Fool's Gold

Yeah because in our generation, it's almost shameful to talk about how you're a virgin.
And the fellas are likely to ridicule and disparage you if you've only a theoretical knowledge of 'sexing'.
So of course he makes up stories.
Of course he knows she's a slut.
He wants to feel like his homies, 
So he weaves tales about his uncontrollable lust.
Suddenly it's weak to have intellectual conversations 
Or watch movies that leave you deep in thought.
All everyone seems to talk about are their favorite 'positions',
Or the size of some girl's butt.

But in time fellas become fathers 
- Hopefully from someone they managed to put a ring on - 
And supposing your little girl became some guys statistic
Would you have the tongue to say that he is wrong?
Because it wasn't a big deal when it was another girl 
What did you care about how she was cherished by her father?
'Boys will be boys' became the mantra you chanted well;
And even after you made your shamelesness another bestseller
It never occurred to you that you became the beast to that belle.

So now there are blurry cutout pieces of many 'hers'
in the catalogue of conquests you built through the years.
But in the end does it really leave you satisfied
Or does the echo of your lacking substance ring in your ears?
There is no glory in being a slave to your urges,
It is no art to destroy perfectly crafted hearts. 
Plus there is a jealous One who made the bodies you keep defiling... 
I just thought to remind you of that fact.

xxx, Kwiksie.

Tell Me About Yourself

"So, tell me about yourself."

He gives me this instruction flippantly.
But he doesn't seek a serious response apparently.
Since we began conversing, I'd identified his real interest;
One that his eyes declared before his lips formed a sentence.
It really wasn't difficult, he made it plain as day
And although my face kept his attention for a bit,
Clearly my chest held more sway.
The three layers of clothing I'd hoped would be my shield
Had failed at the job that was supposed to be in their field.
Rendering my precautionary steps pointless
Because with minds like his,
Even if I wore a steel armor, I'd still be undressed.

But he asked a question, and I digress.
I wonder what answer would be easiest for him to process...

Shall I tell him the bad, do I exaggerate the good?
Will it matter to him that at the moment my 3 little ones have had no food?
Do I go into details, or would he want plain facts?
I have been diagnosed with diabetes -
How about we talk on that?
I'm working to pay my fees at school,
To my last two exes I was a tool.
I used to steal at one time,
My father abandoned us when I was nine.
I've had to raise my siblings cus y'know,
Mom's got drinking problems - and keeps falling for jerks like you.
I struggled with depression in my teens because
It was unlikely that anyone could resist hating all that I was.
My body has always gotten me in trouble.
In fact, my last boss fired me and said I'd do better at a brothel.
I used to smile more when I was little.
I did that for a few more years -
But pretending life is good became too difficult
So I grew content with drowning in my tears.
I have a good voice, but I never sing.
Someone wanted to marry me once,
But my best friend stole the ring.
I've got a million questions about life, eternity, and Jesus.
I really I love my family and want to know if He would actually save us!
I need a break soon because I can feel myself slipping.
I'd call out for help one more time, but I've lost my voice asking.

But then, he doesn't REALLY want to know this girl.
So I pull up my camisole real high and shrug.

"There's nothing to tell."

xxx, Kwiksie.

About Last Night

Want to know what I think?

I think what happened last night in Paris is shocking and tragic and heartbreaking and yet infuriating. I think it's a very sad and unpleasant surprise to victims, their loved ones, and the world at large. I think we SHOULD pray for Paris. And pray for our countries. And pray for this speedily crumbling world of ours.

In addition, I think folks who are getting upset over the fact that Nigerians and others are encouraging prayers and solidarity and humane reactions to this show of cowardly cruelty on other human beings, are some of the most pathetic individuals on the planet. I've seen comments and posts actually shaming people for being concerned and upset about what has happened; their justification for such baseless insensitivity being that these Nigerians who are so concerned about what's happening in France were not supposedly as expressive or emotional or bothered when various attacks on Nigeria occurred.The belief system of these individuals follows the line of thought that Nigerians should be more bothered about all their many problems before they start acting like busy bodies and joining the bandwagon to mourn with and pray for Paris.

Wow. Just wow. 

