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Corinne's Thunder

2015-01-21T22:25:00.001-08:00

"Your husband is a big disgrace to the concept of effeminism..." Shirly, Corinne's boss, ranted on as Corinne held the phone to her ears whilst her face sank into her right hand. This is the 7th caller in nine minutes since the news was aired on the morning news channel. Her Facebook and Twitter have been buzzing away with notifications and she knows what they were about and who they could possibly be from. Corinne hung up before her boss could finish the sentence and that in itself would demand an explanation later.

Being married to the first man on the planet to openly declare he's got morning sickness, and confirmed by a registered GP, isn't a good idea at all. "Look, honey," Oyewale said to his wife, Corinne, "I am not making this up at all. You witness the way I wake up lately and start feeling queasy. You also know how my nose has been overly and negatively sensitive to any smells of recent. How could I have known Greg will make a national news of it when I called and told him I couldn't come to work because I might be having morning si..?" "Shut up," shouted Corinne, "can you hear yourself, Oye? This is a woman thing and we don't wonna share that one last luxury with you, don't you see? Isn't it bad enough that we have had our maternity leave slashed in half so you can cash in already and then to make things worse we have to now pay tax on child benefit because we earn more than you? How can you possibly be having morning sickness when I'm the one who is pregnant, why?" Cried Corinne as Oyewale sat down on the floor of the bathroom beside the bathtub.

Oyewale, a skilled laborer who worked on heights on a construction site, is someone who likes to play by the books. He, out of 50 laborers, was first to pass the CITB Health and Safety test for construction workers and had just had a CSCS card approval for skilled laborers. This would please the primary contractor as he is desperate to have someone who has passed such test to supervise work on site. Unfortunately, Greg, Oyewale's site supervisor, is yet to pass the test after several attempts. It is evident that Oyewale might be put up for a higher position should the HSE officers come for supervision the following week. They'd been on the site three weeks before and issued a control measure after assessing the risk on the site in a bid to halt the job until they can get the primary contractor to provide PPEs and training for the workers.

Hence it was evident that Greg did what he did in order to discredit and ridicule Oyewale. But that doesn't rule out the fact that Corinne's husband has successfully stolen the thunder from his wife's circumstances and very soon would become a trend men would start to emulate everywhere. But in reality, Oyewale is sick. He truly has morning sickness or at least he exhibits signs that relate remarkably to what 80% of women would normally feel in the first phase of their pregnancy. Oyewale kept spitting and craved for sweets things. He kept holding is mouth and pushed his head forward while running to a sink nearby each time his wife opened the fridge. He could perceive the smell from anywhere in their little council flat. Corinne would run after him to make sure he was ok. However, she wasn't finding it funny. It couldn't be funny because a woman normally looks forward to that time of early pregnancy when her husband would pamper her and apologise for putting her through the pain and discomfort of conception. In few cases, she would be in for some good treats to spas, massage rooms and just basic maintenance all catered to. Unfortunately, in this case and on top of all Corinne had undergone, she still had to do the school run for Jemma that morning. "If Jemma was your daughter, you would do her school run even if you were dying, Oye." Corinne moaned and slammed the door as she walked away.

Oyewale remembered he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket while Corinne was lashing out loud on him earlier and then decided to check who might have been trying to reach him after she'd left. It was a voicemail from Greg. "Ehh, hello it's GReg," with a Scottish accent like he was asking questions as opposed to passing an information "the pRess were here on the site and are askin' afteh ya jos' nau, okae? I didnae wootta sae so I told'em ya addRess, okae? Ehh, so they' on theiR wae to ya house nau? Ehh, I'm soRRy bot ya gonna thank me for makin' you a star todae? Bye nau, okae? GReg." This was 18 minutes ago since the voicemail came in and Oyewale works about 16 miles away just around 28 minutes drive on google map. And like Oyewale rightfully deducted, it was only less than two minutes before his wife stormed back into the bathroom lividly asking why the press was outside by the door and anxious to be buzzed in. It couldn't be worse for Oyewale at this point - sick, stardom waiting by the door and an English pregnant wife with a daughter running late ready to rain her Jordie wrath on him.

