Goodbye Mr Black 


Mr Black is that clingy thing around the neck of us . It is the pieces of Almighty Formula that one had to Christen ‘mighty’ because it cracks one up.When I was still a little child,I had no slightest idea of what curiosity meant.My thoughts was always angled towards the fact that since curiosity kills the monkey,it kills everyone.It has always been like that from the word go! It is kind of scary….It can’t change!…It was the idea of someone that has gone through the forests of life way ahead of me…. What an inexperienced person I was?

As days waved as they passed by me,I had to scrub that faulty idea.The air of optimism,confidence and creativity fanned my cheeks out of the blue.It whispered to me that Curiosity is a two-way Street: Make Street, Mind Nigeria and Mar Street,Heart Nigeria.Make or Mar street? It all depends on you.Instincts came from on high and exclaimed ‘Keep your knees bent and lean forward slightly.That’s the idea’.

I am neither the darling of curiosity nor the master of Creativity hub yet this phenomena held onto me like a star-crossed lover.For the first time,I was able to embrace the idea of Socrates ‘Man,know thyself’ ….I was dug up to the extent that self discovery and self assessment began to rustle and creak like papers and seats in my mind.All of a sudden,I found myself in an imaginary hot seat heating up like a boiling ring ….I had started gulping feast of parboiled questions before I could even get over that heat.Do you know what you are? What mirror are you? Do you know where the universe resides?

Unfortunately,I could not answer those questions. What is all this? uh? How come I don’t know what I was?.It was then I remembered a mind therapy that one of my intellectual friends would always hammer away each time we chitchat every now and then.If you should ever look up and find yourself lost,simply take a breath and start over.Retrace your steps and go back to the purest place in your heart,where your hope lives.You will find your way again.Ta-da! That’s the spirit! It really worked.T hanks to Moving me quotes. I discovered that I was kidnapped by Mr Black,he was the reason I could not even picture an ounce of myself.Here,Mr Black literally signifies Darkness,lack of will….. Believe me,you can’t achieve anything worthwhile in this world without the sheer strength of will.If you can’t find who you are now,Spin wildly~~“`~“ Search for it `|||you need it to survive.

Since then,I did not bulge no matter how hard Mr Black tried.I teed the crap out of him.He had no option other than to clear out from me in quick fashion.I was just getting started,I never hesitated to bid him farewell:

‘I was really close to tears when you hugged me tightly on that very first time we met.The moon seems accommodating that even the sun envied it.I really thought I would have this happen forever.But then,I have promised my dear self not to be pathetic any more.I have laid it to my heart that I would only focus on permanent and positive things.I won’t just cling onto anything that spreads its hands towards me reaching out for me.I would be more careful.You never taught me that…Did you? Let’s not meet again.Goodbye Mr Black…Adieu undetermined and disorganized mind.Come back,Fortified Africa



Oeuvre of Marie sparkle™

It was the tale of me and you who wants to make everything around us beautiful.Minds that does not act like butterflies that flutter for a day and think it is forever.

Bye for now.


 Picture credit: Canstock photos and Moving picture quotes

Dark Shades(Chapter 2)

I was completely swept away by the complaisant smiles of the crowd at the young man.Sadly, the best way I can smile widely at people is by locking chest,shoulders and hands with them.It wasn’t my fault,I really could not get over the cool wind of America that fanned my cheeks . I drew myself closely to the dude and gave him a brief hug without any sense of direction.I felt happiness flood over me since I was able to express my big smile.I had no idea that my biggest smile would file a document of faeces .I could not fathom the reason behind the silence that descended on the souls of the crowd in pitiable layers.Bit by bit,they withdrew themselves from the frontage of our house.
Oniranu osi..Olosho..American prostitute…’. A middle-aged banged looking pointedly at me and hissed.

