La Jazzmine's Chronicles

Unbelievable!!! As the men storm in anger They are racing against the storm Their backs against the world They march in unison With one word in heart Drooling all over with blood in mouth, some stroll Cut, battered, shattered and dented on every side yet they roam Undaunted the limbless leader charges into the atmosphere Opposition Streaming in from all environs In the face of fear and drudgery they shall avail Its been decades and centuries But the men still march on Deterred not Determined yes To effect the dream That has always been But dread to tread upon Soaked in the unscrupulous and toothless roaring opposition They shall prevail Ahhh Uhhh! Ahhh Uhhh! They scream as men unto battle This is the true fight to victory They shall prevail They shall prevail

Watching through the window For a peeping eye in the hood I have a package that I don't want to unfold I want to burn up these books That give you all these bad looks With my lighter and the book in hand, I was armed quite enough But then Why not kill 3 birds with a stone Or a grass At least to help the matter in my head So here I was burning the book slowing wrapped up, with my mouth At the same time clearing out the matters in my brain like ashes And blowing up my organs And my ears hearing those grand stuffs them boys say without the piano And the bass heating up I'm on fire but I'm not getting burnt But these ashes broke my heart in shatters Plates dropping down in clatters I drop wanting them all back But they didn't want me as much as I wanted them I had taken a bus to neverland On a plane that seem to never land Banging my head on the wall I thought of the initial plan To burn up the books I guess that was better But I chose the l...

In the depths of the well I heard it is stone dark There are whispers, too low to tell I tell you this for a fact I am not lost in my tracks They say the truth is light But then I’m not near to it either. I know the rules Fragile glass like tools I held it in my hand Boom! Crash! Did I just hear it break? Off course it did I am an authority I obey no one, not even the ‘only one' Yet I claim of a love untold Desiring everything that doesn’t speak of it When I’m told of my flaws I cake My temper so hot I bake, So hard, cracks develop I deform, I spill Yet I don’t seem to see I am walking with the truth A torch and stick in hand I claim to know A love soo strong and true Yet my actions depict these words I’m about to tell you That I am a walking blind With the truth, yet I’m blind Blind with pride Blind with ignorance Who will set me free So I can see I am a light but walking blind Lord! Deliver me!...

He watched her go through every commitment. His shoulders heavy from her crying, his arms had gotten used to the feel of her hair, his chest knew the rhythm of her heart beat and the feel of her breath. His ears resound the sound of her soft cries and his mind replayed the memories of her reddened eyes, stained cheeks and blood stained lips.  He knew she deserved better. He knew what she wanted. He knew her value, he knew her worth. He thought that he knew just how best to treat her. He knew what would please her and what would not. He knew what hair styles made her pretty and what styles do not. But... He was just a friend. What could he do in this matter?  She was a beautiful young lady, trying her best to be perfect in her little perfect character. She was a man’s dream. Yet she could not fathom why she had been in several relationship that turned abusive. First it was the simple guy that turned excessively jealous, then it was the social guy that was overly reckle...

While I was rushing off to work one morning. I saw a billboard and the words "with utmost integrity" stood out from other words on it. Prior to the picture and all others written on it, I could smell a touch of sarcasm and irony.I penned down my thoughts in this little piece. Enjoy ======================= I wish I can listen to their lies Believe those putrid lines Gaze at their face Believing that everything is okay Smile at the victory That has been won today Hoping they will keep up the pace That should be set in place With those words of gullible eyes Staring at my face saying, “this is no fun, run!!!” I wish I can fathom why a man Who started with nothing Gets into a place of something And Boom! His brain is knocked out Filled with greedy matter The people he loved becomes a bore The problem he claims to be solved Becomes a chore His heart is caged with ribbed stones He doesn’t fulfil his promise Whereas he claimed to serve with utmost integri...

So here, I feature a wonderful piece by @genoidgy (instagram). With my additions In red. Hope you enjoy this... It's been a while but I'm back for ya baby to kill the boredom and take you to a writing adventure. See ya. What are those wonders? That make us as little children Staring, mystified DEATH He comes to all How he comes, and from whence no one knows,  With a stench or a scar left behind he goes,  On to the next he moves Without stopping even for a second to look back at his rubbles. But we know he comes to all;  At the twinkling of an eye,  breath is gone,  All is dust and ashes. The end is near  The end is a journey, The end has begun, Once it is undertaken, All hope and aspirations end. Family seems to disappear,  A lifetime vanishes to a distant nebula... But there is a hope A life that brings new close A hope of a life untold A life greater than death itself A life that is eternal A life that brings ma...

She was out later than usual. She just had a lot of work to cover so she could earn more and rest too. She never stayed out this late. As a single mum, in a new town, she made sure she was always available for her eleven year old Misheal.   It started as a light shower, then a heavy downpour. Disappointed looking at her titanium plated wristwatch which was already washing off, she checked the time at the same time recalling when she first got the watch.   It was a lovely Sunday afternoon. Elvis hurried to meet up with her from his recess. He bought her lunch, a plate of chicken and fries with a cup of cappuchino her favourite.   She was overjoyed when she saw the simple gift. Even though it was not worth much, but coming from Elvis even in the midst of the financial crisis he faced, it was everything.  " You didn't have to do this Elvis." She said half smiling, mouth agape, fingers covering her mouth hiding her expression.  "I'd do anything for you Ma ...

