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They chopped it down Then thought it was over The tree is gone No place to call a home Take the wood into the fire Let it burn to ashes We will never hear of it again In this I wept Who will save the soul The soul left to rot on the wood The chopped wood In a trance, Like a flash I saw the curtain tear in half A mighty wind was here But how will everything become one piece? Suddenly, From the ashes,  The roots stretched From the earth, it rose The great tree of steel never to die anymore 3 days was all it took They never expected this Once a rejected wood now the choicest furniture My Jesus hung on the tree Has risen to set me free Freeborn, new born.  So I celebrate this grace, hallelujah. To get involved in conversations, join the Book Community . For more information, like our Page . Hi, lover of creative writing (like me, lol) it's a pleasure to meet you. Let's talk more. Subscribe to this blog via your email and follow this blog so we can get more personal. I love feedbac...

  Happy April and Happy Easter to the World. Although it's the 4th of April, but I couldn't say a happy new month without a little piece of poetry  for you to chew on.  Here it goes, Enjoy. I heard you talking about the rust Yes the rust on the cross Sounds cliché right? It’s been more than 2 centuries already Yet you still dwell on that clause? What a shame Or where is the gain? Yes I question you? It’s getting too old to be active Are you contemplating that? Hmmmm... Look at you Looking down on the sacrifice which made you whole The hurt that saved your soul? This power never lied It’s efficacy never died He was dead yet alive Now no longer to die For this our eternity is sure A love undiluted and pure For a man with no odds Took our odds and died for all This power never died He lives forever. Hallelujah. You can also read the first paragraph from bottom to top, same with the second paragraph. To get involved in conversations, join the Book Community . For more informa...

  Wife : Darling Husband : yes my dear. Wife : Im tired of having you drive me around, I think it’s time for you to buy me a car. Husband : (to himself) Goodness gracious. Wife : You said what? Husband : Nothing really. I’ll get it for you asap okay. Wife : Thanks darling. (Pecks his cheek) 2 weeks later Wife : Darling, Husband : yes dear, are you alright? Wife : No, I don’t like my car. Husband : ( astonished ) what happened to it? Is it having issues? Wife : No, its a small car. I prefer your jeep. Husband : Really? Wow! Wife : Let me use your jeep at least so people can know how much you care and value me. Husband : (to himself) should I do this? Husbands mind : Let her be abeg with her wahala. Husband : Alright, the car key is on the shelf. Wife : Thanks darling. 1 week After Wife wrecks the car's aesthetics . Wife : Darling, your car is not fine, please give me back mine. Husband : But you are the one who wrecked it. Wife : People don’t drive well these days, I shouldn’t s...

  ITOHAN (CRY FOR MERCY) FINAL EPISODE Nurse Osas with tears in her eyes and a smile decided to look at her killers before she dies. The blind fold was removed from her eyes and the first person she looked upon was masked rogue who was unmasked this time. She gasped. “Peter!” “Who is Peter?” Groundnut chewing fellow asked looking at his other colleague. “Maybe she’s just trying to buy more time by creating attention.” His colleague replied. There was a minute pause. “Do your job fool!” HE shouted from behind then everything sprung to action. They bound her waist down to the board, she looked around as she prayed, the HE was no other but doctor. “What?!” She thought bitterly. She tried not to believe Itohan's story but sadly it was true. Blood splashed as he slit her throat and separated Nurse Osas head from her body . Sirens, noise, men, guns showed up in a flash. They were rounded up by the police. Someone left his duty post to bring tools. In the conference hall, eager heart...

 ITOHAN (CRY FOR MERCY) EPISODE 5 Nurse Osas searched frantically for Itohan. “ Where could this lady be? My word. I can almost swear I left her here. It’s been a week since she.. .” She paused in her thoughts... “ or could it be that?” “Dont say a word or I’ll kill you.”  Nurse Osas heard the voice behind her, she felt the cold metal on her neck. Her heart froze. She was engrossed in her search for Itohan that she forgot to keep the doors locked. “Lord save me.” She mumbled under her breath as she was shoved into the van. “if you want to stay alive, shut up!”  one of the men shouted. She prayed silently as tears dropped down from her eyes. ____________________________________________ Where is Itohan?” The rough looking masked man shouted again, pouring the 6th bucket of water on Nurse Osas. Nurse Osas recognized the voice as the one who shut her up earlier. She exhaled slowly, absorbing the pain from the bonds on her wrist and cold water dripping from her hair bent downw...

  ITOHAN, Episode 4 Miss Osas had had a rough day, as a nurse, it was not uncommon to be plagued by migraine. While she massaged her fore head with words of prayer, she heard silent sobs. It should be silent but she heard she moved towards it’s sound and it led her to Itohan's ward. “Are you okay my child?” she asked. Itohan was amazed at such nice gesture from a stranger but she kept it locked up. She could be doctor’s spy. ‘Talk to me please, you look distressed.” Nurse Osas pleaded Something spoke to her inner consciousness, this could be a good friend , the voice said. Itohan just found out she was infected by the virus. It was from doctor who after realizing his sad status, kept Itohan prisoner to fulfill his beastly urges. “I know someone who loves you and can save you if only you yield to him.” Nurse Osas said Another ‘him’ again, Itohan thought, she had had enough of doctor already, no more men in her life. “I can’t go on like this ma. How many men do I have to yield to be...