The man whom I had expected would throw in a good word for me had no compassion for my poor nerves.It was then my brain went on an hunt for fresh vegetables.Was my brain poisoned with goat weed that I was unable to  atleast know what I had done wrong? I folded my hands tightly  as though I was about to be set ablaze with fire and brimstone .It was the first time I had thrive on the negativity of annoying circumstances.A peachy figure on a “Shuku” Coiffure embellished with traditional beads strode towards my direction dressed in a blue traditional blouse and wrappers sagging above her legs.The figure was dark-complected with a complete figure ‘8’ frame,tall and of average height,dark-fringed eyes and hair so deep and lustrous.She was surrounded by pretty maidens with two of them at each side.Her comportment blew an air of decided fashion and authority.

Rinsola or whatsoever you call yourself,o ma baje o! How would a filthy pig of your kind hug my husband?… I am Adesewa,Omo Oba Adegoroye, trust me… I won’t let your promiscuous action slide‘.The peachy figure said acidly.

‘I am really sorry,Sewa.I don’t know he was the prince.I thought it was Charles.I had no opportunity to see him on one on one basis when he saw me at the village square ‘.I said pleadingly.

I felt a shudder of revulsion as she gripped me by the throat.

Kini n so ti o ta! You could have done more if he weren’t the prince…then  I would have slaughtered you like a ram if you hadn’t realised that…Who made you the youth leader of this community? Do you think you can govern the youths this way? You don’t know your place,Kogbede!”. She bleated,her pussy-like eyeballs haunted me really hard as if she was going to swallow me at once.

Woman!It’s ok“.He snapped looking at the angry princess and dragged her away from my sight.

Charles! Charles!! Charles!!!”.I exclaimed.I never believed that I could ever be in the category of people which Douglas Everelt portrayed as people that live in the dream world . What of the man in the picture? Could he have dwelt in the dream world earlier than me? 

Luckily,Charles seems like a person that faces reality.I knew it.We were from a different world from the word go.

Rinsola,are you out of your mind? You have been lying on this bed for the past 5 hours,i thought you were dead after wasting a bowl of water on you…Tell me,who is Charles? He is waiting for you over there“.Granny said pointing at the Verandah.

Stars in My Eyes

January and February went their ways like a passing breeze.Stubborn March seems not to have any conversation,style and beauty..the whole story is February,you are so grounded…no show.It is just a peeping month that had no compassion on my poor nerves.In the earliest part of this month,i was really wired up to know why I had to be apprehended by mixed feelings.Struck by a stranger’s air in the social media where I had posted an open address to  March “March,Let’s know what we are doing…You can’t be marching on my feelings anyhow..The Febrile February didn’t dare me so you had better swerve”. The poor Stranger merely advised me in her usual civil approach to blame time instead.I was very much confused.How would I blame time?The time was exactly 9:15pm.What the heck?I can’t control time.Her answer seems like a drop in an ocean to my emotions,i wasn’t even sure if it that has to be called an answer or an item delivery ….It was not what i had hoped for anyway but it roused a beautiful fire in me,that fire gingered me to ponder on why time has to be the culprit in a mind blowing affairs….Shushhhh…

I was of the mind that every impulse of feeling should be guided by reason,a mint that I perceived in Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. As days dragged lazily on a haze of solititude,i began to drag like days with adjusted ideas.It was then I realised that I had been caught in between the battles of passion and vision,the kind that entered my lower spine and races me up and down to the point of no return.I remembered vividly that the arrows of feasting on Law textbooks and PDFs struck me from behind in the previous night..Was it the one that made the discrepancy between passion and vision disappeared from my memory out of the blue?So pathetic….I have never seen any individual countered her mind as much as i did.I began to weave in those Average Nigerian thoughts in my heart of hearts like crazy…Such awkward thoughts like I am studying Law built on the mentality that I would become  Femi Falana,M ary gates,sparkle bill of tomorrow and earn fat amount of money…I don’t care if it is my passion…man must survive…don’t you think? Vision would find its way in good time…Wait o,I have to be interested in this heck of Law books if I must make a headway in life…No No,i don’t have to be interested now since it is a necessity…I am sure i would cope since it is something that would earn me a cool cash in the long run…..Bad thoughts…