In Aiyetoro, Ogun state - Southern part of Nigeria, West Africa where Oyewale hails from, being the first son of a polygamous family of three wives and 11children and only child to have crossed the vast oceans to the promising shores of western lands, this wouldn't have been an issue at all. The reason is unknown.

- Aburo #greenvocabs

Earth's girl and Sky's Angel - (Inspired by Susan Amissah)

2012-02-13T05:45:00.000-08:00

Dear Whitney,

I'm shattered, scattered on the floor with tears, with heart, with hand and with knee
Eternity was what you said it'll take to break us
Where do I draw strength to go on with the belief now that I'm weak in brake-horse?
... Now Earth offers you all it's precious hidden jewels as food to eat
Warm Earth offers your coldness some covering - does it know you won't sing to it?

Earth thought it was the only world who listens to you singing
'had no clue sky angels crave you too and envy the world you sing in
Earth is like a mother-hen with nightingale chics and these sky angels are hawks.
Who protects Earth - has it got a rooster, where is its cock?

They couldn't wait for your time so they had to whisk you into that abysmal slumber
Their talons' marks are allover a daily routine you've done times without number -
That now you're steel cold, not a CPR if powered by the sun will bring you back to life?
If the whole of Earth's iron ore were fashioned into the sharpest sword/knife,
It won't scratch the ropes of lure that's pulled you beyond the sky's lens?

The gathering of Earth's best choirs will never out-sing your songs' silence
And as you join others to sing in the skies, we'll forever dance to your echoes
Sadly, to the world's unborn children and future generations there goes..

I take off my art, earth, heart, hut, hurt, and hat (lest I get lost in..)
And lowly give a bow, a salute, a tribute to our Earth's regal Whitney Houston!!

Adieus..xx

Dedicated to Whitney Houston - RIP!

byPaul Martins

http://www.facebook.com/martinspaulices
http://facebook.com/paulmol

Start what?

2011-12-14T13:28:00.000-08:00

If I start it lovers will come.

They'll come in their hundreds;

Each with most loved of their lovers, they'll come.

The venus sounds of mute words laid in bold brilliant yet subtle colors will speak to them;

Each one thinking of the next one they'll come with, they'll come.

'We'll come' said one, 'Paul please start it, others will surely come.'

'We'll come in our thousands;

Each with hopes of ...leaving with an extra lover, we'll come.

Let it be summer - One of those nights when the moon is consumed in black jealous clouds and

Bonfire flames burn higher as we feed fire all our skimpy dresses

Each of us gleeming at the reflection of bare nature - bright silhouette, we'll come'.

'Tobi, start it people will come; people must certainly come!'

by Paul Martins

http://www.facebook.com/paulmol

Dude..

2011-12-14T11:46:00.000-08:00

Still broke at 38

Stress aggravates

Suicide.. contemplate – wetin I go do?

See, I like to brag

Like I got millions in my bag

But really I'm a rag – wetin I go do?

Her face is like crash

But her butt is the splash

Plus I need her cash – wetin I go do?

She’s also 38

She's got real estates

But she lacks a mate – wetin I go do?

She works in a bank

Then she fills my tanks

(I think she likes the spanks) – wetin I go do?

She don’t dress to kill

But she dey foot the bills

In bed she got skills – wetin I go do?

She’s an ‘after three’

Each from different daddy

They all call me daddy – wetin I go do?

She works 9 – 5

Keeping brother alive

I sit she drives – wetin I go do?

But her cousin is the ..ish

Pretending.. How I wish..

I want more than her dish – wetin I go do?

Time and millions in my hand

Her cousin's my demand

Teasing I can't stand – wetin I go do?

by Paul Martins. (in Nigerian Pidgin english)

http://www.facebook.com/paulmol

tales of a dying love.

2010-09-01T10:24:00.000-07:00

When love grows stale

Expressions seem like tolerable mail

The mind and heart eclipse

And day for a loved one is gone.

When love turns pale

Feelings remain numb and very frail

Communication becomes a baneful necessity

And anger’s litmus turns blue quite easily to small deeds.

When love grants bail

Kisses no more lighten any trail

Touch becomes colourless as the wind

Then an old enemy, Distance, becomes a good redeemer.