I hear the crowds screaming The applause is appalling I cannot fathom the cause of their excitement I'm in awe at the sight For as I appeared in the spot light I was cheered too loud My ears squealed with a plea Why do they rejoice at my presence? What is it that I have that they honour? Why don't I feel important? As I regugitate on these questions Show us what you got They screamed What do I have? I was soo beaten and drenched by the flood I suffered amnesia of identity There is still hope For a new dawn has come And the morning is done So therefore I received illumination On my world The heat dried up the soaked destiny And I'm light Light enough To realise Who I really am For greater is he that dwells in me Than that in the world They cheered at me For indeed they saw the light in me But all I could see was a drenched being With no hope of clothing Now I believe For in abundance I receive I won't be deceived Into accepting a ...

Is there a thing like election? Cos I see it as elect fun A game we play where our major tactic is a power-up called rigging A special addition to the package is the ability to deceive Campaigning on words in the sieve For we filter out the very truth that is hidden in our lies We are a bank of colour pots or should I say corrupt ones For we are white and pure before we mount the toe But then become blacker than darkness itself when we take the mantle We are sheer bluffers Like shear butter So slippery we are never caught If I dwell on this side of the tale My story may become stale But let's take our turns To turn the tables Looking at the reflection If who we condemn up there  as old rock Is not who we will become if we get to aso rock Nigeria on the rock We will stand strong.

"So how long have you been going to his house?" The doctor asked. Bella could not reply. It had been going on for a long time now since Seun got a new job and was earning more. She did not know how best to explain or relate the story to the doctor or her family members waiting outside for the result of the test. " Please speak up dear if you want me to help you." The doctor calmly said while scrolling through something on his computer.  It would have been easier to hide if not that her stomachs a bit fatter than normal, she never had a flat stomach anyway so it won't make any difference she thought.   That diarrhea and vomiting, all these symptoms point to one thing. She noticed the plague of rats in his abode and probably thought she could be suffering from Lassa fever which obviously those minor signs were not from Lassa fever. At least lassa fever or whatever they called it on the media was better than this.  Can't these signs be ignored and so...

She refused to be comforted. She wailed with as much gusto as she could muster. Throwing books, paper, biro and even the table itself all over the place. "Maam can you be calm please." The counsellor pleaded but Maria refused to be calm.  She was yet through another relationship that had turned abusive again. She felt she was cursed. In a bid to narrate her story, she lost it and began to tear apart everything in her way.  Miss Sherly Counter had seen a whole lot of worse cases but none as terrible as this. Maria was going through a lot of pain she thought. How could she be of help? This is more difficult than she could imagine.  "Maria, will you let me help?" "Leave me alone!" Maria screamed. "I should leave you alone?" Sherly resounded. "Then what are you doing in my office then? You probably should go display your madness elsewhere" Sherly angrily blurted out too quickly before realising she can't take it back.  Strang...

Empty was the word, Solemn was the sound As I lost my heart again and made a quest to find it In a lonely and deserted world I made a move On four limbs I crawled through Searching for my heart If I do not find it I will be lost to hades Tears had dried up my tear bag Torn apart I lay Carelessly on the hot sand Its all over I won't make it Can I find a replacement? Is it possible? Through the blinding sun I saw His hand With a heart for me Impossible! It must be a dream But a skilled surgeon he was Sewed all pieces together In a split second I was back on my feet Relieved Free I was hurt But now I'm not He took all the pieces Made me one anew What manner of love I broke down in joyful tears. Join the conversation on Instagram Broken, Jazzmine_rapper

Who decides to build a house and would not sit down first to count the cost to see if he will be able to finish it or not?  Well, here was Mazi Obi Ikenna, building a tower without prior proper planning. He never did finish it. He was duped and cheated by his workers for his negligence and ignorance. Suddenly Mazi Obi realised and understood what it meant to farm again, work hard and earn little.  Little Amara, Mazi Obi's last child out of 5 children seemed to suffer all the shame of her fathers mismanagement. She never did attend expensive schools like her brothers did in the city. She studied in the village.  She never knew how her classmates got to hear the story of her father. She was tagged "once rich man now poor man's daughter girl". She could not recall much of this, at least if she did she would have advised her father. She was barely 2 years old.  One day, she asked her mother. "Nne, what happened to all papa's money? I heard that he was r...

