Selorm Deku

Dear Lady, Be grateful to God for giving you good physique. But, when all what you appreciate about what He has given you is the color of your skin or the colorlessness of it, the contours and the flat tummy, the long hair and shiny nails and graced calf, then I am tempted to say you must learn to be a bit more grateful. When you take, watch and share more pictures than you read, imbibe and share  God's word with your followers on social media, there is a real problem that needs attention. There is a sure prediction that your follower-ship would wane when what you take pride in begins to be affected by the inevitable decay from the woes of old age. The number of likes, follows, comments and reactions you get would begin to drop with your increase in age which normally means a fall in the price of your physique on the social media market. Why give all focus to only one thing from all that God has blessed you with? You have intellect that needs deve...

When an heart inflated by true love gets deflated by denials When opportunities seem absent for dreams And nursed love finds no bed to root down Failure inscribes its signet on wandering hopes Highflying balloons of love brought low by a puncture of "no" It scares the mind and drills scars in the heart. But new hopes keeps you going Some nos are better than yes after all  http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1444362/pierced-heart/

Like a lioness, you fought your house to keep And swift as deer, you ran ahead of time Fearing neither the Western rifles nor barriers of the African culture Setting your eyes on victory, you left behind the cooking role Refusing to be betrayed by coward men leaders Angered by colonial disrespect and maltreatment, Your love for Asanteland and pride was g reater than gender The brave feminist of Africa, whose fights pre ceded Beijing Yaa Asantewa a,  the shoes you left behind ar e too big to fill But like you, we'd dare, our nat ion to defend And our people we'd love enough to die for. Yaa Asantewaa, like you we will step to fight, though without guns Our brains, hearts and skills the point would prove, that we're descendants of thine Gone with your body but in us, your nature lives on We'd fight beyond Seychelles and return our land to rule.

The title the coward knows is won by commitment to fear Fear to die to self and be humble to a greater truth than himself The coward finds for himself solace that travels not beyond himself He's too scared to trust power greater than what was placed in him The origin of his power is the truth he has continuously rejected He knows he's not the greatest yet would not believe there's a greater One Rushing through life with no desire for the Light The coward leaves bare his broad chest and begins a muscle show in the dark Burning others, burying his glory and hurting himself with the pain he hopes to bring some gain to his name But this coward must not end the day without seeing the light With every step he nears gently the end with no hope to win The light keeps waving and yelling for him to yield This coward must be brave amidst his fierce tears to change his woes The strongest, skillful, boldest and wisest of men would fail at the end Unless they accept they...

Eyes met, thoughts grew and hopes fueled A seed of you found place in the heart of mine With no nurturing, but tortured and starved This seed like all others is expected to sprout, burn and see death But it went on lasting, growing and always maturing Saline Injections and Misoprostol pills failed to claim life from this fetus Unlike lust, this seed of love lasts Amidst your smiles, frowns or mean treats, growth rate stays same It gains weight and waits to be born Delayed birth, fast growth is the hope of this unborn child in me In case you doubt it, it is still unaborted!

Bubbling within, smiling without Wearing silk of Egypt on all the wounds Presenting on the stage what I suffer them to see They read the front stage and say it's me Only if they'd have a breakthrough of the stage, Raise the curtains and see what's my make My audience and fan base would shrink Singing like a nightingale and mourning like a young widow Chest out to prove strength and heart buried in woes With glory smeared on the sorrows We're taught to be gentle in wrath So like a star, my role I act But the conflict between self and script is so sharp If tears were an ocean, there'd be no shore left No balm seems the ache to soothe This is my world, yet they have what I give them

    The network that makes you work to enrich owners It can allow you create personal space too large to fill It sucks time and you n'ere know it Keeping your fingers busy and eyes fixed Feasting on the newest and reviewing the oldest Suggesting closeness to them that live miles away Keeping you worlds away from them around you Smiling, crying, angry and depressed for the unknown Caring less, annoyed by and disregarding kin to be popular to the world unknown This network illuminates and misleads, connects and disconnects Builds the world away and destroys the one here It sells much folly and offers little wisdom It is a world outside our world Very social yet asocial