SMILE

The saying that life ain't a bed of roses is a melody that echoes like
the dim dum sound emitted by the flat surface beneath my chest. I
recalled the first time I heard the word. Dad has just returned from
work and as an observant kid I noticed the alteration in his
countenance. Though I couldn't really understand what happened at that
time but in the spirit of a child who love and adores his dad, I
walked up to him and asked: Dad what's wrong? He looked at me and
smiled. I felt his right hand run back and forth on the tender skin
above my bum. Not to worry son, life ain't a bed of roses he said.

There's one thing I learnt from Dad. That precious thing which have
come to be part of my being. His Smile. He was always smiling. At a
point, I recall mum made jokes of his smile; do you know you have a
smiling dad? She said one afternoon while we were having what could be
a family time out. The family of three laughed out loud and it took a
while before we resumed our chit chat.
I am grown and I have heard friends, families, colleagues and as many
as I come in contact with say: you are always smiling... One once
asked me? Is it that you don't have issues? I mean you are always
looking happy she said as she rounded of what I took as a comic
question.

Dear reader, the truth about life is this, IT AIN'T A BED OF ROSES! In
life you sometimes must strife. Don't expect things to always go
smoothly, in fact it won't always be smooth. But even at that, you
shouldn't go about with your problems written all over your face. You
shouldn't because you have issues become a hater, an abuser or
transfer aggression and respond inappropriately to issues, situations
and discussions. The fact is every living being has issues but you see
your reaction helps in positioning your mind to finding a lasting
solution to that particular situation.
Dear Reader, if you wouldn't mind I 'll gladly recommend a SMILE. When
faced with challenges, and difficult situations....try to put on a
smile. By the way, frowning and being hostile won't proffer a
solution. So, why not choose to be happy and help others do same.
(Happiness is a CHOICE)

I AM KCPWESH I CHOOSE TO SMILE, I CHOOSE TO BE HAPPY!!!

LAZY NIGERIAN YOUTHS

CHAPTER ONE

My father once told me, he said; "if you ever have to choose between
your wife and your mother do not think twice before you embrace your
wife"
It's been five years since he took his place with his father's in the
family tomb. Carved of mud, it had a spherical shaped entrance. I
often wondered what it felt like to occupy a pouch in the tomb.
It was a family thing and I was sure someday my curiosity would be satisfied.

Nike was fair and good to look upon. I had stumbled upon her years
back on my way to the farm. Memories from that day remain fresh and it
feels like it was only yesterday. The sun was in the east and the
atmosphere still had the mist of the night. My hat rested on my bald
scalp while my hoe embraced my left shoulders. I held a machete with
which I put intruding grasses in its place. I whistled continuously as
my feet embraced the cold red soil. She had a calabash on her head and
I need not be told she was returning from the stream. We exchanged
greetings and what normally should have taken less than a minute
became a conversation of about half an hour.
We fell in love and got married two years after father's demise. We
are a very happy couple but a storm threatens to tear us apart.

THE CHIEF CORNER STONE
(Poetry in Motion)

BY
KCPWESH

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FEBUHARI

Tick tock tick tock
sssh... (silence) let the clock talk.

Everyday, we hear someone say; things are bad.
You walking down the street and right there is a gathered fleet
putting their so called sweet wit to use.
They paint pictures of deadly structures, holla nomenclatures, putting
the blame on the so called prominent name.

Tick tock... tick tock
sssh... (silence) let the clock talk.

A quick recap of the game.
Before he came was there pain?
Do the fleet gather to complain?
Before he came was there a name to take the blame?
Were things the same?

Sssh...silence
Hear what the clock has got to say.

We pray for change
Alas!
We've been blindfolded to see that what we ask is right here, within our range.
We complain and murmur with so much fervor
Energy that ought to be channeled towards profitable labor.

For so long we complain
oh, God please send the rain!
But this day as I saw the fleet gather in their usual manner
I heard clock whisper.
It said;
The key is you before we
The change chain is from you to me.
Enough of the complain
Enough of attaching the blame to a name
Enough!
The solution is for you to rise up and act.
Do something!
And more importantly, in February, walk and show some love; Febuhari.

*KCPWESH*

INSPIRE
BY
POETIC MELZ AND PWESH
(Wazobia edition)

This week on Inspire we'll be considering the topic: Love wey Gaara


(Hmm... I eventually became a Yoruba landlord. I Ikechukwu the grand
son of Ochukwo the only son of the Chukwu's.
Hmm... That was how I became a landlord in that land where I forever
pay rent.)

Pwesh: I was walking down the street when I saw her.
Chai!, se eniyi kin se tola omo Alhaja?
I no dey see double
Omo this girl hot I swear for street she dey cause trouble.
I was walking down the street on that fateful day when I was swept off my feet.

Melz: Bode is a young man.
The only son of Imam.
The one wey bin just come from yankee.
Ko Je Boli ri. Ko je Pako ni.
Na dodo e give me chop.
The day I go greet am.
Till tomorrow, I still dey chop
I never wan wake up.

Pwesh: Tola thought I was sweet
So, she swiftly bought my wit.
Before I knew it, we don dey waka hold hand for street
Ha, o ma se o!
I will never forget the day we eventually did it!

Melz : I'm in love with Ignatus
E Don use sugar spoil my tooth
Papa no like am
Mama no trust Im root
Dem no know say bobo Don chop my fruit.

Pwesh: The meal was sweet but hot to eat.
I put hand finish kan dey regret say I do am
Tola say she don carry am
In her words she said to me:
Ike, mo ti gbe ayan mi.
Hmm...
Fun wey I think say gara
Turn wetin dey forever make me para.

NOTE
Lust and love are two different things. Lies told only to go through
the thighs are birthed by lust.

Remember, there are consequences for your actions.
Look before you leap. Abstinence is key!

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INSPIRE
BY
POETIC MELZ AND PWESH

This week on Inspire we'll be considering the topic "YOUR GIFT"

Pwesh- Embedded in your court is a worth beyond the 'but'
Latent with intent, it is inherent.

Melz- So much space
Deep down depth
I'm drowning in your embrace
I'm bleeding from your love.

Pwesh - That little light yearns for expression.
Oh! That you will turn on the ignition
The key has been given
But, when will you with it break even?

Melz- A skill like diamond
Sour as the almond
Rich and armored
Worthy of its rumour.

Pwesh- There's is a great light in your court
When will you give expression to its worth?


NOTE
A gift is nothing till it's given. So bleed some love, express some
worth and be a Gift to someone.

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