The early twenties of March seems like a bag full of hope coupled with complaisant smiles that nearly exploded my heart…..It was that moment when you felt like you were sent on a self-exile by your fervour to the vascular community of sensuous conquest and a coincidental tap on your hands brought that realism out of you.The Ultimate accolade is so well fixed for the soul of a golden person,intellectual friend actually who had to open my eyes to that thin lacuna between passion and vision.I didn’t expect it anyway but It just came that way.Passion is that driving and enduring force that would lead one to the rich road of vision.Seriously that social media person that I have never even met in my life really did something spectacular,i was able to come to the realisation that I never had abnormal feelings,it was just time I had to know some things i believed I had known but wasn’t enough…Guess what?That awful period that i felt was a day dream actually made me into a mixture of self-awareness and self-assessment.Mehn…Seeing the stars in my eyes and your forehead,I had to doff my hat for the truth…Sometimes,some unpleasant feelings move men beyond themselves,beyond their shortcomings and all….You don’t have to let your passion withered out of necessity with your vision being broken into pieces…Necessity fades away because it has to…. Remember? 
Inspiration

If there is no passion in your life, then have you really lived? Find your passion, whatever it may be. Become it, and let it become you and you will find great things happen FOR you, TO you and BECAUSE of you.”

— T. Alan Armstrong

Mary™

Au revoir
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Hero

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Hero..hero..hero… Actually,I had wanted to write about it for so long…I do not mind writing on being an hero every single day because it is a mint everyone of us has to carve into our pretty minds.It isn’t  easy to think of it  as a broach in that it is something people wouldn’t want to write about when they are not yet an hero.I wouldn’t say I am an hero but I have experienced things that You wouldn’t even survive it if you do not have that hero in you….I hope my readers have had similar experiences in one way or the other but we had to bury the roads that finds our path because we believed that true heroes are the only ones that have to die in warfare to protect their loved ones…

It is important for us to note that this set of people did not die because they wanted to…they realised it was the only thing they could give up to rise above stars..that’s dieing to self but I really have good news,you don’t have to die or give up.Dear lovers,you don’t have to receive bullets for your sweethearts and die to save them… Do you know what makes you an hero? The ability to defeat the source of that bullet so that it will never come again…. Dear students,you don’t have to cut the ropes that ties you with that evil courses?..Find out what is pushing you away from it….What makes you a true hero is you ..your potentials…your attitude..your willingness to give up present sweet comfort if necessary to be a great person in the long run…your will to hang on even when you know it’s going to take ages… that’s heroism

Inspiration:Nothing is given to man on earth – struggle is built into the nature of life, and conflict is possible – the hero is the man who lets no obstacle prevent him from pursuing the values he has chosen.

Andrew Bernstein.

Mary™

Land of sparkles

Firefighter

I am on fire
Because I am wired
to appreciate The one
that makes me hones
my breath
that holy fire burns harder
as if it were the subject of this season
So sticky for plain reasons
Plain enough for sucklings
Milder for the creatures of the sky
For when I ranted and ranted and ranted ‘casting down’
I was raped with the words
that seems dauntless
Rising up was I
Yet it was not matchless
Until the One that owns
the fire beckons me
Then i Was fed with the
Seeds of initiative
What i am started to become
My very initiative

… . …..Mariesparkle™

Dark Shades(Chapter 1)

When Granny said ‘We must stop thinking of the Individual and start thinking about what is best for the society.We should not turn the hands of a grandfather clock and have it broken rashly and hastily because our hands bleed neither should we torn our very clothes and be naked because we are tortured by heat….when our decision is a mere reaction from our wounded heart…it becomes indecision’.She highlighted one of the biggest issues facing decision making in the contemporary World.

 Circumstances had cheated me at the prime of my life …heartrending and grotesque situations…but sank with the Oceans of desperation,I cheated those circumstances too.I was almost perfect in every corners that befits a lady with a well-drawn and well-defined features.I had this kind of male voice that spoke of authority and power,the world was at my feet.The dream of being the light and shield of my community made the people doffed their hat for me as if I were an Emperor.Suddenly,I began to dwell in the dark cavern of insensitivity,indecision and brutality,the love i had for my people began to melt till it vanished completely.The poor Omorinsola who used to be in the seventh heavens withered out of the blue and bred worms.I became a monster of decisions that are always executed with no slight glimmer of compassion and tenderness…’I have to make ends meet even if i had to sacrifice the blood of those souls i am responsible for…Man must survive..To be comfortable,blood needs to be shed…It is a strong tradition that cannot be altered‘.I piped down.

