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2014 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,700 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 28 trips to carry that many people.

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The Wall…

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Art by: amity

There is something about you;
it feels like the morning dew,
awakening my soul.
It draws me to you every clock tick.

I try to reach it
but I can’t touch it.
I see you reach out
but you can’t feel it.

There is something about me too;
I guess you don’t know it yet.
I can’t figure it out either.
All I can say is it lives in me.

Don’t try to find it.
Don’t try at all.
It is a part of me you’ll never know.
We’ll just pretend it doesn’t exist.

There is something about us;
We love, we laugh, we live in dreamland
but for the wall,
ours would have been heavens made.

Shall we break it?
Can we change it?
Shall we scale it?
Shall we pretend it exist not?

There is  really  nothing  about  us;
It’s  just a dream, a beautiful  dream.
If only I could sleep forever…
Then this wall, ‘reality’, shall be broken.

Change

They say that I should kill the flesh 
And I know that is true 
But when they say I have too much 
What then should I do? 

It’s easy to say all is well 
When you can’t see my war. 
Myself my scars my excess skin
My mind and so much more. 

How can you then say cheer up girl 
When my body drags me down? 
I’m told I should be comfortable 
With the insecure heart I drown. 

My past my pain it all adds up 
In this sum of rejection. 
My mirror twin I still despise 
Whenever I see her reflection. 

Have you ever been so mad 
At God for making you so?
Have you nearly lost your mind 
And thought of letting go?

Have you ever tried to fix 
And remould His design? 
But realising that it is so hard 
To change my body in time. 

I do not want to be assured 
I do not want their lies 
I do not want their fake acceptance 
Hearing me with their eyes. 

Simple words are sharpened daggers 
Stabbing my bleeding wound 
The Kadeen Sakira Thomas you know 
Has been swallowed by flesh, consumed.

They say that I should kill the flesh 
And I know that is true 
But when they say I have too much
I wish I could be made anew.

Written by Kadeen
( Kadeen loves writing poems and views it as a sort of therapy. She likes to sing and her favorite color is yellow :))

Praise

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My mouth is filled with praise

Oh! I can’t stop

For when I think of HIS grace

My mended heartbeat -a-raise

To the angelic tune of praise

My legs and waist

twist and sway 

to the melody 

released in  HIS glorious place of praise.

My soul is lifted

My ‘aliens’ are gifted

They sing in harmony

For only a living soul

Can praise.

No time to lament

No time to mourn

Not even a moan

Shall escape this

Praise filled mouth

When at the throne of praise.

Thank you

I just want to
                     Thank you
For the follows,
                     For the likes
and comments too.
                     You made blogging fun
This year.
              This is wishing you all
Happy holidays.

Amity’s Passion…

The Z Channel

It is Day 2.

The second of the fairy sisters have spun her wand and out comes this jolly and feel good poem that reminds us of the cheer in the air, and the reason for the season.

Enjoy.

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It is Christmas

A season to be merry
Everyone-a-preparing

Gifts and wrappers
Shoppers-a-shopping

Brightly lit streets
Everywhere-a-bubbling

Snowless winter
Leafless trees-a-Twinkling

Puddings and crackers
Turkey-a-roasting

Somewhere in the busy city
A soul-a-crying

Down in the cold alley
A heart is a-mourning

‘Cos it still don’t feel like Christmas without-a-loving

* give a gift of love to those who can’t repay you…
Visit  the Motherless, homeless, old people’s home… Lets share the joy of Christmas with them*

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CURE

She dragged herself along the dusty and narrow path that led to the notorious twelve pins.

The path was well hidden by bushes so that only those who knew about the twelve pins could access it.

She had heard them talk quietly among themselves about how ‘magically dangerous’ the twelve pin is.

They, the ‘strange ones’, with the funny hair cut.

She had never thought she would be going there herself as she had always sneered at them with the funny hair cut.

As if hypnotized, She found herself  heading there  that  evening.

She craved ‘magic‘ Suicidal as it seemed.

Her heavy feet dragged along the dusty path.

It was a long walk and her throat begged for a drop of liquid.

Any liquid.

Her heart beat faster with every step she took closer to the twelve pins, threatening to bust out of her aching chest.

As she dragged herself along, thoughts of earlier occurrence burdened her  heart.

She needed to forget it.

After walking the seemingly never ending length of the bushy path, she came to a wide opening and right at the

center was the twelve pins.

She headed towards it  with the little strength left in her.

Once she got to the entrance which looked like a lion’s open mouth, she pressed the teeth-like buzzer and a husky

voice asked for the pass-code.

She knew the pass-code because she had overheard it from the them with the strange hair cut.

She nervously repeated what she heard.

The door swung open.

She walked in, her heart in her mouth.