I'm living a life that ain't mine, Sitting on a couch I know not the cause Even my mind denies when I blame it for my wrong decision Racing against the time, that's not mine Even my money is not mine cos I have to spend i.e. give it out to get something so, how is it mine. The breath I have comes and goes, dunno hither whence it came and how it goes. I voiced out some notes the way I saw others do it, I was told I have a lovely voice. How do I do it, unknown, With these few points of mine, I'm able to tell that nothing is mine What then do I really have What do I boast off Where is my pride Why should I feel better than others This world ain't mine. But I can say I have a mine That Christ's life is mine

When we talk about value Value in relationships I mean friendship with people we interact with. It spurs different memories in our minds. Here's a poem for you; MY FRIEND; Yeah that's what I call you We've known quite a while But now I wonder, if it really means anything We've grown apart yet we hang to the thin thread of lies. Saying we are one Words we never use on a stranger, we freely feed it to our friend Use or abuse, I can never tell the use Special gifts of love are emptied to outsiders but our friend gets an empty basket of promises on friendship What do we value What is our muse Why not call it quits Than hold on to something that does not exist

When you have been through yet another painful heart wrenching relationship, Here's another one appearing to be real, You ask yourself if it is real You want to give it a chance Take a risk in love; Here's my advice, Let the HolySpirit lead you Enjoy this wonderful poem: Here I am Sitting with you I'm giving it a chance Though fear and anxiety reign I'm giving you a chance I have no broken bones I don't want to sing those stolen songs I am not dwelling on the past We are in the present Trying to compose a poem But I have no words to express this I have a dream I wish this could be real Here I am Sitting with you I'm not giving it up Instead, I'm giving you a chance

Time, oh time She flickers as she passes,🚶🚶🚶 She doesn't give a damn Like a dimple in a smile She spreads her harsh🙍 gaze Reminding you of life's face Which doesn't come in phases And if you don't partake in the race You will be lost or displaced Falling on the tracks in total disgrace Time, oh time She doesn't look, she doesn't care Her works unseen in the air She makes you understand That the burdens you bear are because you have not learnt To discard it with her As she burns them up in batches Leaving only the trace of ashes Time, oh time She flinches not a bit Taking each and every hit As the day changes in rotation and the world evolves in revolution of all man's obsession putting a flick to her rhythm in motion Yet she stays steady Always and ever ready To announce the future Although it's still the same movement all round, day round and year round improvement. Time, oh time You can't argue with her F...

INTRODUCTION : Whenever we sit and think, Our thoughts do stink For we reminisce on the grief Than the bliss The sad times Than the happy rhymes Why recall the negative When we can smile in nostalgia on the positive side of life 1 Once in a while It could be in a day time We sit and watch the time Brooding over a re-occuring line But then, why? Do all our thoughts end in a bad rhyme We never recount the jolly days Only the saddest and worse phase What of the day, we won our first game Instead of the break, that leaves the heart not the same 2 We remember the losses Carry our burdens like crosses Clouding and discarding memories Like a pack of cards in tosses What of the time we met our first love But no, no its the patches we solve Letting the euphoric feelings dissolve Hard-hearted pessimistic wretch, we evolve Never at the bright side The hand that was there during the waving tide Or the mouth that served as a tour guide 3 We focus on the blame...

To the one genuis, yes you I know you. You think you can hide in that facade of perfect illusion But I broke through it. I still know you Completely You care about your looks, sometimes you know you don't look so good But you say you have no dress sense and you are clad with humour, Everyone laughs it off But it's just a ploy to divert everyone's attention from your fear of bad looks You say you know me, Yes you claim to know everyone They believe in you They trust you Instead you create a group of blind followers What you claim to be Is like sands on the sea Infinite and impossible You are a good performer On stage you tremble You are stricken with tension But you say you are always ready then coat it with I don't even know if I'm ready and seal it with an encouragement to a fellow performer. No one notices your flaws You perfectly conceal them But I know You are scared that I do So you want to paint me as someone controversial Pa...

I am a willow Sitting on the soil Deep rooted in the ground A shade for all to sit Wait a minute, I'm no willow I'm just a you writing something Do I even like writing? I write so others will say I'm right In the course of proving others wrong, they all left Now I have no real friends I'm caring and out going But really I need to go out, away from the noise and distraction. I am soo playful , but then I don't play full due to the fact that I never got to mingle for fear of being corrupt, well fear, that's another thing. Dramatics are my tactics, people fall for it soo many times, but I'm surprised no one ever rose from it, I am the leader of the gang So every male or female wants to be lead by me, Practically I never did lead her I was just a lead polished to look like gold. Cool charms, sweet fragrance, curly hair and awesome clothes make me stand out in the crowd, it is not a bad thing anyway But I rather stand outside so I ...

I want to wish, you my wonderful creative reader, a year filled with inspirational ideas that will revolutionalize and change the world for good.  We are talking world domination here. I'm just kidding. Have a lovely year. I am here to solve all your reading needs.😁

A lady came to my house today. Her name is... I'll tell you right after I narrate the whole episode She sat at the verandah I never invited her in But she did come in I ignored her I told myself It's a good day While I ate breakfast She stared at me I ignored her I ate lunch She looked right at me I put on the television I saw her on T.V. How? You may ask We will get there I scrolled through my phone Her writing was all over I tried to move but she held me still as I walked lazily Who is this lady? Why is she helping me? Or is she really helping me? I decided to take a nap There she was at my bed, arranging it just for me I slept for 3 hours Woke up later to her scent She even prepared dinner for me Who is this lady? While I bathed, she prepared a hot tub bath for me Finally when I decided to sleep for the night She was there by my bedside reading a story for me which ended in a lullaby. Then the cock crowed That was when I realised who she...