JEALOUSY..by D'Ola

JEALOUSY

The craze of jealousy

is sometimes the spice of life
On a normal day – it proves love
 but when canopied with distrust–you had better run
Else you might be driven barmy

GROWING LOVE

Grow, my young love, grow 
Let the wolves be buried in snow 
No worm or pests shall you ever fear 
For I am either here or near 
I toggle between rain and sun 
To mulch your world with all the fun 
I trundle between sun and rain 
Rains to wash away the pain 

STOP RAPE!!!

“Let’s go back.” Jane tried to twist her hands from the stranger’s. “I’m cold.” He stared at her, the laughter gone, and tightened his grip. “We can’t go back now, we haven’t had fun yet.” He turned toward her and pulled her into his arms, holding her fast, kissing her hard. Jane pushed him away and wiped her face with the back of her hand. She was suddenly terrified. “We took our walk, now it’s time to go back.”

            Suddenly the stranger shoved her hard with both hands so that she fell backward onto the sand. The spot was pitch dark, surrounded by dense brush. In the distance she could hear water lapping softly against the shore. A faint scent of honeysuckle from a nearby garden mingled with the smells of the bay.

            “Hey!” she cried. “What do you think…” “Shut up! Don’t pretend you don’t like it. I heard the entire story from Clay. You’d tease him all night and never give in. well, you’re gonna give in tonight, baby. Right now” in an instant, he ripped at her clothes. “No! Get away!” Suddenly she thought of one person who had always saved her from trouble and screamed his name. “Daaaaad! Help!”

            The stranger laughed at her as he pinned her to the ground. “Your daddy’s not here to help you now.” She screamed again and fought to be free of him. But she was no match for his strength and he slammed his hand over her mouth. For what seemed like an eternity, the stranger savagely raped her. When it was finally over, he stood and kicked her in the ribs. He laughed cruelly, then bent down, picked up a fistful of sand, and threw it at Jane’s face.

            Jane waited until the sounds of the party began to fade before she crawled back into her torn clothing. She wiped the sand from her eyes and mouth and made her way through the shadows toward her car. When she got home, she slipped into her room, changed her clothes, and ran a finger over the painful bruises on her arms and legs. There was blood on her underwear and she stuffed them in a bag, which she buried quietly in the trash.

            Then she stared in the mirror at the woman she had become that night, and wondered at the lengths she had gone to convince herself she did not need her father’s love. “Daddy.” She whimpered at her reflection. “I only wanted you to love me for who I am. Oh daddy, I miss you” she cried herself to sleep that night and every night for a month.

This is the story of Jane. She felt left out of fatherly love, which made her seek love in a man. What did she get in return? RAPE!

This is just the beginning. I’ll share other stories soon, and we will delve into the topic fully. This is an urgent cry of women all over the World. STOP RAPE!!!

 

 

HISTORY .....By D'Ola

History is ‘His- story’
We either learn or take it as a story…
Sweet to ears,
that cares to hear

WE ARE ONE NATION.......by D'Ola

What a mighty frat we have
holding the nation to its jugular
smashing on our faces the guilt of our misdeeds
of voting them into power

LOVE-LORN NATION

There’s much to lose when love is least

As loving less can't tame a beast

There’s all for gain if love is most

For love permeates ethno-religious coasts

Snapshots of Sorrowed Sights

(You may waste not your wages
Writing the story)
The vista of those gory ordeals
Is mounted on our memories
The charred chests of mothers’ sons
The battered beauty of fathers’ loves

Deployment instructions to Mr. Man

I am sending you to go and bring a woman who will open the doors of favour and opportunities onto you. She will also partner with you to achieve your goals.  She cannot be like you at all. She is fragile and very sensitive. You are the head and she is the neck, so you both are partners in progress. You’d be surprised if she finds it bizarre that you did not realize she’s there to help! So, to help your task, here are some vital instructions:

