In His Own Words

Years ago, there lived a very rich man; he was a multi billionaire. His name's Joel Anderson but his generosity  to the people in his country, Sierra Leone, made the masses to crown him the Don of the Capital, Freetown. Therefore, Joel Anderson was popularly known as Don Anderson.  He was a good will ambassador with charitable organisations in his name across the African region. However, Don Anderson, irrespective of his accomplishments and wealthy possessions was not quiet happy for he had a scattered family that has no prospect of maintaining the legacy he was going to leave after his demise when his time comes.
Joel Anderson was unhappily married to Rose Anderson for 35 years and they had 2 boys and a beautiful but unruly daughter. The oldest was Benedict Anderson commonly called Ben. He's 30 years old but has nothing to show for his years except for abusing drugs and lavishing his father's wealth on prostitutes. Ben's lifestyle influenced his younger brother, Kenny, so much that he started following his footsteps. Kenny was 5 years less older than Ben and 3 years older than their sister Noella. Noella  was more like her mum; she looks out only for herself and cares less for family except for the fact that she loves her father very much but she never got along with her mother.
Don Anderson loved travelling; he likes visiting new places. However, he was struck with heart illness that made him visit many advanced hospitals in Europe and America in search of cure, unfortunately he couldn't find one. His illness grew worse daily so advice from concerned friends and relatives made him seek for a native herbal treatment in his country.
After visiting many herbal homes and still couldn't find cure to his sickness, his best friend decided to take him to Furawa, a village in Kabala Town, Koinadugu district, that is situated in the northern province of Sierra Leone. Upon their arrival, Joel came across a beautiful young lady that was a practising nurse at the the village. Her name's Ellen.
Ellen is a humanitarian that had moved to Furawa to help her people with good medical care. Because of her medical beliefs she constantly discourages the people in Furawa to stay away from herbal drugs, "not that they are bad, but they have no right diagnosis that makes it medically condemned", she always tells the people whenever they try to come up with an argument. When Ellen saw Joel, she knew he had something that was troubling him that is health related. She immediately walked up to him with a beautiful smile she always wore on her face, introduced herself and asked why Don Anderson was in their village.
Being a man with a free spirit and an open mind, he shared with her his distress that made him to be in Furawa. Nurse Ellen being such a caring person offered accommodation to Don Anderson and his friend, Tom, that took him there.
When they got to her apartment, Ellen decide to make dinner for her guests and asked them to freshen up then have some rest.
Few hours later, dinner was ready. Ellen asked her guests to join her at the dinning table. After having a great meal, Ellen decide to start with her medical words of caution. She tried convincing Don Anderson why he shouldn't go in for herbal treatments but should continue with the medical treatments he has being having. Eventually, Nurse Ellen was able to convince him not to take the herbal treatment but Don Anderson decided to stay a couple more days after his friend had left disappointed with his decision.
The Don spent few day in Furawa and it happened that during those times he fell in love with Nurse Ellen and that made him to be visiting the village regularly. Their love grew tighter and eventually, Nurse Ellen became pregnant. Don Anderson was very much happy when he had the news. He wanted to marry her and move her to the city  but Nurse Ellen couldn't agree because her Christian faith won't let her get into a polygamous marriage. Also, the passion for her job and the love for the people of the village won't let her leave.
Her mind was made up and she thought the only way to get her decision to stand was to cut Don Anderson off. She asked him that they stop seeing each other but promised to give correct updates on the child she's going to deliver.
This was a very hard decision she took however, The Don had to forcefully respect it; for the first time in his life, Don Anderson was in love but unfortunately, he had to stay away for the sake of his unborn child and the woman whom he loves so much.
Eventually, Nurse Allen had a baby girl and she had told Don Anderson about his daughter as promised. The name of nurse Ellen's daughter is Joella Anderson. Joella grew very fast but it happened that when she was eight years old, Don Anderson's heart disease returned to him and this time, it was extremely serious.
Assuming he might not survive his recent attack, as hoped by his wife and children, Don Anderson decide to gather his family and called on his lawyer as he was going to read out his will.

Agony of a Poet

Each day takes us closer to the grave
But what's life without risk and risk without being brave
All I want is to be free; breaking the chains of being a slave
As I walk into the finest of nature; for such moments I do crave.

All I've ever wanted was to love and be loved
But my past keep bringing me more problems than I've ever solved
I can't really explain the kind of life that I'm living
It's like whenever I set my goals, the passion to move gets dissolved.

