La Jazzmine's Chronicles

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.