The last line.

...Sometimes I wish my world could be *rearranged,* at least from the way it was *prearranged.* 

Sometimes I think of writing a *Letter,* just to change my life for the *better.* 

Sometimes I wish I was never *here,* and that I was never *there,* 

Sometimes I wish I had long *left,* before nemesis cought up with my long *theft.* 

Sometimes my feeling is *jinxed,* and my emotion is *mixed.*

Sometimes I wish I had another *chance,* Sometimes I hope for a second *chance.* 

Sometimes I wish I had never *loved,* Sometimes I wanted to be always *loved.* 

Sometimes my life could as sweet as *Honey,* until I think about the end of my *Journey!*

Sometimes I wish there could be a someone who is a *treasure* that must be *treasured!*

 Who will always be around in time of *Leisure* and *Presure!* A wonderful person , I will be damn *Sure!*

The irony of life.

Sometimes we see things that aren’t meant to be *seen,*

Sometimes things aren’t always as they *seem.*

Sometimes we need someone to call our *own,*

Especially when we’re all *alone.*

Sometimes people just can’t *understand,*

Why things get out of *hand.*

Sometimes life just isn’t *fair,*

Especially when people justdon’t *care.*

And sometimes it's hard to *say,*

Why things have to be this *way.*

Sometimes it’s all you can do to get *by,*

Especially when dreams continue to just *die.*

Sometimes it’s nice to sit in the *rain,*

Just to relieve the *pain.*

And when we’ve had a really bad *day,*

Sometimes we just want to walk *away.*

Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the *same,*

Sometimes we simply haveto let go of the *Fame.*

And sometimes when people get *hurt,*

Even the strongest ones may need *comfort.*

Fight for your love.

                     Mande’s Memo:

Lovely, fresh and cloudy evening:
You looks as none could look but Beuty’s queen.

Your red rounded lips liking at each other;
Your wide white eyes staring at raindrops,
Only could by a queen.

Oh my ardent love;
I’ve lost you once,
Wasn’t the pains worse enough;
To loose you again.?

All I need is your love;
Your love is worth enough;
To Fight for and to Die for;
To loose you and die again.

Oh most potential love;
You got a smile;
Only heaven can make such a smile,
I pray to God everyday;
To keep you that smile,
Forever and ever smile.

God bless the broken road.

M

In the mid this year; words runs through my mouth, but I felt that I wasn’t fit enough to stand on opinions on my community issues, Jos North, Plateau state. I resigned and changed my mind. For that; I must spill out the beans through thick and thin.

It’s now the moment when by common consent we pause to become conscious of our community and to rejoice in it, to recall what our community done for each of us, and to ask ourselves what we can do for our community in return.

Gone are the days whereby community service and community development were path of our life, attitude, and hubby. Now the reverse is the case.

Years back we had good road system, and proper hygiene environment, the life was near perfect bliss; now those road system has turned to ponds and lakes. It’s our duty to fix those road not to wait for the government intervention.

Week earlier; a neighbor’s wife was in her labor at late hours, we tried to rushed to the hospital, but the city roads are completely submerged, traffic had came to standstill, we spent an hour and half due to the broken road with heavy rainfall. Alas! She lost the pregnancy. She’s still suffering from Fistula epidemic.


After a marathon journey down to my apartment. Someone, rushed to me, hurriedly, and stopped me. Trying to have some words with me at my discomfort, but I couldn't resist. Thought it was about the incident and our broken roads. It wasn’t. I was wrong.

It was a long story but what makes it unique will be told in brief.

'I've examined you entirely; personal life and human relationship', He said.
I was amazed with a deep shocked. Oh! Really? I replied.

Suddenly, he interjected the amusement with recommendations whose tidings I never planned for.
"After my examinations, I got to know that your  entire life is based on capitalism, I mean you're a capitalist", He added.

I was pissed off. I was about to roll up my sleeves and fight, but I resigned and changed my mind. Because I realized that every pool can do that, and I want to be above that.

I forced a fake smiles, and replied to him in a typical and diplomatic manner, 'of course yes, I'm a capitalist and profit is my motive'. Do you have a problem with that? I asked.

He stood rhetoric and walk away shamelessly, without uttering a single word, neither turning back to look at me.

This is to say we absolutely lacked the ‘the power of togetherness’ in jos north, as far as on one cannot share the feelings of anothers’ sadness, rather open a room for gossip. We Can’t go anywhere further as far as we can’t pause and think of how to develop our community.

Recently a speedy runner on the broken roads, lost control and hit two youngsters which leads them to their earlier graves. Had it been we fixed our broken roads this wouldn’t have happened.

This youngsters live might be a beneficial to the society and the country at large. Let’s do it together.

However; many cars were broken down on the broken roads, how strange those luxury cars belong to the big men of our our community whom had never thought of solving their problems.

For that I will like to call on the attention of the entire community of Jos North, plateau State; that this is the home of our making, no one can solve our problems better than us. Let’s make our community better again.

Remember; we have more that unite us than divide us, together everyone achieves more. Let’s forget the differences and do it together. God bless Jos North. God bless Plateau.

Bread of my routine.

Oh most potential love,
When you say you love,
I walk above the clouds.

You, the bread of my routines
I feels empty without you,
Every piece of you fills in so perfectly.

Your memory is a treasure,
You’re loved beyond words,
And missed beyond measure.

Now, absent of you,
Are abundant with you.

Meri Jaan. (Mrs Danmande)

A cloud she's 

Who lit in the darkness,

A softhearted she's 

Who springs in the wilderness,

A flower she's 

Who smells in the garden,

Her ardent eyes 

Glow and shine like a sun,

A Queen she's 

Who walks on a fiery desert wind,

An angelic person she's 

Who can changes the world,

with a smile.

The epitome of Beauty 

Lies on her smiles,

Above all.

Simple sweet she is.

Oh

Most potential love 

Vow, bond, nor space 

In the heart neither Stink, 

knot, nor confine.

when goodbye doesn't work You could lay your hands on my shoulder.