1. Don’t ever try to ignore her but correct her in love if she ever develops a fault. Like our elders say; ‘to remove a creeper waved around the hunter’s neck requires patience’. You’re a husband, a representative of my image on earth. I don’t particularly like it when you shut her down. Talk to her lovingly because I the Lord your God I’m love. You should be a physical manifestation of my love to her. You can only make her better if you love her my way.
2. Well, I’m your God and first love, but your wife is next and your first partner. To get the best of her, you need to respect her like you would your Mom.  She is not an empty barrel; she was created for a purpose too, so help her achieve her dreams. Your savior’s earthly father; Joseph, the husband of Mary is a replica of this, so learn from him.
3. You will realize that she fumes and complains about many things. She is as Shakespeare wrote: “Do you not know that I am a woman? When I think, I must speak!” I know your ego does not like being questioned, so resist the urge to get confrontational. Remember, our level of maturity can be seen by how much it takes to get us upset.
4. She is a woman of God but still human. She needs your words of assurance to aid her self-esteem. Tell her she is beauty the way she is. Tell her you love her-always. Even though she may find it awkward to make the first move, she also has need for attentions so don’t play politics with her emotions.
5. She hates competition; don’t give her the impression that there’s someone out there she has to share your attention with.  She wants to be the centre of your attention and appear chic; that’s why she is crazy about fashion. But there is a trait she wants you to develop: enduring love. So be to her a better teacher, lover, father and more considerate, patient and faithful.
6. She respects intelligence so go the extra mile to develop yourself so she would be able to trust your sense of judgment and respect you. She also wants you to look attractive for her; neat haircut, trimmed nails, neat cloths, good oral hygiene and good physique. With your tight schedule; I know this may be a tough task but you are a man, you should be on top of your game!

I’d give you more but these are what you need for now. You will learn more as you progress into the union. Meanwhile, keep in touch with me in prayers and communion. It is through this that you will get the wisdom needed to rule your family without strife and confusion and you will be able to build a house where I am God like the Psalmist wrote in chapter 144: 12-15 “so that our sons may be like plants grown up in their youth; and our daughters may be like corner-stones, polished like a palace building; and our storehouses may be full, furnishing kind to kind; and our flocks may breed thousands and ten thousands outside”. Love her like Christ loves the church and she will be to you, the wise woman in Proverbs 31.

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A BACHELOR’S WISH......BY D'Ola

A BACHELOR’S WISH

My eyes look up to thee
The joy of marriage in me

I bid it come
though I am miles away

From that I pray to love
oh! That day of joy I still will crave

THEY MADE A MARK

On 9 August 1956, more than 50,000 women staged a march on the Union Buildings in Pretoria to protest against the proposed amendments to the Urban Areas Act (commonly known as the pass laws) of 1950. They left bundles of petitions containing more than 100 000 signatures at prime minister J.G. Strijdom's office doors. Outside they stood silently for 30 minutes, many with their children on their backs.

A FILE’S PLEA (Save Me)

I

Make me a file in your heart-disk

Save me

I’ve been on your RAM for too long

The last time you went down

I almost was lost forever

VICTORY LURKS

My heart bleeds
Not of blood
But for love

MUST YOU DEPART AT ALL?

If you must go, do so

but in the wee hours of the day

When eyes are weak to gaze

At the derision on your face   

DO NOT MISS ME

I am not lost

I am not gone

Do not miss me

I am here

LOVE ......by D'OLA

LOVE...(www.rainbow--musings.blogspot.com)

LOVE ......by D'OLA

Short of love

and rich in lust.

Floury thinking,

wasteful wishing.

Today's Treasures in Tiny Packages.

Hello, dears! How have things been? I know that I'm not always punctual as I should be and I reeeaaalllyyy apologize. It's other commitments vying for my attention.

I don't know about you. I don't know from which perspective you see things and situations but I like to look at them from every way; through different spyglasses.

So I was pondering today (as I seem to do all the time! :) )

AUGUST- WOMEN MONTH CELEBRATION IN SOUTH AFRICA

South Africa commemorates Women’s Month in August as a tribute to the more than 20 000 women who marched to the Union Buildings on 9 August 1956 in protest against the extension of Pass Laws to women. The Government of South Africa declared August women’s month and 9 August is celebrated annually as Women’s Day.

WORLD BREAST FEEDING WEEK

Breastfeeding Support: Close To Mothers


1-7 August are the designated days for this year's world breastfeeding week. it's an avenue to create more awareness on the importance of breastfeeding our children.

Deployment instructions to Mr. Man

Deployment instructions to Mr. Man

By Hannah Ojo

I am sending you to go and bring a woman who will open the doors of favour and opportunities onto you. She will also partner with you to achieve your goals.