Tag Archive | Poetry

Somewhere In The Middle. (A Year Back to Nigeria)

It’s exactly 366 days since I returned to Nigeria.

A few days ago, the Nigerian Husband and I laid on a blanket on the bare living room floor relaxing and he goes, “ So when was the last time you blogged?”
That got me thinking and hit me that I had actually let go of my love for writing. That question asked tactfully, birthed this blog post. You guys have this good man to thank.

Three hundred and ninety three days ago, my life changed. DSC_0362

See, before Hurricane Irma, my life in the Virgin Islands was pretty simple and chill: I woke up at about 7:30 a.m. to prepare for work and then leave for town with my Continue reading

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I Proposed, Now What?

And when I marry you, Beautiful Man, I’ll buy you a private jet.

Beautiful Man, your confidence shines just as bright as the sunYour aura can be compared to the chiefs
Your hands hold firm like the workers of the land.

Beautiful Man, let’s go meet your people,
Let me know when my people can meet your people, we’ve got palm wine to bring.

I’m going to marry you Continue reading

Beautiful Man II

Many of my posts from now on might be titled Beautiful Man, and we are all going to deal with it, won’t we?

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With that out the way, every now and then I feel poetic and just a few minutes ago, I came up with this one. Can’t tell you how or why. lol

Let’s Go to Lunch

Beautiful Man, come let’s go to lunch

Let’s walk into the cafe like we own it
Let’s take the table in the middle
Eat while we stare at each other
Make everyone jealous.

Let your jacket match my skirt,
Allow me to fix your tie
Eat from my plate if you wish
Hold my purse if ego permits you

Beautiful Man, come let’s go to lunch

Let’s walk down the road like it’s paved just for us to trod
Let’s just go to lunch, shall well?

Until next time, ladies and gentlemen, I’m waiting on Beautiful Man to take me to lunch.