Dream

Dream 'oh Dream 

 When man fastens to (his) dream's heel, 

Like tar stucked to a truck's wheel, 

When he embraces it like a lost treasure just seen, 

When he refuses to let go his belief in his dream, 

His will, defiance, zeal, all deep, 

The future to a domain of fulfilment welcomes him. 

 As a student anticipates the voice of a bell, 

A dream awaits you in a closed shell, 

Protected from being beheld, 

By men who will whirl mesh round its neck, 

Lock it in the subconscious cage, 

In dormancy enchain, 

Bury in the negligence grave, 

Wobble it like a feather on a sea wave, 

Men who never will maximize it, 

The dream is meant not for them, 

And IT will they never meet, 

It awaits Just you not 'em men. 

A dream gives direction, 

It strengthens your focus, 

It sets your intution into motion, 

It births every unique notion, 

With or without education, 

Every man with a dream blossoms, 

Like a flower that daily enjoys the morning Sun. 

Like the sky accentuates the earth's beauty, 

Your dream transmutes you into a distinct entity. 

Dream, dream 'oh dream, 

To man you give genuine reason to live, 

Dream 'oh dream, 

A man who lacks you needs to go back to sleep, 

Dream 'oh dream, 

You are what the weak need, 

Yes you and a zeal that won't leave, 

Dream 'oh dream, 

A leader leans on your brawny limb, 

Dream'oh dream, 

The youth seeks your pill, 

Our ailing future needs to be healed. 

Show me a man who has no dream, 

And I will show you a future with holes drilled. 

___NIMISIRE™

Temi - Short Story!

"A lovely hair you have there, miss " 

I turned to look at the source of the sweet baritone voice and though he was dressed in Armani suit, he resembled a god. Two hazel eyes from a radiant face that smiled like I imagined saints would after the rapture, were fixed on me. And for a moment, I was flattered, really flattered. 

'Goodness!' I awed within and turned away to conceal my embarrassment. I had stared too long, trying to see beyond his expensive clothing, his broad shoulders, afro-styled hair, every feature complimented him. And wait, did he just speak to me? Oh! My hair, he praised it!  

"Hello? Hummn...I said your locks are nice" I snapped out of my thoughts, and I realized he was standing so close that I could smell liquor in his breath. His lips, pink and soft looked like they had never done anything but caress ice-cream and I caught myself contemplating a kiss. 

"You...mean...this?" I asked, pointing a finger at the locks, wearing a stupefied face. Since when did I start stammering upon replying a man's compliment?  

"Well, thanks!" I turned again, desperate to get away from this man that makes me so conscious of my feminity. But then, he caught my arm and held me back like I wasn't just another stranger at a party. 

"I'm Francis" 

"Temi" I said, fighting my rebelling impulse. 

"Can you keep me company? The loneliness here is killing. Or maybe you have something important to attend to? You seemed to be in quite a hurry" did he just ask me to cure his loneliness? just then, my eyes caught the fleck at the back of my palm. I thought I had gotten over being shy. 

"No, not really. I just have to go out for fresh air.The air in here is too damp, feel like I'm gonna choke" I said, comparing my frail hands to his firm one 

"We are even then, Alright, after you" he motioned with his hand, telling me to lead the way. 

I made my way through the maze of tables, glancing at a few married couples at the dinner party, faces lit up in the halogen light of the hall, lost in conversation and I let myself wonder what it meant to be married. With the music distant, sounding only faint as the soundtrack of a Nolywood movie, we got outside and settled on the grass and I realised he has been wearing a smile all this while.  

"So, why are you here?" I asked him, wondering If that was a good way to start a conversation.  

"You mean out here, or the party?" his smile began to fade and I felt tense. 

"Both" 

"Okay, My uncle dragged me here, he needed someone to accompany him to the party since his wife was out of town. And I'm here outside because I don't want to miss out on watching the stars" he paused and Looked at my face "with an angel "  

I caught his gaze and smiled, I never knew a man could be this sweet. I wanted to tell him to stop, my spinning head was going to explode .It's been quite a while someone made me feel this good about myself . 

"So, what about you? Why are you here? And without a date...cute as you are?" 

"Not much unlike you, I was dragged here too. My roommate said I have been withdrawn since my horrible last break-up, so she decided I needed this"  

"Oh, I'm sorry about that 

"What?" 

"The break-up" 

"I mentioned that? Oh my goodness, I didn't mean to. I guess you have a way of making people say what they aren't meant to" did I just flirt? I mentally struck my temple.  

"I would consider that a compliment, gracias" he smiled and the killer dimples crept out from within his cheeks; I've always been a sucker for that. 

Just then, I felt a hand on me and the sound of my own name rang too loudly in my ears. 

"Temi!!" The voice chirped and then I felt a slap on my buttocks, that was when I opened my eyes. 

"Temi, get off that bed now before I hit you again. How many more classes will you skip before you snap out of your misery?" I felt like strangling Sade for truncating what could have been the start of something new, but wait, it was actually a dream. Prince charming was actually only a character from the dream domain.  

"I thought it was real" I muttered , and for a moment there was a shade of pity in Sade's look. 

"Where's my phone?" I asked, wondering when my aged mother will call to pester me on the betrothal issue again.

To every lady thinking about considering abortion.

To every lady thinking about considering abortion.  

Kemi is a doctor and a wife, she has a three years old baby, Tunde . 

This morning, she got a call from the hospital, a patient who needs a heart transplant donor's just died; the heart is ready. So she left for the hospital after dropping Tunde at school, hoping to see her little child in the evening.  

After the surgery, Kemi left for Tunde's school, but found him dead; his teacher, Sade stabbed him to death , knowingly.  

Kemi was devastated .  

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I have never been pregnant, never had a reason to consider having an abortion so truly, I might have no clue what you are going through or the wheels of emotions running inside of you.  

I do know You have several seemingly 'good' and 'genuine ' reasons to not want to carry the child to terms and even those reasons might be strong enough to compete with whatever guilt you ought to feel. 

But, I know that God put that soul, spirit and body in your uterus for a reason, a purpose, just like you were created for a reason, a purpose.  

Did you know that God was there when you were formed in your mother's womb? did you? 

You thinking what I'm thinking? funny but Yeah, God was there when this child was being knitted in your body, he was, no matter what the circumstance of the conception is, after all, 'God is 'everywhere '. 

You say it's a product of 'lust', 'one night stand ', 'foolishness ','mistake ', 'an unfortunate incident ' or even 'love' , 

God says, it's a product of his 'awesome wonder', ' artistry', 'divine plan ' . 

God already knows that child's name, his complexion, his anatomical variations, everything, after all, 'God knows all'. 

You say, 'I have a right to decide what's best for me', God says ' my plans for you are beautiful and just the best, unthreatenable-enviable best '. 

You say 'I will beg for forgiveness after ...' , yeah God is so loving that he's going to forgive you (wow, thank God he is God), but have you ever considered that you will be killing his creation? getting in the way of his purpose, plan? he'll forgive you ,yeah but how will your deed make him feel? happy, sad, or angry? did you know that that child is his child too? now you do.  

 

One thing I know, just like that story, you'll be a Sade and make God feel like a Kemi. Can you really live with that? with the guilt? the pain? the consequences? is it really worth it? does the child really deserve what you plan to do to it? does God deserve being hurted?  

So before you make your decision on carrying the baby to terms or terminating it, those questions, you need to answer.  

__Nimisire