When love resumes to sail

It takes away its blinding veil

Leaving errs and faults instead of compliments

Vague unique memories and no special moments anymore

And when finally love becomes a tale

It is told to another lovelier fe/male

As time makes space for new events

And plenty of time too as currency to spend

Understand, love is energy

And our hearts are temporary!

by Paul Martins

http://www.facebook.com/paulmol

Love was you

2010-08-27T19:23:00.000-07:00

You were what I always dreamt of!

Somehow you came to me

And like a child

I came pure, innocent and young.

Like a man,

You came with your sweet big heart.

Still think about those nights:

You and shy me;

Me and silly you.

You made me laugh

I made you cry!

Gave me love

More than I saw

In my sleep.

Love became all we had -

All we wanted

We did not know where to put it,

Ran out of space

And lost the difference

Between good and bad.

What was so strong

Became paper thin

And blew away with the wind.

Still, after all these years,

Through distance and time;

Flings and lovers,

This bed

Still feels lonely without you.

Find it so hard to believe myself,

How you got me in every single inch.

No one has come that far

And I am so proud of you

You and your sweet mesmerize!

Muah!

By Ima Boma-Granville

lovenominee@yahoo.com

http://sucresunshine.blogspot.com/

http://www.facebook.com/sucre.sunshine

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Get out!

2010-08-24T22:00:00.000-07:00

I get out.

I’ll get out of all your boxes

I’ll get out; you can’t hold me in these chains

I’ll get out; father free me from this bondage

Knowing my condition is the reason I must change.

Your stinking resolution

Is no type of solution

Preventing me from freedom

Maintaining your pollution

I won’t support your lie no more

I won’t even try no more

If I have to die oh lord

That’s how choose to live

I won’t be compromised no more

I can’t be victimized no more

I just don’t sympathize no more

‘Cos now I understand

You just wonna use me

You say ‘love’ and abuse me

You never thought you’d lose me

But how quickly we forget

That nothing is for certain

You thought I’d stay here hurting

Your guilt trip’s just not working

Repressing me to death

‘Cos now I’m choosing life

I take the sacrifice

If everything must go, then go

That’s how I choose to live

No more compromises

I see past your disguises

Blinding through mind control

Stealing my eternal soul

Appealing through material

To keep me as your slave

But I get out!

I’ll get out of all your boxes

I get out; oh you can’t hold me in these chains

I’ll get out; oh I want out of social bondage

Knowing my condition is the reason why I must change

See, what you see is what you get

Oh, and you ain’t seen nothing yet

I don’t care if you’re upset

I could care less if you’re upset

It don’t change the truth

And your hurt feeling is no excuse

To keep me in this box – psychological locks

Repressing true expression

Cementing this repression

Promoting mass deception

So that no one can be healed

I don’t respect your system

I won’t protect your system

When you talk I don’t listen

Oh let my father’s will be done

Oh just get out!

Oh, just get out of all this bondage

Just get out; oh you can’t hold me in these chains

Just get out; all these traditions killing freedom

Knowing my condition is the reason why I must change

I just accepted what you said

Keeping me among the dead

The only way to know

Is to walk then learn and grow

But faith is not your speed

Oh, you’d had everyone believe

That you’re the sole authority

Just follow the majority

Afraid to face reality

The system is a joke

Oh, you’d be smart to save your soul

And escape this mind control

You spend your life in sacrifice

To a system for the dead

Oh, are you sure there’s a passion for this living?

Are you sure it’s God you’re serving?

Obligated to a system

Getting less than you’re deserving

Who made up these schools I say?

Who made up these rules I say?

Animal conditioning

Oh, just to keep us as a slave

Oh just get out

Of this social purgatory

Just get out; all these traditions are a lie

Just get out; superstition killing freedom

Knowing my condition is the reason I must die

Just get out

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they never come...

2010-08-16T16:57:00.000-07:00

..

I often always wonna write – oh yes!
But I have noticed something over years
Especially when I’m set with pen and paper here
The words never drop into my deep listening - my inner ears

Clouds of inspiration want to RAIN and I expect gushes
I anticipate rushes but get trickles.
And when I expect floods of words
I get drizzles for shower – lost to lust!

