Donald My Crazy Buddeariey

I met you at my godson's christening. Your ironic personality, rustic and down to earth sense of humor was what got me glued to you. De the Don was the name you gave but since when we last saw I wish we see again. Ehn... don’t get me wrong buddeariey I aint have any connection parse to you but I think I love your whole person even when I know you are a perfect Casanova. Hmm.... are you really a Casanova? Can’t really say. Your broad sense of cultural value, deep knowledge of Odu Ifa the mythology believe of divers deities depicts you as an ultra traditional man one who has not lost touch with his root. Nothing makes you studier than the effect of red wine that has kicked into you. You talk with all vigor and dexterity and I savor every bit of moment we spent together. I drank from the well of your wisdom and a statement or should I say word of advice you gave is still with me till date. It’s a souvenir. Your wet dirty humor tickles me when I remember you. The long day was too short to end but it has to end and we must part way. We did but your word of advice stays with me and I thank the Creator that we met. Thank You My Crazy Buddeariey.

Notes To Dear Self

Dear Self I heard you are sad. Mtcheww If I must hiss Sad over a broken dark tall jar that refuses to and never is mended? Getting bitter or better over bludgeoned circumstance? Coping and correcting feelings plaguing your psyche Or swimming in the calm ocean of self pity? Get up and keep trying Till cupid’s butterfly churns in you Dear Self must you be Tom, Dick, Harry? Swirling in whirlwind of vogue? Going for what goes Never what does. Flying after endless wants Neglecting needful needs? Answering the call of youth Never heeding the warning of old age Engulfing the present;Never saving the future Dear Self can you borrow me your ears? No. I mean your inner insight Voyage to the seat of your mind Do you know Self, Enthronement of contentment Will do not only you good Posterity will benefit from this selflessness Devoid of avarice for fickle wants? Dear Self your face ;your identity Aint an impressionist canvass Making chemical rainbow patterns Won’t make you prettier than You’ve ever been Neither will Kilimanjaro heels Make you more confident Than your ego boost Of being yourself Dear Self for the love of self I write Upon the tables of your heart Be and yourself good. Yours sincerely, Me, Myself and I.

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ShulamiteStitches: Michelle Obama ; The Total Woman

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ShulamiteStitches: MONEY SICKNESS SYNDROME

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ShulamiteStitches: AM LOST IN A WORLD OF TWO

ShulamiteStitches: AM LOST IN A WORLD OF TWO: I am not one but they have always been in my world and I am always in their world I know their ways. I have the bad and good ...

AM LOST IN A WORLD OF TWO

I am not one but they have always been in my world and I am always in their world

I know their ways.

I have the bad and good ones

A good one is unpredictable

A good one bears the badge of loyalty

To His Party,Passion&Humanity

A good one is selfless

He sees himself as a Servant-Leader

He bears the sense of accountability
To the millions masters who choose him

He is pragmatic;knows his onions

When it comes to delivery

A good one rubs the ointment of criticism

To shine.

A good one only smiles when he sees smiles on the faces of his people

His only accolade is not national or international awards

But the thrill of fulfilment of set goals and proven performances to humanity

The joy of dream fulfilled and mandate accomplished

Hmmm... The bad ones;the unstable species among them

They cross carpet party daily as children

No iota sense of loyalty

All for stipends called billions

No sense of dignity or love for humanity

"Myself and I" is their motto

Unlike the good ones, they see this field as business ground not as a career--- a thing that bears d seal of posterity

God of Heavens8-| please if I must always be in their worlds

If this is my fate
Let me be with the good ones
Those;Always think forward and not backward
Those who wakes with d thought of growth and development of the nation

Cos those bad ones are pains in the ass

Geez!!! I can't stand them
C/O
Shulamitestitches
25/02/2012
From My Table
To You

MONEY SICKNESS SYNDROME

I live in a world infested
By Money Sickness Syndrome.
A world where every penny counts,
“Money matter” They say.
Where politicians wants to be in for cause of looting
Not  cause of serving as manifestato enticingly proclaim,
Carting away national spoils