I've got a desire burning deep inside
I know what I want but others think it's pride
No one is willing to help except by their rules I must abide
Which means my life will go by whatever they decide

Life teaches us many things without having to pay fees
Sometimes I wish I can write all my frustrations in one piece
The war that takes place in my mind,  leaving my heart with no peace
Hoping for brighter days as the darkness do increase

Smile Mama Salone

Sometimes I wonder if sufferings are exactly what fortune brings
The struggles you've been through as your heart bleeds
You've seen wickedness take over the heart of your children
Selfishness and greed; the young has no respect for their kindred
To ourselves we ponder if there is any hope for tomorrow
Cause our minds are filled with negative thoughts and our hearts full  of sorrow
We live as if we are the last of our kind and there is non to follow
Only if we knew our days are numbered and our lives borrowed
I am sure you see us as a set on stage drama
We lack punctuation; no full stop, no comma
We perpetually bring you sadness that's why I miss your smile Mama
Unity, peace and love you've tried to teach us as your own
Yet we keep bringing sacrilege to thy humble throne
This saddens me for all l ever want to see is for you to smile Mama Salone.

My Mother, My Motivation

She's being there even when I had no idea
She's held me through the dark stages till it's all clear
She's my strength and courage that kicks away every fear
She's my mother,  my motivation, and that's why I share.

Every second, her words keep playing in my mind
She's my search engine to whatever I want to find
She's the most unique being in the universe, I haven't seen her kind
My mother, my motivation, the pace that keeps up my grind.

She's the best friend I've ever had
We're so close that I never miss my dad
Always correcting my wrongs and never making me look bad
Gives me hope in distress; the reason I'm always glad

My mother, my life's greatest motivation
She's the best I've had, my main inspiration
In all I do,  she ensures she makes her little contribution
My mother, the best in the universe not only our nation.

LET’S TALK

So many things going on yet we mostly tend not to care

We are scared of what of to say; living in perpetual fear

What good does it make if our feelings we cannot share?

Instead, we watch things grow worst year after year

Let’s talk about the selfish leaders in our nations

They’re more like the serpent in God’s creation

All they say are words that lure us into damnation

While we suffer with no hope for our future generation

Let’s talk about the homeless kids on our streets

How do they live, clothe, or even get food to eat?

No shelter, no education; yet we claim they are the future

I really don’t get the type of image we’re trying to capture

Let’s talk about ourselves; me and you…

We never take responsibilities for the things we do

Always wanting others to step into our shoes

And we blame them for not paying our dues… let’s talk!

I know what it feels like

Sometimes people see me as the “has it all” type

They’re thinking my roses are red and my fruits all ripe

Or maybe I was born with a golden bracelet round my hand

They keep thinking things without trying to understand

But they don’t know that I’ve walked bare footed on wet sand.

I know what it feels like to be raised by a single parent

Mama had to pay fees, feed the home and also pay rent

Had to use rope round my waist because there was no belt

Used a pair of shoes for many academic years till it gets bent

To sleep on an empty stomach, no light to do homework, all that I’ve felt.

I know what it feels like to have dreams and it only stays in your sleep

Your heart burns with disappointments and to your pillow you do weep

You toil so hard to achieve success but only failure you do reap

It’s like you’re in a dark hole, so dangerous and deep

You feel so terrible and think it’s best to end your life’s trip

When I say ‘I know how it feels like’, I really do know

I know what it means when you can’t harvest when you sow

The struggles in life are real and they’ve watched me as I grow

I know… I really do know; it’s not something I’ve learnt from some reality show

That’s why I never stay on the fast lane instead I take life really slow.

WHAT IF?

So many things seem not to be going on the right path

Hoping for a better end but with a horrible start

We all embrace the wrong and neglect the fact

What if we had the chance to take decisions?

How would we act in such position?

What if we were what we constantly criticize?

I mean the people we tag as “devil in disguise”

Would we have step up to act as wise?

Or maybe make the same excuses as the ones we criticize?

Please make time to think and analyze…

What if we all forget about race and religion?

Embrace each other, irrespective of our region

No wars, we all embrace peace and live as one

The world will be a better place with much fun

Cause we don’t really need the bombs and guns

CHOICES

I can be whoever, however, wherever

It’s up to me to say ‘now’ or ‘never’

I can choose to be still or flow like a river

It’s my choice to act stupid or be clever.

You can’t force me off my will

You can never beat me at my skill

You can’t push me to take your deal

You can’t teach me my own drill.

