REALITIES IN STORIES AND POETRY

Episode 1 (FACTION. ALL CHARACTERS ARE FICTION) As usual many people were around when I entered school. The environment was very busy like market place. I was sweating furiously as well. I had been on the pedal for about half an hour now. Riding my sports bicycle from my house to school for the first time, my body couldn’t hide the pressure. I was coming to see my first potential course mate, Mark. We had been chatting online throughout the period ASUU was on a striking action. He just entered campus a day before as we all were preparing to resume school. He was coming from another state, Imo. Anticipation was an understatement.  As I took a left turn at ICT, going towards the second gate, I felt that spirit of curiosity.  Over the time, Mark and I had grown this unexpected fame within the class’ group chat. Although we quiet differed in approach to things, we appeared to have understood each other more. However, I was coming to meet him solely because I had interest in becomi...

Episode 5(final confession) THE ENCHANTED LYRICS THAT BURROWS INTO THE MARROW You've never failed to put a lovely smile, Even when thorns wrinkled your glowing beauty. You've never failed to look fine Even when the pace seemed sticky. It's been a while That I"ve written these lines. For anyone, none worths the rhymes. But you scaled through with mights. Yes I see special Buried in your potentials. I know the moment is indeed crucial, But believe my flow, I won't be partial. Times and tide may turn our hearts; The pains of life which opens some scars But golds pass through furnace to have its sparks You are the strongest I've known, jewel. Do you know that feeling When i see you singing, It billows my hearts, and like bell, ringing. Should I say I like you? No, that would be a hike too. But it's no joke, I love you. Kenewrites

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...