Writing about how Oceans are offsprings of little drops
Sons of mighty rivers;
And Jungles are children of tiny seeds -
Siblings to great forests
Just as Forefathers of ancient times are split seconds
We need to give heed to little beginnings
Pay attention to little things…

Thinking about how poetry is art
A poem is from the heart
Finest proses source from a deep hurt
As a poet, though I rise to heavens, I’m down to earth…

Dreaming I live where paradise birds sing on exotic trees
Bumble and honey bees flirt on fragrance flowers
Iced milkshake for oceans and assorted fruit juice for seas
Farm animals are already barbequed with hot sauce - yet roaming
Choice aphrodisiac nuts of all sorts as pebbles
Where clouds are colourful cotton candies
I find Alcohol when I dig a little in this pastry-like earth
Wine drops from the skies when it rains
Lakes are different soups with grilled fish so well spiced – yet swimming…
And pearls and gems and diamonds are stones
Where the only form of transport is our thoughts
Sun, moon, stars and seasons are at our 'anytime'...

If you read all that, by now you are asking, ‘So, what’s my aim?’
It’s so clear I have not said a thing!
I have struggled, stayed, starred and oh what a shame
And if you are wondering if all this is just a game
Sorry my dear, it’s simply this: the words never came!

by Paul Martins

http://www.facebook.com/paulmol

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Man.

2010-08-13T21:49:00.000-07:00

A man has fallen again!

Man has slain his kin and has broken the jade of silence with his cries of pain he screams from within.

See the plane, stained by the blood from that broken vein. 'Sin, sin!' Earth complains, saying 'Again, man has gone insane. He has brought back the banes of Cane.'

Peace breaks with the loud crowd of a woman's laments as she cries. You don't know what a tear drop contains; its content when it rolls down a mother's eyes. Fears of a wife when she lowly sighs. She asks the constellations as she stares blankly into starless skies, 'Would my man come back home to me this night?' She consults her oracles to inquire about the soul that flies from a man who dies be not the one who bade her farewell this morning with cheerful byes.

Man has peeled the heart off a brother and spilled the life of another. Was it not man who said strength dwells and peace remains when we loved and lived together? Now he kills the very one he looks after.

Until he fills the love we don't have for another with the one we feel when with our fathers; until blood don't longer splatter nor body parts litter, the land will not heal.

The skies shall break but her waters shall wake scorpions, spiders, aligators and snakes. Don't you know the human race is at stake when often on another life you wickedly take? Your conscience no longer shakes. You fake the smile on your face and tie the lace of a brother's boots but wait till he takes few paces before you stab and then rake him.

Again, the skies will break but her waters shall poison oceans, seas and lakes. The earth shall heal a little but thereafter, quakes.

Man is emblem of his problem. He has competed with himself, defeated and has maimed himself. Man claims to be good and his works for the good of many men. Man has become predators, man has become prey and together, they play life an awful game. If only we can put all these behind us and unite to truely become one -

but even as I speak, some innocent men have fallen again. Shame!

by Paul Martins

martinspaulices@yahoo.com

http://www.facebook.com/paulmol

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Luv burds!!

2010-08-08T16:40:00.000-07:00

When death strips you off help and a loved one.

Here, his mate is injured and the condition is appalling!

Here, he brings her food and attends to her with love and compassion...

Brings her food but shocked with her death, he tries to move her...

Stands beside her and screams; saddened of her death...

Finally, aware that she would not return to him and she has departed; stands beside her body; sad and sorrowful...

Photos of two birds are said to have been taken in the Republic of Ukraine Where the bird is trying to save his mate. Millions of people cry after watching this picture in America and Europe. It is said that the photographer sold these picture for a nominal price to the most famous news paper in France. And all the copies of that news paper were sold out on the day of publishing these pictures.

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..not afraid..

2010-08-06T15:56:00.000-07:00

Everybody, come take my hand!

We will walk this road together - through the storm.

I am not afraid to take a stand

Whatever weather, cold or warm.

Just to let you know that you are not alone.

...Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road!

by Annabel Chuny

Eminem - Not Afraid!!

annabell4real_2004@yahoo.com

facebook.com/Annabelchuny

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What Passion is!