Only I can decide what happens to my life

Whether I choose to stay single or take a wife

Or maybe look at the other end which may not be nice

But it’s my life, my decision to be precise.

We all make choices, whether good or bad

For instance, I disowned my dad

It’s not up to you to tell if it’s wise or mad

Though it comes with a consequence for me to be an abandoned lad.

GOOD MORNING

Noon has its own dealings; night has its own feelings

Having spent a day that has no meaning

Laying down sleepless, looking at the ceiling

Slowly your eyes get closed without knowing

Rising to a new day with a beautiful morning.

Sometimes the morning can’t really be good

Especially when times are hard; no cash, no food

Late night sleep and you wake up to a noisy hood

Neighbors keep calling but you’re not in the mood

You keep hearing “good morning” and you think it’s rude.

You keep wondering, “what has life got to offer you today?”

You work so hard, you can’t tell what it feels like to play

It’s like the more you pray, you become the targeted prey

And your thoughts keep coming, your feelings taking you away

You’re hoping there is no such like “good morning” or another day.

SORRY

My life has not being what exactly I planned.

The storm has being heavy, taking everything I earned.

I've being all over the place; scattered as sand!

Neglecting all I should focus on; but to my fans I say, I'm sorry..

Please take back my hand.

Sometimes I can hardly understand myself..

I seek things beyond my reach.. I'm more like searching for elf.

It's of late I've realized life is a beautiful thing itself.

To my readers I say I'm sorry as I welcome you all to my normal self.

All this while, I've being acting busy like an ant.

Achieving just a little and it's not really instant.

But I'm all ready to move on; that's the fact.

I'm really sorry from the depths of heart..

I'M I REALLY ME?

Sometimes, it's  really hard to believe that I survived.
In a world full of trouble, yet on eagles wing I do ride.
Having hope, faith and courage, but pride I do put aside.
It's hard to believe that I'm the same me that has got favor, glory and honor on my side.

'I'm I really me?' Is the question I normally ask myself.
Especially when I'm out of track, but still doing things by myself.
For pains and sufferings, happiness and joy, are part of life themselves.
So one needs to be prepared to accept things to him or herself.

It's obvious that distraction and deviation may try to occur.
But be strong and don't give in neither try to succumb.
For life's battle does not favor neither the old nor the young.
So if you relent, in the mouth of failures you will become a song.

To be strong and courageous is what one should have in mind.
For there are people who are like you, or worse than your kind.
But if you raise your hands higher into heavens, you will play with brighter stars,
Then you will ask the same question as I did for I've always had success in mind.

I'M STILL A STUDENT

It's never too late to learn,
except if one has no plan.
Even though it's hard to understand,
It's my duty to keep it in hand.
I'm never too old to learn.
For even the weak and feeble do have something they can understand.
So age can not give me a mental band,
For even in death I'll keep on to learn.
I'll keep on learning even if I don't want to.
Therefore being a student is not something one has to be called to.
I'm still a student, one that is prudent,
I'm still a student whether in health or illness.
I'm still a student, that I must be proud to say,
and I know at the end I'll have no regrets.

INDISCIPLINE

An abnormal stain in character,
that has caused many lives to shatter.
From a tender age it do start,
even when old, still behaves like a brat.
all because of indiscipline one can't face the fact.

Like a prey in a snare it do grab our lives,
Identifying us negatively in positive issues that arise.
Making us to loose better things even from the wise.
So why not we start breaking it ties...for just like an evil spell,
Indiscipline does not take heed to age, neither size.

It has led many lives to dishonor,
Lack of respect and friendship from even those they love so much.
It results only to timeless regrets,
Cause lots of people have being affected by this negative character if only we can reflect.
Talking about this little demon, indiscipline has become a major subject.

How can we stand against indiscipline?
From a modest character and controlled mind,
We start going in for discipline.
Also to be mild and tender in both speech and action...
All these should be real and not a fiction.
Through this, indiscipline will have no root in our lives nor our nation.

MY LITTLE TOY GUN

It flaunts in the midst of nobles.
It makes cowards to stumble.
All because it sounds like a real tool.
Yeah... My gun really serves me as a mantle.

Whenever I'm out in the lawn,
Weaklings do run all because of my toy gun.
They don't know that this thing is only for fun.
With a smile on my face as I do turn,
Only to see guys portray on the floor, as they do crawl.

Bad boys think that I'm the worse...
So they want me to be their boss.
All because I'm fearless and hardly loose,
So they think I being their boss is a just cause.