Charles,the charming politician from Lagos knew that I was the Youth leader of Ayedorikodo village since he was told by one of his henchmen who was a member of my community.He knew almost everything about me that he had to send his greetings to me through a letter I had picked in a Local post office…’My name is Charles. Rinsola,I like you.Ever since I had seen the way you settled  the rift between that orange seller and the nursing mother at the village square…I had had many thoughts of reinforcing that strength in you…you are born a leader and I will make you one….I know you don’t know who I am but you would know me better when I  visit you this evening… Till then,think about me.
                                                      Charles.

I was completely disconcerted and felt like running away from home before the cool wind fanned my cheeks,Granny knew everyone that visits me and would raise an eyebrow at any bloody stranger especially a man.She would always hammer it to my hearing that a devil you know is better than a total stranger.’How would I escape the wrath of that poor woman?Well,I don’t even know that hell of a Charles boy…I can always insult him as much as i can….ermmm…when Granny comes out,i would just hide under the guise of his innocence’.I thought

I was in a cloud nine and saw it as a great honour to be visited by a political pundit without those scary men that follows him around.I was carried away by the panting and rantings of the villagers at the sight of the dude in the frontage of our mudded house that I ate that repulsive words I had buried in the corners of my mind.The dilation of my emotionally red eyeballs limbered up for the words to come as he handled fat wad of cash to everyone that yelled ‘Dansaki o !’…….that unusual mode of greeting that is always spitted out when we come across any of the few noblemen in our village .

.‘This man is something else..could it be Charles?’ .I thought.His body was well muscled.He was lanky and well built with broad shoulders.His eyes is really haunty but his words were always alive with an hint of humour,you could  tell a mile off that he is handsome.In a twinkle of an eye,I became a caricature of myself.For the first time,I started to develop the passion to love a man which was far down the street of my dreams at that point in time.I would want to shake it off but I just could not fight it ‘oh my…Omorinsola,you are really weird and foolish…How would you develop such petty emotions  for such a gnome that knows your house and thoughts without asking you..You really need to take a nap’…..I had thought

His tell tale looks made the lost words I could not voice out resuscitated…To be continued….

Mariesparkle™

Thanks for your time

Xoxo


Be happy

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Hi guys! Life is a bowl of cherries but I tell you,one can’t discover that bowl without being happy.I don’t wanna know if your world seems like a jerrycan of alligator pepper and dust…..I am sure it is not going to last….Nay,Tough times do not last….I know what is going on in your life right now does not worth it…You felt giving up your life is the panacea….You wanna take some drastic steps that would only embrace today but not tomorrow.
I know that you are so pained that none of my words can pass through your reins and veins …Let this be at the back of your mind,everyone has situations that burns them slightly beneath and from behind but they try to keep them at bay by several injections from enthusiasm…Why?They believed that making themselves miserable and weird always because they have problems would only dive them from the right set of people..Of course,i am not asking you to form “Posh” or any pretence style in vogue but smile even when nothing smiles on you…Nobody will want to pally with a smelly boy or girl because they felt Hope is lost,Nay….No one will understand that fact about you….I am sorry my words strikes your heart like daggers drawn from Shakespearean OTHELLO but that is just the home truth..
I guess you can make out with chatting up with friends,of course,i know you might not have an internet oriented phone or any phone at all but You can talk with this people in person….I understand that nobody will want to keep company with poor guys and girls,”Posh pals are their catch” but you can always chat up with God….Sentries says”Good friends are like stars,u can’t see them but you know they are always there”….that’s what God is………Dress well even if you are left with  just a pieces of cloth…Smell well….smile always…Hum songs you don’t know….sleep well…..Be approachable…..Honeycombs! You can’t be happy unless you make yourself do….Happiness heals ancient wounds and sets captive free

Let ectasy be your #attitude #altitude cum #aptitude…..inhale the vibes

Mariesparkle®

Beauty

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Oh my goodness!I am being played upon by beams that comes from nowhere….The rain is gonna fall heavily tomorrow..Guess why? Yo-yo!This is my first time of writing an article here…..My nerves are already challenging me…Do you care to know those portruding questions that stirs my fervour like flames? I hope Marie does not incorporates all those poetic blabla because ……..ahnn…Never mind,jerk!..Later!…straight to business….Ok? Next time…..Oh baby Don’t cry now….you are disgracing me with your pointed teeth…I will get you chocolate..Alright?