2010-08-01T13:19:00.000-07:00

If all knowledge were one in your hands

And like God, on surface of earth, you stand.

Your days will be long and your nights will be cold.

If you had stayed where immortals worship - in heaven and sanity

Long would you have known there's just one truth in reality

The truth of eternal friendship:

Love is just a poet's fantasy.

If you had lost, in the impending hour, the knots which tie

Your heart irrevocably to a man;

If your eyes had ceased in the moment of truth their impending tears;

If you had seen forever in the passion of today:

A kiss would bite -

A hug will maim.

Love would be a lethal sting.

Friendship is passion!

written by Wole King

Who is sovereign?

2010-08-01T11:52:00.000-07:00

Who is really superior? Who will be on top? Who will stand whilst he watches the others fall on their knees and bow down? Who will lead and who will have to follow? These and more are the questions I have often asked myself several times. Although I have got answers but I realise admitting them has been something I still find very disturbing.

First of all, let us look at the humans as we take two out of the several races and build a case study by them. Here, we have the negroid and caucasoid races; two of which were originally living solitarily and had no foreknowledge of the other.

The sea was a vast barrier seperating these two races leaving them with little or no spark to wander anywhere. Not until curiosity and bravery found a fertile ground in the heart of the white race first; consequently, an unquenching thirst to know the unfamiliar began driving them to creating and inventing things. In turn, after lots of efforts (resulting to errors and successes), their knowledge increased and thus they became powerful - intelligent enough to cross the capacious seas to the other side where they met the black race.

At the sighting of the white man, the black man marvelled and was later taken for slavery by these 'visitors'. Their 'straw darts' couldn't match the skills of speeding bullets as their voodoo chants fell on the deaf ears of chemical formulas and mathematical equations.

In reference to the above summary, who among the aliens or humans has successfully been able to cross the vast sea-like barrier of space in between them to reach the other first? Who has sighted the other's first visits? Who has been more curious and who began to invent first? Who has become 'Powerful'?

Lastly, curiosity and bravery always defeat the mystery of the unknown by knowledge which then ultimately breeds 'Power'; and if your answer has been the aliens, then your fear of who is superior and what is 'impending' in the future is as good as mine.

short essay wrtitten by Paul Martins

Come..

2010-07-30T17:29:00.000-07:00

Come, make one heart.
Add mine to yours
Or if you love me
Take my heart.

Come, make one heart.

Share more than tears

Take my heart if not
Leave yours with me.

Come, make one heart.
Again if not
Take my heart
But leave your tears
So I may cry
With all my heart
For two - singly.

Then if my heart

Should return to me

With added tears,

Lover, I might love even tears
With constancy!

'wrote this poem in '00

One Opposite Sex

2010-07-29T07:31:00.000-07:00

Smart and Discreet

Wise and Calculative

Meek yet very Elusive

Very Fine and very Attractive

Hard working and Famous

Mature and vast in life's lessons

Disciplined and well cultured

Wealthy and so Generous.

You are all these and more to the world

Except for one to which you are nothing

but

a BIG fool.

Dedicated to the very very career minded person!

by Paul Martins

http://www.facebook.com/martinspaulices

I NEED YOU.

2010-07-28T03:49:00.000-07:00

I need You now more than ever before

I need more of Your grace

More of Your grace to remain in You...

I had been on this road before-

A little urge here, a little insecurity there

And I was back to what it was

Back to the same as before

The road I loathed.

Oh, I knew where I was headed

I hoped it wouldn’t be the same

But my hope was far-fetched.

I had to find my way back to Him

I had to find His way

The way to Him was long and hard.

I hated myself for hurting Him

After all He’d done for me,

Was He not worthy of my worship?

I made excuses for me

I celebrated my weaknesses

It had to be all about me

But then, I thought of all He’d been through

I thought of how He wanted me to be His',

Of how His love reached out to find me

And ooh, how He loved me

In spite of me, He loved me with all He had

I knew I had to come to the end of myself

He was worthy of more than I chose to give

... ... ... ...

