in my husband's eyes

In my husband's eyes, I am everything
i am a baby; cute and cuddly
i am a wife; caring and consistent
i am a sister; silly and saucy
i am a mother; strong and rare
i am a lawyer; advocate and adviser
i am a reflection of his world
i am a voice in his ears
i am an apple in his eyes
i am a sore in his toes
i am a priceless gift
i am a mother figure
i am an only true love
i am his first and last wife
i am everything

collection of short poems

i wish i were a guitar
i wish i knew a skilled player
i wish he would strike the right keys
i wish he would play the right notes
i wish he would play on
i wish the music never stops
i wish the rhythm never cease
i wish i were a guitar


i saw you slip away
leaving me dry
i saw go for another her
leaving me torn
i cry for you pierce my heart
leaving me hurt
like the days turn to night
my smile turns to tears
my world go weary
i sit by my window
my heart bleeds
alas,
the one I love loves me not

i have been in love
it was like pure bliss
it was heaven on earth
i have been in love
with my eyes closed, heart opened
it was like dream in dream
i have been in love
with this heaven sent angel
it was like paradise

when valentine left my heart-a-bleed
no stars shine at night
no birds sings at dawn
even the sky aint blue
this may be hard but the truth
i know is that the greatest act of love
is loving and letting go

me, my pen and journalists

There is so much joy I derive from writing with a pen, be it, a visconti, bic, eleganza or tibaldi, maybe it’s the lawyer in me but there’s an indescribable feeling I get penning my thoughts.

I can’t remember the last time I received a note or post that was handwritten, and there is no modern sophisticated device that can take away this first love of penning. Not even the blackberry or my palm top.

My first pen I can remember was a schneider pen that my dad gave me, I remembered that I was so excited that day and threw away all my pencils thinking I had no need of them,I was so wrong.

Everywhere I went, my pen went with me, it was my best buddy as it captured all my milestone and I always hid it in my pink dairy, o what innocent days!

I don’t know if I am alone in this, but I often find myself writing with my pen before I store any information on my PC, call me old school, but I remain faithful to my pen.

From the recent happenings in Nigeria, I must confess that the fear of journalists is the beginning of wisdom. Just imagine the effect a newspaper head line can be, I remember the days of the “evil genius”, “baba iyabo” and most recently “dora the explorer”, all coined by Nigerian journalists.

No wonder former president and my townsman, Olusegun Obasanjo did not hide his disdain for journalists. However, we must be careful of what we write as words when written can make or mar.

Now I understand why people say that the pen is mightier than the sword…