I’m sorry – Ovenomo Erube

I know I had done wrong
And it has lasted too long
I have caused you so much tears
And it has increased your fears
I intensified your pain
As though being punished with a cane
I caused you depression
Putting you in a state of confusion
I betrayed the trust you had for me
Giving you a reason to despise me
I loosened the bond between us
Even worse than vander waals’
I left you when you needed me most
Like a metal pipe left to rust
I said the wrong words
Even when I knew it hurts
I made you a subject of scorn
Cos I’d soon forgotten we are one
I am here to plead your mercy
Believe me dearie, I’m sorry…

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Parenthood

Honoring your parent is a commandment that every child should never
forget to obey. As a juvenile, I was Privileged to wear the shoes my parents
have been wearing their whole life, for just a week and the experience was
overwhelming. I felt the pain in my feet, like a lady wearing a heel for the
first time. What a sacrifice they have been making to wear those shoes!
Hmm, it is indeed an uneasy task aimed at fulfilling the desired dreams
for their children, the future leaders. While some parents take the responsibility
bestowed on them by God to an extra mile, others cannot afford the sacrifice,
for their children because of some circumstances beyond their control.
I write this to all parents who are giving their best to their children and to
those finding it hard out are trying to, I say kudos and keep flourishing.
To the children, let us make the parenting job easy for our parents and
guidance, because as the clock ticks, we are getting close to becoming parents.

For Love – Ovenomo Erube

You go on your knees
With eyes full of tearful pleas
You lose strength
Giving your last breath
You quarrel with friends
Forgetting you’ll need them when it bends
You disobey your parents
Falling into love net
You go against your will
To sweeten the pills
You hate your advisers
Because they were only putting you wise
You break all protocols
Without considering the cost
You change your principles
To fit the new rule
You change your belief
You create a sense of relieve
You forgive easily
To end the quarrel peacefully
You struggle to make ends meet
In the midst of the heat
You close your eyes to the flaw
Thinking it’s the rule of love
You share your most hidden secrets
As though you’re with a catholic priest
You practice self-giving
Making life more interesting
And then you lose blood
Oh my good Lord!!!

Could this be love?

As she walks into the hall
I couldn’t help but smile
With my heart bleeding from the
Arrow she shot me
My heart still craving for her love
Despite all the wounds
I incurred from loving her

Rarely, have I felt this way
This feeling is so strange
Is this how it feels
To let go of someone you love
And seeing them after a while
Your heart starts to race faster than ever 
Could this be love?

Hate

I had a bitter enemy,
His heart to hate he gave,
And when I died he swore that he
Would dance upon my grave;
That he would leap and laugh because
A livid corpse was I,
And that’s the reason why I was
In no great haste to die.

And then – such is the quirk of fate,
One day with joy I read,
Despite his vitalizing hate
My enemy was dead.
Maybe the poison in his heart
Had helped to haste his doom:
He was not spared till I depart
To spit upon my tomb.

The other day I chanced to go
To where he lies alone.
‘Tis easy to forgive a foe
When he is dead and gone. . . .
Poor devil! Now his day is done,
(Though bright it was and brave,)
Yet I am happy there is none
To dance upon my grave

Robert William Service