  ITOHAN (CRY FOR MERCY) EPISODE 3 Could there be hope for her? She thought in misery after a minute of unenjoyable pleasure with the doctor. She looked at the popular white faced bottle of concentrated potion. This may just elevate her pains. She had just taken a little drop when doctor came in and rushed her to the emergency ward. While she regained consciousness, he scolded her saying, “You are not yet due to die because I am not done with you yet.” She wept profusely, what could end this misery. Miss Osas had had a rough day, as a nurse, it was not uncommon to be plagued by migraine. While she massaged her fore head with words of prayer, she heard silent sobs. It should be silent but she heard  she moved towards it’s sound and it led her to Itohan's ward. “Are you okay my child?” she asked. Itohan was amazed at such nice gesture from a stranger but she kept it locked up. She could be doctor’s spy. ‘Talk to me please, you look distressed.” Nurse Osas pleaded Something spoke...

  ITOHAN (CRY FOR MERCY) EPISODE 2 ( a poetic short story) She managed to break loose, held on to her ripped blouse and scampered for the door. Uncle Bee rushed after her. It was a rat chase, as she headed for the exit, he made to grab her. In a split second, she sprawled on the ground under the effect of the heavy landing by Uncle Bee’s grabbing. “Uncle Bee, please don’t do this I beg you.” She pleaded, she was hurt from the struggle and fell. She could feel herself losing breath. Maybe she could opt to desperate plea, he might oblige. She recalled what her mother taught her about the honourable maiden, it was something she looked forward to later but that was about to be thwarted. She thought of fighting back, she raised her hand blindly to offer a slap which was skillfully dodged by her attacker causing her hand to hit the wall instead.  He raised her from the ground, threw her on the bed, mounted on her with a grin. “Its finished” She cried. That was how she lost it all in...

  A Poetic Short Story EPISODE 1 A child is crying out there, but no one seems to care as they all go about their business. “Leave me alone” She screams as his hands move through her skirt. “What are you doing? Stop it” She protests as she struggles to break free from this unfathomable act displayed by her so called big neighbour, Uncle Bee. She was to deliver the message sent by her mother, if only she knew, she never envisaged this. She managed to break loose, held on to her ripped blouse and scampered for the door. Uncle Bee rushed after her. It was a rat chase... Episode release every Friday You can join the conversation on Chronicles Book Club . Don't forget to subscribe via your email to get notifications on latest episodes and poems. Please comment on this, I love feed backs, honest ones at that. Give suggestions also and write to me, Jazzmine to feature your piece. I love collaboration . Signed Jazzmine .

Happy new year to my fellow readers community.  Cheers to the new year and the bundle of joy packaged for the year. Enjoy this beautiful piece as we look forward from all the disappointments associated with the previous year. THE MYSTERY PART 1  THE MYSTERY Once upon a time, There lived a man on the hill I was told, ‘He is a black man, he could make you sick, He has no treatment or cure for his disease’ But then, I’ll never know Who was a black man or if a man can be black For he was as fair as the rising sun and his hair was like fire from coals He definitely looked like my brother from this side over the seas, but maybe the curls on his hair betrays the look. So, I approached him, Having worn my mask and gloves, determined not to get sick. Alias, we met and spoke at length, a social distance away from each other He was delighted and offered a sumptuous meal of something in rolls and soup filled with meat. I ate. Something tickled, I let it out with a sneeze. Next morning, Bl...

  ARISE NIGERIA Arise from the depression and prostration in which circumstances have kept you. Arise from the storms of blues Arise from the grave of putrefaction Arise from the cloud of black vision Arise from all the uncanny situations Rise to a new life Rise to the afterlife Nigeria, you are more,  Arise Nigeria. Join the conversation on  Facebook

Tomb oh Tomb Where is thy wound? You who thought With your stone soo grave Could withhold the one to save Didn’t you hear the news Can’t you see the Jews In disbelief of what it may be That the one scourged and beaten The flesh of whom was left stricken He is walking on the streets Hey! Look at his feet Where the nails were pierced through Hear it, the word is true  He is risen He defeated the old rotten tomb He conquered the hades, founder of doom Now we are free, We scream in glee Free to call upon His name The sweet spirit of power By which in Him, we stand and conquer Hallelujah, We arise in Christ Hallelujah. Join the conversation on Facebook .

Sometimes, when I think of the past. I'm glad it never did last For the hope of the future Is the better today I therefore decide To work towards an intentional today With my hopes still intact For the future is today Tomorrow may just be another day. Follow the conversation on Facebook:  Jazzmine chronicles

It's the month of March. What story have you written about your life so far? What story do you intend to write? Jazzmine is here to tell you all those stories. Happy new Month. Happy March.

Waoh!!! It's 2020 already And we are back Back to entertain our noble and amiable audience. Get ready to delve into the deepest secrets. We have loads of interesting outlines for you this year. Guess what? You can request for short poems, write ups, stories and quotes. (That will be at a later date this year). For now, just enjoy... From Jazzmine, Thanks for reading and staying true.

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...