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The Plight Of an Urban Poor

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The Plight Of an Urban Poor Time check, it’s 4 am. Because of the morning drizzles, he hasn’t left to escape the wrath of the beast. The unforgiving mosquitoes, rain drops through the holes aloof, and the loud moans from the neighbor next door made the night go unnoticed. The land lady has unsuccessfully been hounding him for a week now. She has just arrived, on  the usual time so he...

PoetryBits: You think you have time

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Unwashed plates under my bed at 10am Till when shall we cry Tilted tales told in tiny time Time! Time! Time! Time! We think we have time, we have not In coats of silk they drive class Dines done with dirty dimes Dimes! Dimes! Dimes! Dimes! They think they have dimes, they have crimes A mother cries, a graduate mourns A woman dies, a man starves Food! Drugs! Jobs! Roads! We think we have leaders...

7 billions, how much do you need?

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7,608,238,040. That’s how many we are here. Think of that number when they show you the rear. With 7 billion souls available why would you shade a tear. Yes I know true love is rare. But why live in fear? Problem is that you cropped out the entire – world, created for yourself a dark limited facade. Just outside the door lies another friend for your retreating heart. I see your face sad...

A Phone Call To You Papa

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A lot has changed surely. Things have gone from bad to worse. Hallo..greetings.. Its been quite long since your demise. We still pray to the almighty to forgive your misdeeds and grant you paradise. A lot has changed surely. Things have gone from bad to worse. The seven of us are still alive. Mama even grew some gray hair. The baby you left in her womb is now a grown man! A perfect replica of...

The best I have ever given to a someone

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At first, her name was Sarai. But God elevated her among the ranks of man to name her Sarah, mother of nations. The name means “princess” in Hebrew, a very poetic label to woman who gave birth to the kings of humankind. Her piety and dedication was nothing to be shy of. I mean, God chose her to be the suitable wife for His best friend, Abraham. Abraham was himself an entire generation, making...

How to deal with a depressed life

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Suicide should never be an option. Yes, the challenges are real. Life can be so hard, and patience wears out. And it can happen to the rich ones too. In fact, suicide is more frequent in the rich than the poor. It is indeed easy to lose the willingness to live and death then looks more appealing. We as human beings, are pushed by two things. Fear and hope. Both should reside inside us in perfect...

The only reward for good

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55:60 The same way a pen leaves a mark when it touches a paper, our souls leave marks in each place they go to. We tend to think that what we do does not matter at all. The words we speak feel like they just dissipate away. Without looking back, we hurt those we meet. We are rude. We walk away, without a care, from those whose property we have embezzled. But, just like a dog following the scent...

When the love was not meant for you

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We were, naive and young, two fools in love. At closing times we met, burying the remnants of a battered soul whose time had come. In a place that was meant for tears and loss, the seeds of what could have been were laid. Was it the eyes, those two beautiful pearls she mercilessly flashes to the world? Or my mind was corrupted by her heavy bottom that danced around the corners of my heart as she...

The pain of losing your loved ones

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DE JAVU Remember the last time you lost something you really loved? Do you remember how broken you were, hoping it was all a nightmare from which you could just snap out? Take your time and remember how breathing was much harder than it should be. You will remember how your tears drew trenches on your pale face, making way to your lips that could hardly close. So feeble were your joints, all you...

Only through the remembrance of home does one find peace

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I often write so many things but erase them. It’s not for lack of confidence though. I guess it’s mainly because I just disagree with what my soul has to say. See my soul is in many crafted ways, flawed; but it never lies.  In a fruitless effort to shut down the relentless whispers it made inside my mind, for many years I lost myself in the noise of music and senseless engagements. But in the end...

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