A world where what Lass believe in is money
Lads understand this language so well they give their penny
To dip their pennies in honey pots.
They say “all what women understand is money”.
A world where Lass use what they have to get what they want
"No money, No love” is a daily slogan


Where global youngs accumulates  pleasure in robbing
And pride in cyberfraud .
They cruise around in ill-gotten wealth
Spend lavishly in the ocean of crime
 With the name “Big Boys in town”
I am a big boy but one with earned credibility


A world of extramarital affairs for insatiable materials
A world where mothers and daughters throw fists for sugar daddy
Father and son fight for Cougar 

In my world money is master and most are its loyal servants.
Motivated and controlled by it
Running rat race but going no where
Living but not living

Even in its abundance, many still suffer
It doesn’t answer all you know?
Contentment the antiviral is not farfetched
Yet many embrace Money Sickness Syndrome
My world is ruled
By money

Michelle Obama ; The Total Woman

     Call her the world’s First Woman, she will answer but ask her to describe herself she won’t hesitate first and foremost to tell you she is Malia and Sasha’s Mom.
But before she became the total woman we know her to be-a mother, wife ,lawyer and a first lady, she was Fraser and Marian Robinson’s little daughter born and breed on the South Side of Chicago in an household filled with love, laughter and good morals

     A proud product of Chicago Public Schools, Mrs. Obama studied Sociology and African American studies at Princeton University. After graduating from Harvard Law School in 1988, she joined the Chicago Law Firm Sidley and Austin, where she later met the man who became the love of her life.
Your passion will surely tend you to the full actualization of your talents. After a few years, Mrs. Obama decided to follow her true calling which is working with people to serve their communities and their neighbors thus, she served as assistant commissioner of planning and development  in Chicago’s City Hall before becoming the founding executive director of the Chicago Chapter of Public Allies, an Americorps Program that prepares youths for public service.

     Promoting service and working with young people has remained a staple of her career and her interest. Continuing this effort now as first lady, Mrs. Obama  in 2010 launched Let’s Move! The Let’s Move campaign launched on February 9, 2010  was to encourage healthy eating, physical activity. It’s a comprehensive collaborative community oriented initiative that bring together community leaders, teachers, doctors, nurses, moms and dads in a nationwide effort to combat childhood obesity epidemic in a generation so that children born today will reach adulthood at a healthy weight.

     In the same vein, in 2011, Mrs. Obama and Dr. Jill Biden together launched Joining Forces, a nationwide initiative that mobilizes all sectors of society to give service members and their  families the opportunities and support they have earned, and to raise awareness of military families. Joining Forces has been working hand in hand with American business who are committed to answering the president’s challenge to hire or train 100000 unemployed veterans and military spouses by 2013. Joining Forces sees to  the unique needs as pertain to employment, education, and wellness of military family which Jill Biden’s Son is also part of.

     As First Lady, Mrs Obama looks forward to continuing her work on the issues close to her heart-supporting military families, helping women balance career and family, encouraging national service,, fostering healthy eating and healthy living for families across the country.
Her elegant and gracious carriage, unique simple yet classy sartorial sense decodes what constitute a great style which has made her unparallel in her influence on American fashion and has been dubbed as an icon, named twice to the international best dressed list. She is a refined beauty that none can quantify.

WHEN WILL MAN BE FREE

The Yell a child gives

Is welcome with joy

The child is named

To face the facts and reality presented

A man it is either male or female

Round the spherical life

He moves, He laughs

Amidst his joy,He complains

I am in bondage

Again he cried

I am in bondage

I wonder and ask

But you are not tied?