What makes you beautiful? I am not talking about fashion,creams,contours,makeup and the likes…ok? You are hot,sexy,handsome,pretty,gorgeous,beautiful,elegant,gallant…..oh yuck…They are all physical descriptions….I really wanna know what makes you beautiful on the inside….What if suddenly people could only discover your inner beauty?what words would they use to describe you?For me:I think I adore the few friends i have a lot and i do not overstep my boundaries…This isnt to say,i don’t have ugly parts…we all do…..of course,that is exactly where i am going…Well,Let’s do it this way.I saw a fresh and glowing flowers around a flamboyant park on my way home under a scorching sun….they were so bright that even the sun envies it.

I was jiggered at the sight of this hibiscuses just like the burning bush caught Moses’ attention because as a pre-teen,i knew flowers cannot be showy under the affliction of the brutal sun…it seems like greek to me.”Mum must see this flowers,she likes hibiscuses”..I muttered this words like a praying moth.I moved towards the direction of it and plucked…Alas!The petals bred worms from the inside..I was so frustrated that I never knew when I sat down on a dusty ground .My feet remained glued to the spot for barely 15 minutes….My greedy hands irritated me!argh…I left my stomach empty like broken mortal and pestle for decades because of trash….”I am gonna roast you even if you are dead..you wasted my time…idiotic hibiscus!”..I uttered those words and left angrily leaving out my school socks on the abandoned rottened flowers.

This is exactly how people would feel when they discover that your inside contradicts your outside “That pretty Angel stole my purse”,that handsome guy is a cheat and beats ladies a whole lot!…oh!it is bad….Let us try to work more on our inside…Nay! I am not telling us not to tidy up….Take your bath regularly with good soap…use good creams and faint perfume and deodorant,make nice hair coiffure…Wear clothes and shoes that suits you….Be smart and classy but above all,Don’t be an extremist
….Try to strike a balance between your outside and inside….It goes a long way….Together we can!

Ode to my parents

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Every man lives for himself
He dares to face life all alone
like a daredevil
He dapples with lilies and thorns by hinterland
to spread the message of hope
I can make cookies all by myself
without mum peeping at my stuffy
hands
I can drive any sorts of car without pop patting my arms at
the front seat tenderly like a day
old chick
I can crack jokes perfectly even more than the most recognized
Clown in the world
Even my milky friends knows how
terrible i could be when I dance to
the tunes of Ink,books and galleries
I can paint the chocolatey city with
the lid of my pen like a baby swing
I can do this,I can do that
despite my age and marital status
Pop injects the nuggets of life
to my flipping ears all day like a
boric acid
Words that arrests my timid heart
like a sentry
My nostrils blocked for days like a
tarred breakfast of bread and butter
Momma dipped her bulging mouth into it
to whisper the twists and turns of life
As an infant,i learnt the act
Perseverance!
I pointed my pink fingers with
a beaming smile exposing the
Silvery space in my milk teeth to
hustle for candies from peers
She spanked me with her sensitive
eyes like an hungry monkey
I thought she took advantage of
my greenness
As an infant,i learnt the act!
Contentment!
The agony of motherhood when
Papaya fruits starts developing from Day one
cannot be measured with an ounce
Is it the travails of the patriarch that
can be quantified with a bottle of
milk to revitalize them?
Where their choicest shirts and jean are put on hold to lure us
with “ABC milk”
Out of my caring heart comes a cargo of prayers waiting for amens to the doting couple of
hearts
You shall live to enjoy the fruit
of your toil
My songs hails from mount everest
my feet share the pulse of hearts
that cares

Mariesparkle

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