The air in the dimly lit room  was kind of offensive to her nostrils but it really did not matter to her.

She had a mission and the mission must be accomplished.

She found her way to the counter.

She could feel all eyes on her.

She knew they knew she was new and different too.

She had always been different.

She never seem to fit in anywhere.

Her being different brought her this far.

She needed a cure.

Through The Eyes of a Blind Child

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Beneath the long straggly branches of an old willow tree. Disillusioned by life, with good reason to frown, for the world was intent on dragging me down. And as if that weren’t enough to ruin my day, a young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play. He stood right before me with his head tilted down and said with great excitement “Look what I found” in his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight, with its petals all worn, not enough rain or too little light. Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play, I faked a smile and then shifted away. But instead of retreating, he sat next to me and placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise “It sure smells pretty and it’s beautiful too. That’s why I picked it. Here it’s for you”

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out of the shadow: Liebster Award Nomination.

 

 

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So I was nominated for the Liebster award by  me .

Thank you so much sunshine for nominating me.

I  am greatly honored.

Though this is like pulling me out of my comfortable shell in the shadow.

Well I guess it is good to see the sun sometimes.

 Rules for the award are:
1. Thank the person who nominated you for the Liebster Award and link their blog to your post.
2. Answer the 11 questions they’ve asked you.
3. Nominate 11 bloggers who are newbies, or who have less than 200 followers

( just like my sunshine, I shall break this rule as some of my nominees are not new and have more than 200 followers I suppose).
4. Ask 11 questions to your nominees.
5. Let your nominees know you nominated them once
you’ve posted about your Liebster Award.
6. Add the Liebster Award badge to your blog!

Here are the questions and answers :
1. Who inspired your blogging?
Answer: Shanu Afolami ( http://shaiontheprowl.com ). First blogger I knew and my bestie.

2. What inspires your writing?
Answer: aliens who live in my mind and God’s creation.

3. If you were asked to choose a song for a loved one (boyfriend, fiance(e), hubby(wife), et al), which one would you choose to pour out your emotions most aptly?

Answer: Depends on what emotions I am pouring out. I go with ‘nothing’s gonna change my love for you’ by George Benson.😜

4. What is your take about love?
Answer: love is beautiful when you know her well.

5. Which one describes you most? Dance or read?
Answer: depends on which me
Me1: dancing in the rain of course
Me2: reading every readable stuffs.

6. Do you have that one embarrassing moment that makes you laugh when you think back now? Share if you will. 🙂
Answer: sure. Not one but basket full. Sorry can’t share on here.🙊🙈

7. What is your favourite book?
Answer: wow! I can’t decide on that. Got me tons. I will go with ‘The Oath by Frank Peretti

8. What’s your dream travel destination?
Answer: mercury because it is the closest to the sun.😊

9. What is that one act of yours that brings you the greatest joy and fulfilment?
Answer: drawing

10. What is the first thing that’d likely attract you to a potential friend?
Answer: well the aliens in my mind decides that: Nothing physical. 👽👽👽

11. What do you think about the blogger that nominated you?
Answer: we think she is the sweetest human the creator ever made and we have ever met. She is our Sunshine.

Merci

 My nominees are:
1.http://zikaolofin.wordpress.com
2.http://oluwaballer.wordpress.com
3.http://neker17.wordpress.com

4.http://www.zaphnathpaaneah.com
5.http://www.theinkheartblog.wordpress.com
6.http://missmeddle.wordpress.com

7.http://surelaa.wordpress.com

My questions are:

1.Why did you start blogging?

2.What inspires your writing?

3. Who is your favorite blogger?

4. Poetry or prose and why?

5. In one word, how would you describe your first kiss(If  you’ve had one)?

6. What is your favorite quote?

7. If you had one wish,what will you wish for?

8. What do you do for leisure?

9. What makes you smile?

10. Do you have a Best friend and what is his/ her name?

11. What is your favorite meal?

Thank you!

Once Upon A Time, She Was…

Zika's Musings

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Once upon a time, she was sane,
Life couldn’t be rosier, like sugarcane,
Ere the pains of life became her bane,
And ‘joie de vivre’ began to wane.

Once upon a time, not so far away,
A frown she could keep at bay,
The Smile, her winning way,
Gracing her face every day.

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Once upon a time, she ‘danced in the rain,’
Her gust of wind daring the weather vane,
We wondered wherefrom such might and main,
This chatterbox who lit up our erstwhile quiet lane.

Once upon a time before she crossed the line,
The thin boundary between insane and not deranged,
Before she lost the stitch that could have saved her nine,
She must have been lucid, she must have been unchained.

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Poet’s personal note: I believe that no person is born with mental illness. This is something that develops over time and then just snaps…

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