Forgive Them


I ask that you forgive ‘them, and lessen the baggage you carry upon your shoulders, for I’ve come to realise that such a thing does no good, but slows one down.


Photo art credit: Twanitoria


Men of the Night

They came at night, lifting their evil banners on one hand, and darts on the other. They paraded streets, looking for souls to abduct, and men to recruit. They chanted perilous slogans to announce their presence, and no one dared to remain outdoors whenever these marauding fellows came to ‘play’.

They were men of the night who caused lives to take flight, they were hijackers of peace, and of course, every man’s nightmare.

War Stories

And for the first time, in a long time, she saw his face contort in a smile, and just any smile, but the kind that reaches the eyes. So, she just stood there at the doorway, enthralled by the scenic view of him. He didn’t seem to notice her presence, too focused on the dispatch in his hands; the reason for the smile on his face. And right there, she made a silent prayer that whatever the good news was, that it lasted forever.

Gone was the ever wintry, mirthless General she had be forced to get acquainted to, since the beginning of the war. From how beautifully gay he seemed to be, she didn’t have to take a look at the thick brown paper in his hands, to have a good understanding of what it beheld. Whatever was there, was definitely something that would bring peace to their land; the one thing he had always longed for, something that had seemed like an illusive wish, the one and only thing, that could, at this time, make him look this happy.

She couldn’t help but smile at his smile, for finally, the real him was back, the him the war had buried for a long time. Satisfied with this turnabout, she gave a contented sigh.

Appreciate Today

Longing for yesterday’s happiness,
we sabotaged today’s possiblilities

To live in the past, is to kill the present. Each day is filled with beautiful promises, but when one sees nothing but the past, realising such promises might be impossible.
Appreciate today.

-Toluwanimi V.

He Ran and Ran (A Prose Poem)

in their intense sabre-rattling, they chased, and chased. “all must be slain! all must be slain!”, he heard them chant aggressively. and as they chased, and chased, he ran, and ran. the closer they got, the faster his pace became. minding not the twigs and wicked pines of the woods feasting on his flesh, nor the night’s thick darkness impairing his vision, he just swifly ran, and ran. where he was headed was not a priority, the pains resting on his flesh was not given a thought. his one goal was to prevent the bellicose men and their gears from catching up with him. thus, as they chased, and chased, he just ran, and ran!