Nikos' Blog

How much are you willing to give up for love? How far are you willing to go in the name of love? It's amazing how the demarcation between right and wrong seemingly evaporates when love is involved. Everything suddenly becomes grey: no black, no white! 😀 In the name of love, people have done so many things. Some have sacrificed precious items including their lives , others have started wars... All for love. The question still remains this: How far are you willing to go for love's sake? Have a splendid Christmas and New Year. POUR AMOUR How much more will I have to give For love? A drag to the left, A pull to the right; Torn in two With pain my heart bleeds. All for love… Precious moments sown as seeds Invaluable time I spend everyday Simply giving, Never seeking. All for love… For love, All for love Glistening tears I shed A painful smile you see. I hear as always Light footfalls marking your leave. Lonely once again …for love. When the town is a

You lie not when you say I live For I am dead - Dead to all but you. I do not haunt you As I do the others Because I live in you And you carry me with you everywhere. You wear me proudly As a king wears his garment. I adorn your neck Like the jewelry of a queen. You boast about my works to your folks Yet you hang your head in shame like a child When caught obeying my instruction. You claim to be knowledgeable Yet you are so ignorant And blind at heart. Blind to the fact that it is I who controls you Despite your claims to be powerful. I am the past you dwell in; The evil that lies in your heart! ©Nikoslexie 2008

The frailty of humans is something that never ceases to amaze me. As humans, we are sometimes so busy or blinded by ambition; we do whatever it takes to get to the peak of our careers. Other times we just live as if we are immortal and death is only an old wives' tale. One minute, man is alive; the next, he lies six feet beneath the earth buried without all the gold and fame he worked so hard to acquire during his lifetime. Let's remember we are only on earth for a while. Let's live right to leave a lasting impact behind when we are gone physically from this world. WHERE IS HE? Where is he who was born of a woman Whose infant cry we heard so loud days ago? Like a flower, He blossomed And at a set time, He withered away Without any trace of existence. Now I ask, “Where is he?” Where is he who rises at dawn And is drunk with wine? It is he whose lips are filled With the babblings of a fool. It is he who lives as if immortality Runs in his veins But Where i

With the ever rising rates of divorce, I think it’s only fitting we devote some time to talk about it no matter how short the time. I happen to have quite a number of acquaintances and friends who are products of dysfunctional homes. To be honest, I do not regret knowing them and I am proud of the people they have become (and are still becoming) against all odds. The ripple effects of dysfunctional families (and broken homes especially) on the children and society at large cannot be overemphasized. For me, knowing that all the negative effects can be avoided by marrying right or not marrying at all, mutual sacrifice and selflessness among other things makes the pain worse. Let’s think about the future of our children before taking some crucial decisions. BACK TO THE DAY… Life: so confusing For none but me. I can’t seem to understand it; I’m just a child Who wants to go back - Back to the day before two houses. All properties split, On with life they go: Mum to the South,

Last week was busy for me. I wish I could say I was busy saving lives or making the world a better place but sadly I can't. I was busy indulging myself; doing absolutely NOTHING! 😢 Not that I didn't have things to do but I simply lacked the willpower to do them. 😢😢Instead, I constantly procrastinated and now, this week, I will actually be busy because I have pushed all my work to this week forcing myself to narrowly make important deadlines when I could have done them easily before now. Well, I know I am not alone. 😄There are many people who procrastinate all the time but that doesn't make it a good thing so I won't comfort myself with the fact that I am not alone. Procrastination is indeed a thief of time and Time is something we don't have in abundance always. Let's use it wisely. TIME Light shines and dawn beckons, The cocks crow; All of creation awakens. Sands roar And time quietly rolls away... Time: tool of the Creator, Friend of seasons, f

Have you ever been in a meeting or a class and the only thing you can think of is food? You are just sitting there nodding as if you are following what is being said when in reality, you are far away. When the moment of your disgrace comes, your stomach will let out a loud rumble😊 or you will be asked a question that you won't be able to answer for obvious reasons 😊😊😊 WANDERING SPIRIT O wandering spirit of mine Come back and be in line; Let me cease to dwell in between For I am neither here nor there. Like an absent presence, I sit, I smile, I gaze, I speak Though I am far away… He speaks; she squeaks I cannot but see The happiness that leaks From all but me… I can’t help my longing for a repast As my belly rumbles fast And my mind wanders still… O wandering spirit of mine, Come back and be in line Let me cease to dwell in between For I am neither here nor there. ©Nikoslexie 2012 Revised 2016

I almost cannot believe we are in December! If not for the calendars that corroborate that fact, I could argue convincingly that we are still somewhere in June or July on the calendar. Alas! We are 5 days already into the last month in 2016 and suffice to say that the atmosphere is rather dull. As a child, I looked forward to December and even "saved" for it. I looked forward to the buying and throwing of "bangers" which began as soon as it was December 1. I remember how I spent hours  strategizing with other children about the best locations and whose turn it was to do the throwing. Christmas lights everywhere and brighter still, was the excitement we felt -that could never be quantified. Right now, I really need something or someone to remind me we are in the festive season. Be that as it may, I have chosen to cheer myself up and I hope you do the same. There's light at the end of the tunnel. EKUNDAYO Gory epistles woven into strands of time Many marr

ABENI The clouds cluster And all I see are shades of grey As intricate patterns of white Dart across the sober sky. Thunder claps of varying magnitude are heard, The heavens darken And threaten to collapse. It’s another stormy night And I am alone…again! I sit by my window As the clouds empty their contents With such a fury That makes me shudder. I bask in the intensity of the noise Given off by the thunderous rain For it washes away the pin-drop silence That echoes at the core of my abode. I drink in the sight of destruction Caused by the storm And silently send heavenward a prayer For ABENI, my best friend. ABENI: the one who was imperfect in a perfect way, Made the days enchanting. She was the one with the Midas touch And left me feeling golden. To my ABENI, Life was just another gift Meant to be shared with anyone. Its moments were to be marked With laughter and fun. Was it not her laughter That rang out through the whole house, Dispelling ev