Remember Me

There would be a day when everything would cease to matter,
there would be a day when I must not exist
a day when I must cease to matter,
a day when I wouldnt wake to my daily routine,
for now I do not wish that, that day should ever exist
but if I have ever learnt anything from nature it is that my wishes dont matter much,
and what would be, will always be.

A day may come when I would not wake up from the hard cold floor
that I have chosen as my bed,
and would not stretch my cramped muscles for relief,
these are days that I dont wish for, these are days that i must see
there would be days when someone else would take my place and wear my shoes
I can only pray that he does fit in, I can only pray that it does fit him.
I would not live forever of that I am sure.

A day would come that the ones I have loved,
would have to love me only in memory,
but there would be no me to give them attention,
there would be no me to hold them close,
I am not scared of what i cannot change,
I am not afraid of what i cannot help
the end will come and when it does, I can only pray that i am remembered.

I am strong because i know, i am strong for what i know.
tomorrow is a beautiful luxury not everyone can share,
I will pick out the beautiful moments of today,
and bath myself in all its glory,
I cannot let my short moments last longer by bearing thoughts of what I cant change
I do hope I live on to another day,
but if i dont please remember me.

These verses was written by the Author for Victims of terminal illness
the image was taken with the authors iphone.

Arachnida.

for good reasons I walked that evening, 

But not with good reason

I retained this bother in my thoughts 

Of some things I did and the ones I did not.

Today was a bad day for regrets

But you my conscience keep sending this threats 

"You cannot make it if you walk alone"

The eight legs of the spider is its strength 

One would have thought in this our Arachnid 

Forever in

confusion would stroll the earth. 

But our gentle spider have risen above expectations 

Where we would want her to stop she climbs

And when we would want her to hide, she hunts. 

The eight crooked legs of this Arachnid is its victory.

Now I must learn to walk for all.

And wait for all.

Stevezuks@gmail.com

Photo copyrighted to the author.. 

This picture was taken by the authors iPhone.

The Power of the Common Man.

There is power in our thoughts, there is a certain fire in the mind of the common man. It is with him in view that nations are created, constitutions are forged and governments are elected.

The common man remains the most powerful force to reckon with in any democracy and when any political entity make the mistake of ignoring this facts, that mistake becomes existentially fatal to the existence of that entity. Maybe that is why our nation is crumbling, maybe, just maybe Nigeria as a Nation have ignored for too long the needs of The common man that is why she now wades in the mud of mediocrity.

The common man can no longer be ignored we have seen the need for a rebirth, a change in thought and strategy now let's cast off the old garment and start moving towards our appropriate position in the committee of Nations, as we ride on the shoulders of the common man.

This Poem was written by the Author for the Renaissance Progressive initiative of Nigeria.

Join RPI today and be a Common Man
(Mission rekindled)
Idahosa A Stephen
Co-ordinator RPI Edo State Chapter.

I came to fail.

I need not fear of failing because I came to fail, to learn to try again, I came to loss to learn to find myself, I came to die to learn to live again, I need not fear of failing because I came to fail.

I came to lose my sight, to learn to see again, I came to lose my love, to learn to love again, I came a broken heart to learn to start again. I came because I have failed so I need not fear of failing.

I have lost the joy I once had. I have lost my broad smile too. I have lost the love I once had, I have lost her broad smile too. I have lost what really mattered and now failure seems like a tutoring option,

that if I make mistakes I will learn and if I learn I might succeed and if i do i may not fail. And all that is left I may not lose.
I came to fail again, that in my failure I might learn to win again.

Mock me when I fail, do not piety me. Spit on me when I am down for it is my moment. I cannot be down forever so when I do fall down let me embrace it, that when I stand I might remember. That when I stand I might not forget.

My memories will be my teacher, my scars will be like a book to me, on which is written all my failures, lessons I dare not forget. I must fail again to learn to win again.


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this blog will be dedicated to celebrating African males that have left their mark on the memory slate of humanity.