A BIT OF US

I was at the airport the other day and saw some white men with  their bags walking towards the terminal for their announced flight. What I saw in their bags are bits of our integrity and the bond that glued us to our culture as a united people. That was when I came up with this...

Our hearts beat from different worlds

Far enough to silent spoken words 

We scream out loud with drawn swords 

Communication is tampered with even when we ain't dump.

We look different unlike innocence 

We bought anger and sold out our conscience

One people, one nation- a truth which only exists on our lips

But we are ready to strike when others fall asleep. 

We are sixty

A time that exposes the duration of our foolishness 

But we are the smartest people in the world.

Well, that's another self deceit. 

I'm tired of praying for change

When it will never affect my minimum wage. 

Since the young never get old even at age seventy five, 

Then the young shall never grow.

DO NOT THINK THAT I HAVE SENSE...

DO NOT THINK THAT I HAVE SENSE, I'm just a fellow who thinks a lot.

I wrote in one of my unpublished spoken word pieces, "if I found a lady half my mum's characteristics, then I've found a wife..."

I know I've heard my friends say this and I believed it not because they said it but because I'm an experienced man myself, "All ladies are the same."

This is vast. I mean extremely vast. It springs up worldwide debate with both genders having a bite of victimization, but the female gender is accused for it all especially in Africa.

Most guys crave ladies with the exact touch of their mothers' character and attitude, but not all desire to be like their fathers, the men loved by these mothers. Not all desire to hold on to Africanism, become men their women would want to honour and adore. Not even all will act a better father's role than their fathers, but they desire the same treatment given to a real father and husband.

I'm no supporter of gender equality because every gender has a role to play for the development and sustainability of life. We are all wired differently, intentionally, to call a spade a spade.

A woman cannot be a man. But I am terribly against domestic violence, brutality, and control.

#IamPensWorld

©2021

A FEEL OF NATURE

A FEEL OF NATURE

The clock ticks 

The days are cold

I feel the smell of the earth

As the tears of heaven graze her.

A soft whisper that I need a companion

For it is not good I be alone

A silent wish that the world was mine

I would have made you the DIAMOND I mined.

The wealth of my father,

Which certainly will make me declare, "The Lord is Good."😊😊

©PensWorld (Your favorite Poet) 2021

ATTEND TO MY WORDS...

One of my big Bros in church once joked about me using my "my dad told me..." "my mum told me..." in some of my spoken word pieces.

The replay of his words later that day pulled smiles out of my face, and it always does whenever I remember them. 

Let me tell you guys why I always use the words from my parents...

Proverbs 4:20 says... "My son, attend to my words..." 

To begin with, my parents are my first teachers, pastors, name them, they are my first everything good after I was born. 

My parents are two very different beings who found a common ground to deep root their feet.

My dad is a strong man, very analytical, detailed and picky, loves following procedures in doing thing. He is decisive and a great thinker.

My mum on the other hand is soft, prefers to take the heat for your sake, a praying machine, she does things how she dims right, she can sacrifice and love. Etc. 

Funny enough, all these qualities and more I took after them. Some in bigger shades, while some in smaller shades. These are unconscious ways they communicate to me; and action they say speaks louder than words. 

Over the years, I took it as a project to get enough wisdom from my dad, learn tradition and culture of our Igboland from him since I wasn't born in the east, and see Christianity from his own point of view as a way of life and not some religious practice. 

And from my mum, learn to forgive and let go, pray- with the knowledge that this world is a war zone, she taught me how to give and sacrifice, how to be strong and smile when the tides are down, and above all, how to love unconditionally. 

Together, they've taught me how to communicate because I can have a very long gist with either of them any day and time. 

These and more are the reasons why I always make references to them or quote their words. They are great couples indeed. My one prayer to God for them is longevity of life. And to bless me and my siblings the more to spoil them.

PROTECT YOUR CHILD FROM SEXUAL ABUSE

It was my visit to bro Omikunle's house that broke my virginity. What's wrong to visit him to perfect scoring a song for choir ministration on Sunday. He was a very talented keyboardist...

I was almost like an errand girl to brother Ade, who used to leave me with tips after major errands ran. I could still remember that painful pierce that poked me so badly that I lost my voice to scream for help. He held me so close and closed my mouth with his large palm.  I was but 15...

I was barely 10 when Aunty Nkechi introduced me to pornography. She always called me, "my husband". My parent liked her for her little gifts to me especially when she came back from major travels and when I performed so well at school. I still remember how deep she moaned as I innocently obeyed to lick her up on my 10th birthday after she took me out...

Mrs Ozoemena was an highly rich Deaconess in our church. Her happiness when I told her about my admission made me even happier. She finally said I was now a big boy that I should come to the house for extra food stuff and cash a day she fixed by herself. She already packaged the food stuff and provisions and also kept some money on the table which I knew at first glanced would be way more than what my parents would give to me. An option she placed before me to claim the tempting packages was to have sex with her. I was confused and shocked at the same. Before I knew it, she dropped her piece of cloth that covered her nakedness, and that's how she made me a gigolo.

Child Sexual Abuse is real and still happens. Protect your kids and loved ones!!!