Indecent Love
Floating lip to lip, Like butterflies ready for the wind, They aim the distant tide, Guessing, praying, watching, In their lustful embrace, Linda and Joe together in awe.
Floating lip to lip, Like butterflies ready for the wind, They aim the distant tide, Guessing, praying, watching, In their lustful embrace, Linda and Joe together in awe.
Nigeria is not for a kind of person but a people, This perception will prevail.
Do I hold any meaning,Do I capture your senses,And Turn your heart to reminiscing,Do you see the curve of my lips,Does it inspire your senses,When I work my pen,and write…
Currently, at THE KINGS INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL, 70% of our population comprises of the girl child and we are proud to be one of the drivers of change as it relates to girl child education in the north. Although, we are not where we want to be as regards the girl education in northern Nigeria we are not where we use to be either. We offer scholarships for the girl child at The King International School.
I believe that by taking the lonely and tortuous road to deliver “Phantasmagoria” after several years of incubation, Law Mefor has once again joined the ranks of published authors in the prestigious poetry category. As no one poetry is exactly the same, it is hoped that both the young and adult would find the work worth appreciating. It is therefore my honour and privilege to identify with the author of this priceless collection of poems. Consequently, I recommend the book to all and sundry as a fitting tribute to the limit of the sky for those high flying young men and women who have learnt to obey the call of the otherworldly voice. The work is a welcome addition to the corpus of poetry anthology on contemporary times and qualified for more accolades.
The best type of song, Is the rhythm your heart plays, When I am not walking, Do you still stare, Like our feelings shine through, So we remember, we belong to Nigeria to pray, We belong to Nigeria to refuse corruption.
What do you do when life spits in your face,And all your loves are a moment,They fade as the season comes,And even as you hold to the truth,You are betrayed…
Believe me, You can rest now, Your head has found a mind, And your heart a passion, A lover who is everything.
Love: To anyone going through abuse, women especially, know that God would pick you in a heartbeat over your marriage. You are precious in his eyes and He loves you and would hate to see you die without achieving your purpose. So please, choose life.
Little by LittleKindi will have her laughter back. Little by Little,The rain nourishing the earth after winter,Hope sprouting forth like a memory,After an amnesia.The pain disappearing,Little by Little,The sighs be…