I don't know where my disgust at such thinking should start from. I mean, I know we humans tend to be brutally selfish but this is quite deep. So, the pain and suffering of others becomes less relevant or even unworthy of any attention or feeling whatsoever simply because we have personal pains to deal with eh? Or we should all consider ourselves shameless and unpatriotic because we show concern for other HUMAN BEINGS who happen to live on another continent?

Can you not hear the folly in what you're throwing a tantrum about? It's disgusting that anyone would try to mask their innate disregard for human life and the well being of others, under some trash-worthy  twisted bants of national concern and the guise of patriotic fervency. 

If you think there is a problem with having a heart and letting it bleed at the hurt of others then you are cold and callous and in need of prayers yourself!

Of course charity begins at home and we should encourage our people to learn to value and cherish their own more. But this is the wrongest time to be teaching that lesson fam. And it's silly to be getting upset that (in your estimation) the world didn't turn off lights at attacks from Boko Haram or when they took our precious children for ages. For goodness sake, who goes around comparing tragedies and going: "My tragedy is more tragic than yours"?! Something terrible has happened. Period. If everyone who's ever suffered some hurt or pain in life (and I'm pretty sure everyone can claim they have) decided they'd wallow in their own sorrow and leave everyone else to theirs,  trust me, our world would be a lot less habitable.

Don't shut down your feelings. Please. 

Besides, as I informed someone earlier today, many of us are still yet to learn to value our nation Nigeria and the lives in it. Its not about posting the Nigerian flag on your instagram page on Oct 1, learn to love your country!! If I treat my things like trash and show disdain for my possessions, no matter how valuable they are, chances are my friends and others around me will learn how to mistreat and abuse my own things from me.

Its the same for us.

We don't do enough and try hard enough and pray often enough for our own Nation. Stop being bitter that somebody else isn't excelling in what you failed at! If you want to encourage folks to constantly keep our country and our leaders and our people in their thoughts, hearts and prayers then do so.But don't sit there acting like you love Nigeria so much when there's the high possibility you've slandered and cursed your nation by your words and actions just as much as the next guy. And even if your love is sincere, loving one doesn't make it impossible to love others. Plus if you're one of those who claim to learn the love lifestyle from the God who IS love, then you'd remember that He never put a limit to His loving so why on earth should you?

Please, enough with the spiteful insensitivity and selfishness. Because it isn't love if you only give it when you're getting it back.

Lord heal us from these afflictions we create.

Help us learn love and unlearn hate.

God help Parisians, lead them from the dark.

Lord be their comforter and the healer of every broken heart.

Amen.

#TurnUp!

Loud.
The boom from the speakers
The squeaks from their sneakers
His bold attempt to seduce her
The excitement birthed by liquor.

Low.
Any and every sense of morality
The ability to distinguish hallucinations from reality
Their self restraining abilities
...on the dance floor go their indulged bodies.

Long.
Each person's drag on the shisha
The hours spent defiling one another
-is the distance between them and order
...naps and aspirins are all they assume they'll need after.

Late.
Some will be if they grab the steering
When they'll see that all they worshipped were worth nothing
...into the night they'll keep 'grooving '
It will be to repent if death does the sobering.

#whatareyouusingyourlifefor?

xxx, Kwiksie~

She Doesn't Belong

Several moments before her wristwatch indicated the passing of one day and the birth of another, she let her mind fly in search of the memories she desired be brought to her....

Suddenly,  it came.
She didnt want to belong anymore.
Truth be told, she really never wanted to but she had refused to admit it because she wasn't sure if her nonchalance was good.

It turns out, it was.

Diminished was every other thing's worth and allure. For quite sometime she'd realised that after Him nothing could really matter more. The distractions were countless and the haters merciless. Several addictive habits struggled to keep her in their clutches, because if they trapped her long enough they knew her mind and heart would need crutches -
But none of it worked. She pulled through. She let go of all the weighty emptiness to faithfully embrace hope.

The hope that she would not only be wise but that she'd consciously let love replace her eyes.

The hope that in place of every tear would be ten reasons to rejoice.

The hope of the higher calling that goes far beyond this sphere...

The hope that His truth and love would be so vividly expressed, that it obliterates every fear.

She didn't want to belong. She was already owned.
And all she really wanted was for her owner's name and truth to be known.

------------------------ Happy New Month to You and Happy New Year to me.  😊😉

xxx, Kwiksie  💗