UPON A BOY'S TALE

Six aside well play the game,
Different rules but the style
remains the same.
No one is playing to be fame,
But to achieve his or her aim.

I'm a rising guy that is landing,
I dislike cruelty but enjoy caring.
Take your time and keep to your bearing,
For life is all about taking and sharing.

Live fully and die empty,
Be sober and stop panting.
In life so many things will be tempting,
But don't give in, for one day you'll have plenty.

MY VOWELS

A     E       I    O      U
This is what I've written for you.
If you can't race at the sky-blue,
I'll cast on you my vowel flu.

A!!! Dance along for 'A'
Shout with joy for Ray!
We're all here to play,
sing hip...hip...hip... Hooray!!!

E!!! Sit and think about 'E'!
While I serve each of you some tea.
Take as much for it costs no fee,
as I'll reach to prune my tree.

I!!! Considering you and I,
who do you think can catch that fly?
Remember I can also fly, and that makes
me to go up high.

O!!! You know I love you so.
Your memories in my mind always flow.
I promise to make your lights glow,
and to be you shield when it blows.

U!!! Yes I mean you.
I know you like my vowel flu.
Don't worry, I'll keep giving you some clue,
but it's only when I'm in suit and shoe...
Then you can catch my vowel flu.

THE LAST TEAR DROP

Through my travails, pains and past i did cry.
Feeling miserable, filled with fear for I was so empty within.
My life was crooked with troubles all around as I ask myself 'why?'
I was all alone with no one to talk with.
'Life is hard' is what i usually say to myself.
Shedding tears everyday, never hoping that someday my life will be built.
I lost courage and confidence and considered myself useless.
Until one day when hope came to me and said "Arise and be strong,
for nothing lasts forever."
Her words came in the time I was weeping...
For it was the first time to myself I heard someone speak.
Though in my distress, I've realized I was never alone.
I wiped off my tears and said, 'this little boy is now grown'
Then fell my last tear drop, as I decided to cry no more.
For with hope by my side, I know I'll get what I want and
into the air I'll be blown.

SEDUCTIVE GIRL

Made in hell here she comes.
Flee from her before she turns.
From her presence you must always run,
Cause she's seductive and that she takes as fun.

She's destructive, endangered but luring.
With glitters in her eyes, she's always flirting.
Refuse her smiles for they are tempting.
For she's a hater of men that are rising.

Neglect her steps and refuse the smell of her perfume.
She's crafty and will entertain you to your doom.
She pretends to be a bride that seeks a groom,
But has no virtue and she'll fulfill you to the tomb.

Hide yourselves oh great men of valor.
For in her hands mighty men have fallen.
She is stubborn and her tricks are cunning.
The words of her mouth are powerful to piercing.
So therefore run, for your lives she is yearning.

HOW LONG???

Can the race ever be for the swift?
And the battle be won by the weak?
Upon these questions, I do think.
Why wickedness within ourselves continue to uplift.
It's a crazy thing that people get praises from their evil deeds.
For how long will it sustain them and their selfish needs?

It has never been a worthy thing to do.
For we hardly think about what comes next.
Searching for the unseen until we end up screwing ourselves.
Always wanting to change 'East to west'.
Acting greedily as if we have no clue.
But how long will that take us, till we get to where we want to see ourselves?

How long do you want excess food to be on your tables?
When it's at the expense of the poor and the disabled.
Your family is being protected while many are out there vulnerable.
How long do you think your life will be at it's highest peak?
When you are filled with pride, and only bout yourself you do think.
Be careful for you don't know, 'HOW LONG?'.
For life can vanish in a blink.

To the weak and feeble, I say be strong.
To the oppressed and needy, I say have courage.
Weep no more for your time is near.
Your future will be bright, and your tomorrow will be clear.
You will be happy and be filled with songs.
For even though it seems long, it may not be long.

TICK SAYS THE CLOCK

Tick says the clock, what's the time?!!!
It's eight o'clock.
If you are a shepherd gather your flock,
Before the roads get blocked.

Tick says the clock, I'm late for work.
I'll take my dinner before lunch.
Off to my office I'll walk,
Because, it's ten miles off.

Tick says the clock, shouted the morning cock.
If you feel sleepy, carry a block.
When you're tired we'll take you to a dock,
But when it has passed five o'clock.

Tick says the clock, at the corner I'm stock.
Call the doctor, for I've fallen on a rock.
My tick will stop at six o'clock,
Then I'll shout, sick! sick! sick o'clock!!