I love You and I need You

Teach me to follow Your lead

I ask that You’d come and be my CORE

That by Your grace, I may live every WORD You’ve called me to be

By Irewamide Onadeko

klevermie@hotmail.com

'Though late in the Cocoon..but I'll fly!'

2010-07-27T19:02:00.000-07:00

Going through the darkness all alone, struggling in the cocoon of life, with one focus for a destiny, using little or no resources available only that which is buried within. Oh be careful, do not scar (your beauty) the future with the steps of today! A little to the left, more to the right, oh yes its so difficult...you alone in the dark with nothing to help you see...

'Oh you promised to help me get out of this..you were all that I had, but where are you...?' it cried out loud, 'I am left with nothing but the inner strengths, the dogged determination'; yes all around you they are budding and taking flight, scattered around in beautiful colours.

You try a lot to be free of this thing called present...and just when you grew so weak, with no strength left to fight, the last shreds come off and suddenly you emerge...stronger and bigger with the most unusual colours mother nature ever had in mind...

Yes all around you others stop to stare cos they are shocked at how long it took you but amazed at how beautiful your wings are...they've been set in the most unusual pattern because it took you longer to emerge.

'Hmmm, oh how perfect I look,' says the butterfly...

by Maureen Gem
http://achangeforexellence.blogspot.com/

Beautiful Scars!

2010-07-27T08:08:00.000-07:00

Beautiful in the truth

I am blessed with each look

My skin tells about

...where I've been and all I have gone through.

On my feet, my hands, my teeth and my face,

There is a mark telling a tale,

Each one represents a gain or a pain

Everything I have survived till date

Yet, I have not won all the battles in my race

But I am sure His grace helps me all to take

So to Him I always give the praise

And hope one day I will smile and tell a good story

Of my conquest of fame and glory;

Each line saying something intriguing

Of how all my many injuries brought me to victory.

I have grown with a stronger heart, I am living a better life;

Afterall, I am blessed with beautiful scars...

by OYEWALE SOLANA

http://www.facebook.com/oyewalesolana

The Day Tayo Ojo Cried!

2010-07-26T16:39:00.000-07:00

I have seen things few are allowed to see

And things few haven't seen have beheld me.

The divine commune between man and spirit

Has fallen once in the expose of my limit.

Angels fighting Demons amidst stars with no skies -

An event I conceived with my very eyes.

A comet in a shooting star's way - just a clip.

I have seen a wolf torn apart by a sheep

I have seen man eat infants

And watched a wasp slay an elephant

I have seen lies like arrows directed towards another

Once a brother gave his kin to a higher bidder.

I have felt love turn years to days

And how I saw forever in the nights of yesterdays.

Once I saw a book with a map to Hell

And how, for a soul, compassion from the Devil's mind fell.

I have heard the behemoth cries of lost souls as they gnash their teeth

And the Devil pull back a struggling priest back into Hades' pit.

And to the things I will never behold

Are those in Time's span that would never be told.

I have seen the bin where CATASTROPHIES are thrown by the prayers of saints

And how that good girl had to pull down her pants for only one cent.

I have passed our ken and saw the entity called Insanity

I've eavesdropped and heard things concerning humanity

How of all the things I saw yet stood brave and braver

Save your tears, though tiny, each drops like mighty explotions; my heart fell

and wits quaver as you cried me a river!

By Paul Olutobi Martins
http://www.facebook.com/paulmol
http://www.facebook.com/martinspaulices
2002 - when hopes of admission was lost

Dreams

2010-07-26T14:08:00.000-07:00

Sang this song a particular day

Hoped for a dream that night

But you - I did not see.

Upset with my obsession

I set myself down to some questioning???

Wondering and wondering if you were listening...

Then I heard that stamp in the court room

This case was 'adjourned'

Took a deep breath from my deepest within

And it was that, this night, I slept with bravery

Another hearing in court - wasn't imagery

Yes! Alas - I did see you.

Lilac curtains in clusters forming frails

Lying on the cashmail rug

Dancing your body close to mine

Stirring into those eyes - elevation scenario

Spite at the break of dawn

Feigning a yawn.

By Anthea Osagbobu

This is who is in this black Jag, peoples!!

2010-07-23T19:02:00.000-07:00