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.