Slave

I've been a slave to you for years
I've grown so attached to you, I feel empty without you.
Is it an addiction?  I asked myself
I say to myself, "I can stop this when I want" , but subconsciously find myself doing it again . My brain seems stimulated when it's you, I feel a little part of me elevate like I've got cocaine running in my veins.
Any time it's you, I tell myself I wasn't find myself with you any more, "I can do without you" I say, " you won't be my addiction " I add....but then again,  the next day I'm right back with you again, sharing sensational moments with you, I feel like only you get me, I'm stress-free with you, and I always seem stressed without you.
Are you my addiction? Hell yes! You are, as much as I hate to admit it,you are and I don't regret anything with you. I only hate that I've been a slave to you which is rather ironic, how do I feel freedom in this life when I'm bonded as a slave to you?

Thank you, Mama

Thank you,Mama...
I'm absolutely nothing without you on this earth
You were always there for me even before birth
Thank you,Mama...
You do anything I ask,
And there was no such thing as too much of a task
You are so full of love and care ,
Characteristics which are so rare,
Thank you,Mama...
My teacher,nurse,counselor and provider all in one,
One who finds happiness in my joy
I can never be grateful enough ,
But your reward is certainly in heaven
I love you so much than you know
Thank you, Mama 

Dedicated to the most important woman in my life, Mrs. Janet Ayiretey

Maybe, expression of feelings is overrated

Before you jump into bad judgement,  hold your thoughts, this post isn't intended to downplay the need to express feelings of any sort, whatsoever.
However, I just thought this through like "whatever" and decided to share my thoughts to whoever may read [of course, thank you]
Now to my question, is expression of one's feelings overrated? Sure, we all get  that pep talk from friends/family or even strangers from social media encouraging you to go for the slot, drop the bomb, solve the puzzle, complete the story,you know ? These type of sappy shi...I mean phrases.
But really though, are you sure that's what really need to do? Have you thought of the consequences?  Aftermath ? Or should I say apocalypse.?
I for one, have rejection amidst my top list of fears and it's actually a very long list..
Surely I've met some very pretty girls , maybe not 10s but hey, what I've met are matching. Fast forward, I start talking to the girl  for days, we have a good mental connection,  you know what I mean ?Not saying I'm sapiosexual or something but yeah THAT connection kind. You start having these cheesy feelings for her, you think of them every time, you even go to the extent of swallowing all your ego for this one just so you can text her or call her and don't care if she calls you clingy or a bother. Also, you'll be there scrolling through your pictures and get stuck on her pic for a minute or two or worse case, an hour!
All this feels so great and at the same time you feel miserable. You've basically caught the feelings. Killer disease the media won't talk of,that one. Heck! You can even listen to smooth music without her crossing your mind, you catch yourself subconsciously reading all your old convos and shit. Worse case, you start feeling "sick", you start fantasising about her everyday , how you and her could be lying on the same bed next to each other or how yall could just be at the beach and having intense moments, then if you are not careful bef$ore you know it you try "damage control", you find solace in drinking, smoking, being glued to your series or sleeping around with random girls so you can fill that void you feel. Sometimes others are fortunate to find that solace in all those things, usually it doesn't though.
Now,you are probably thinking ,should you tell this girl what you feel about her? She's what you'll say a 7 [cause any girl above a 7 isn't ready for you my Nigga but sorry], if you are not lucky she's already seeing someone and you are pondering whether you should still go ahead and tell her about your feelings. I for one, is not such a good confronter of feelings and I do hate it so much when it's conflict in my mind as to whether I should make my feelings known or nah. Usually, I'm not used to letting them known and I'm still alive! Yes I am! It's not that bad ...I don't tell her,  she never knew, somebody else started seeing her , I get jealous but do I care ? No. That's all just by the way though.
Other cases, you tell this girl what you feel , she laughs it out and calls you unserious,  cuz yall are so close she's thinking of making you her bridesmaid[smh]. Now you're hurt , you'll have to live with that the rest of your life that you were turned down and you made your feelings KNOWN
too.
All I'm saying here my nigga is , you are also better off  not expressing your feelings as you are expressing them. Trust me, if it's meant to be it will be, you'll know! If there's a bit of you withholding you from confronting your feelings you may want to listen to that too!  Be great my people !

Distance

It gets more confusing everyday
Unfortunately things aren't going your way
Yet you're hopeful that everything will be alright
So you decide to take things slow, but something is not right
Distance comes to burst your bubble
She travels to many countries far from you and you begin to wonder if things will be possible
But you believe there's a stronger bond than distance
So you keep the flame burning thinking of no circumstance
It goes on like this till the question of trust comes in
Where there's a will there's a way,love can go unbeaten

Letter to my Future Self.

Dear me,
By the time you'll be reading this you should be about 10+ years older than I am today as I write to you this letter. Have you bought that fresh Mercedes yet? For real have you!?
Have you moved mum and dad to that wonderful mansion you promised them yet ? Are you living comfortably?
Did you ever marry someone you can call a best friend?  [Of course you never turned gay did you? 😒] ...or did you marry a white woman as you sometimes thought you might ? I'm quite certain mum wouldn't give you her blessings on that anyway.
Are you happy?  Are you a much better person now? I'm hopeful you ate cuz if you are not, we all know why... you fucked up big time homeboy.
Remember how promising you were as a kid ? When mama used to have lots of hopes of how great you'll turn out you used to live for those moments ! You aced every damn subject growing up, heck! you were even not so bad in sports, [mind you I'm not saying you were good]
Then what happened! ? You decided to "grow up " which is synonymous to eating the forbidden fruit. YOU FUCKED UP man!. You started making friends of all sorts, some even some temporary you don't remember their names now. It gets worse,  you signed up for Twitter . Talking of which, are you still active on it ? That shut was your  greatest distraction yet your favourite thing to read. It came between you studying and writing more, you could have been the next Sidney Sheldon you know ? But no you wanted to be funny and tweet deep stuff . Well, to be fair,  you were good at it or so they said..Also, you made some interesting friends and got laid one or two times ...Lol who are we kidding ? Please!.
You had chances to find love, but you were so hard on yourself, you had your walls built too high, pushed away so many potential wives, which leaves me to wonder who you are with now. I hope you didn't wife that chick everyone was sleeping with tho.
Anyway, I hope all that isn't who or what you turnt out to be my nigga and that you actually met your earlier mentioned dreams. I can't wait till we meet man so we can have laughs at our past self over wine, chocolates and some bitc...I mean ladies,  oh grow up!.
See you soon Bro.
                                             With love,
                                                Me of today.

Champagne Wishes

I was having these random thoughts, very satisfying, talk of food for thoughts, I was lost in fantasies, or were they dreams? All the same they were about celebrations. Celebrations of life lived, the times were I beat all odds and scored all my points...times were mama was proud and dad letting everyone in the building know I was his seed, clearly I was a winner before day one, and the world tried to take that away from me, it did at some point, but it was all meant to be lessons and not to to lessing me. It was supposed to be an eye-opener and not to blind me on reality, it was to teach me to set sail but not with hardShips. But to every end of the tunnel is the light, day a night, nature a beautiful sight. Champagne tasting like stars, the very stars that are at my table as I fantasize...here's a toast to the life not lived yet, the success not yet attained, journeys not yet travelled, prayers not yet answered. Cheers!my people. 🍸