart without knowing it. Your god is as good as your belief. All marriage will work if only couples will quit believing marriage is simply made to work. Marriage is like traveling an unknown path with an unknown company, everything unfold at the same time. -J.Ifeme

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...

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