REALITIES IN STORIES AND POETRY

Episode 4 RAPTURE IN RAPT ATTENTION I have been drowning in thought of late. I stare at the nightingale singing every morning And as I listen, I reflect on your melodious voice ringing. I have been in love with roses- At least that won’t break my heart too And its beauty will always be glaring and pure. But you brought this magical enticement I had never seen before. Should I talk about your mood-changing smiles? At a point it lit like the rays in the sun at a close mile. Often as you talk, I pay rapt attention to your pink lips Oh you won’t believe of the imagery I picture, Then, as you stand, you cause rapture. Your body is like the fresh morning wine, It sweetens souls and boozes the mind. It gives an uncontrollable burn in the loin-bind A heart of gold also lives inside You are the perfection of all I have known beautiful. The roses, the lilies, you are awesomely graceful. And you remain unchanging Kenewrites

Episode 3   PALE My heart is pale. Since I met you, I have had the best of My days that I forgot some were rough. I can’t explain But I know that before you came there was this dark vacuum In the centre of my life-room. I have heard only in tale Until I met you and you showed me that someone Can make another so happy causing joyful cram-some It’s only pale, Lightened by your touch. I remember that moment of hug (It was mind-blowing), and has held me whole like a bud Like that shinny part of the sun you stare, You have erased my dark days with your smile. Every morning when I see you I forget some agony miles. Loneliness has become a tale Since we crossed part, Edith. Your beauty in heart is one of the reasons I can't let you to ever delete. Please stay I want to still have this life fresh and fair Every morning when I wake. kenewrites

 Episode 2 ENIOLA💞 Lips will fail me to give a picture of you; The pretty Rose I met in UNI. But I will still write, my heart can’t cup this raft. With her glasses and that infectious smile She had infected me and made my mood to slide- And I fell. I fell for her beauty, her figure makes me mad. I fell for her vigor, her kindness gives me vibe. The myth in her backside is a charm I cannot hide. Eniola, In my tongue my mother will say O puru iche iche nwa (peculiar) It’s not hype; you are one of a kind. Feelings might be faked but Hearts never lie so long. You have stolen something you might have to keep to stay Not with guns Or things that might hurt But with the beauty your Mother had endowed you. kenewrites

 Episode 1 ANASTASIA🥰 You know, I've watched Sophia the first, The fairytale stories and the rest. And in all, I kept wondering whether such exist. I've read about mermaid, You know about goddesses and their clade. And in all, I kept wondering whether such exist. It was on that Monday morning, Rushing to submit assignment and touring, I saw a dim that swept my feet. She held that teacup, With smiles that made me cough And I wondered whether it was a dream twist. With her sweet melodious voice surging, I was kept in-between hush and blushing. It was a seldom sight, beholding.  It was Anastasia Whom they called stasia That looked that special. Now I know that beauty is a name, Indeed, it's not a game. Anastasia is the resurrection of beauty. Kenewrites

 I am writing this to you kenechukwu. Happy birthday. 🎂 welcome to a new age. Have a sit, i have some things to discuss with you. This is another year of your life, a closer step to the end of life. I thank God for you.  Over the years you have burnt candles, flown roses, celebrated winings and as well, cried on failures. You have made mistakes in life which you might never correct again. You however, have taken some decision which has given your life a carve.  For this new age you just attained, you won awards, made some improvements and learned a lot. You met new friends, new brothers, and new life partners and the newness keeps increasing. You have started your life project, and anticipate to make it worth the time. You have accomplished a lot indeed, kudos. But the journey is still far. Do you remember the things you did wrong? They are many, I might not be able to pen them down for you. The wrong steps you took. The bad decisions you made. The good things you failed...

 

          HOW I TELL MY STORY. 5 As the smell of resumption became more perceivable, I knew there was a need for me to start looking for a house off campus. But I had a problem then, I needed a very affordable accommodation as I had spent all my money preparing for other things including paying for my acceptance fee. I decided that I will need to find a roommate. Unluckily for me, I had no one I knew whom I could share an apartment with. I was advised to look for someone online. Initially I wasn't convinced that it was the best option but then, as the day grew into weeks and the resumption date began to draw nearer, I had no option than to begin a search for a roommate. I posted it on my Facebook page, and shared it on my class WhatsApp group. Luckily for me someone showed interest and we began to talk. When we both came to a consensus, we then set out to look for a house. But then, I was the only one during this as the boy was coming from a far distance. Alread...

  HOW I TELL MY STORY. 4 The first breeze that blew through my path as I entered UNN that very day was the realization that I am on my own. Nobody actually cares in that university environment. As I was waiting for my batch to enter, two young men came to me and dealt with me. One was a photographer and the other was a cyber cafe guy.  The cyber cafe guy came first. He requested to see my examination entrance slip which I showed him. He heaved and told me that I was lucky. He told me that if not that he just checked it, that I would have been disqualified from sitting for the examination. He informed me, with all seriousness, that everyone in that place was with their colored print-out and that those without theirs would be disqualified.  This actually rang a bell in my head since I had never sat for post UTME examination. Out of fear, I followed the guy who asked me to come so that he would print the colored one for me. He told me the amount was 1000 naira. I checked wha...

 HOW I TELL MY STORY. 3 You see, before I go further, I would like to give you some candid advice. Never judge a book by its cover. 'Don't ever view UNN from Lagos' That first day I entered UNN, I won't lie, I loved what I saw. From the second gate, zooming through Eni-njoku hostel and then, Franco pitch to ICT, I was marveled by what I saw. I couldn't wait to become a student. In fact, the view was what propelled me more to make sure I was admitted into the school by merit. On the second day, it was exam day. By now, I knew only the ICT center. So all the people I had met online before that exam day, I always used the ICT center as the meeting point. I assumed everyone should know the Place, like, why won't someone know a whole ICT center? I thought the school revolved around ICT.  But what was funny that second day was that I was supposed to go inside the school now. I was supposed to go to another place other than ICT. But because I knew nowhere else that day...

 HOW I TELL MY STORY. 2 When I bought the Jamb form, I wasn't really prepared to enter school per se. I only bought it to experience how it feels to sit for UTME. In fact, the money for the registration was free, more reason I was eager to try out Jamb.   So, at the Jamb office, everyone with me was filling in law as their first choice. As an indecisive fellow who wasn't even sure if I wanted to go to University then, I had to join the league of law aspirants. I applied for law as my first choice. Then, mass communication was my second, third and fourth choice. The gist here is that I had no sponsor, so I wasn't even hoping to enter school since there was no one to foot my bills. I however, by the persuasion of my friend and due to curiosity too, decided to sit for the examination. At the examination center, I was there, all looking, glaring at the magnificent views of the city experience. Less I forgot, I wasn't that exposed. Apart from places I went to represent my se...

  HOW I TELL MY STORY. Life is definitely a stage on its own. Of course, it has an audience. But I think the audience in my part is myself, better, as I have learned in the past months. I will take you on a ride of my first months in the university environment. I will acquaint you with my tale, which I hope you will enjoy.  In a few days I will enter my second year. Hopefully, I will be able to tell you the things I learned, the moments I cracked and the dues I paid as I entered an environment I have never been to in my life. This won't be just a straight story. It will have many conners, though, hopefully, interesting enough to sustain your curiosity.  Before I dive into the tale proper, I would like to thank God for the gift of life. For the gift of friends and for the gift of strength. By my own doing, I would have given up within the first week of resumption as a lot happened. But, if you are kind enough, follow through to understand the hook. So, I thank the Almighty...