Take or Leave it

Man is not free

Though he smiles,

Appear Happy like a child

When will man be free

With his unfulfilled ambitions

When will man be free

With the conciously unconcious societal demands

When will man be free
When those he trust

And ones he called his own betray him?

When will he be free

While still in the terrestial,

He fears his metaphysical

And doubts his eternity

And soloquize "Where Will I spend It?"

Heaven or Hell?

The depature of man

Brought tears into the air

Others living console saying

We will be free
When we are in this state

A dead man is free.

They say

 

I asked-- Is he free?

Is his being free?

Do you know what is beyond?

The celestial is a mystery to many,to us

MORTALITY, MY MORTALITY

Mortality,My Mortality,

A thought of you gives me fear;

A Second thought of you gives

Relieve from the hops and ups of earth
I fear not because I fear you,
I fear because I know not
The Uncertainty of where I go





I fear because all I toil for

Fret over ,guard and guide,

I will leave behind.......

That which I notice not

Which as been a part of me

Assessing my record shall stand

For me or against me

Daily I live a life that

Leaves my heart clear

My Mortality to you I write

The hate I have for you
Not being immortal in nature
And I scribe for the love I have
For the end of trouble you  bring
With your terminality

A  round rim neck chain you are
Why would I loot my dear mortality
When you are my company to six feet?
Why would I fret for vanities
When all shall be left on surface earth
For others to enjoy.

Why build mansions upon masions

When all I shall resort to is six feet

Height,six feet width room

Why would I fight for woman

When if i go the world beyond she

Shall belong to another

Why should I do "a do or die" politics

And spend blood money while others cry?

Why should I sell my honeypot and

Display my woman dignity for peanut coins

I cant lay hold on for slippery pleasure

With stingy pains?

Why kill to make ritual money

When am not better than the slaughtered

Why tell lies when only I have to

Fabricate thousands to cover one

And set myself uneasily on edge for deceit?

My dearest mortality

To you I write

The rest you bring

With your terminality.

My First Date To South Senatorial District

03-04-2010

I AM LOOKING FOR A VIRTUOUS MAN

I Am Looking For A Virtuous Man

I am looking for the man who will bring out the woman in me.
The man whom I will surely love and cuddle the little boy in him.
I look for he who will look into my eyes and tell me how beautiful I am irrespective of the scars on my face that no makeup can cover.
One I can love irrespective of his height.

I am looking for that man who will love me for me. The man who will see my weaknesses and still smile
One I will look into His purse and still choose to stay with .
I look for that who will hold my hand and hear my laughter rock his heart.
I am looking for that man who will take me as a clay with all love mould me into the woman he wants one.
I will hold and nurture as my little son.

I long for the man who loves me for my character both the good ones I exhibit and the bad ones I battle with.
One who will see me not as divine but a beautiful frame of imperfection.
One who Xray my heart not my clothes into my body.
One who can showcase me to the world I am his even when am not beautiful but only presentable.
I yearn for the one who will tolerate me when I whine and wimp like a child.
I want one who will respect me to say no to his hormones to preserve me.
I long for one who will hold me in his warm arms, kiss me on the forehead for adornment.
One who will peck my cheeks because he cherishes me and on my lips for he loves me.

One who will be truthful,one who will be transparent.
One I can trust and go bed to sleep even when He is in company of women.
One who will keep my bed warm as I keep his warm while he was away.
One who will never render his lips to another nor the tool of our consummation to another as I will never allow any to trend his path which he has created.

One who will not complain that am to fat or skinny to be presented.
One who will be satisfied with my little God-given breast and not coarse me psychologically into breast implant to please him.
One who will not grow contempt for my big hips and bottom.
One who will not make me feel insecure wil he run after another.
I want a man who will look into my soul than my body.
One whom my character will stir his passion towards me and not only the great sex I give him.

I am a Virtuous Woman,I am not looking for a perfect man but a Virtuous man.




Dedicated To Feb 15 And Sept 28
Days I Will Always Cherish.

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