Archive for friendship

Heart of a lover

Posted in poems with tags , , , , , , on January 23, 2016 by Charles Bernard


Come home my handsome lord
The moon is out to seek lovers
Come! let’s delight in its light
Forget the warm bosom of virgins

Nectar is sweet only for a while
Honey soothes the body and mind
Leave the drunks at their table
Come feast on a royal table

Forget philosophers and their words
Would they ever understand Love?
Come and hear of your future glories
In my bosom your happiness lies

Even without riches of gold
Or the features of your body
I will be by you my love
Steady and strong

Smiling and telling you
Sweet life stories all barren years
Till the rain returns
To our heart’s delight

You are my moon and my bloom
My rain and my rainbow
My tears and my laughter
My strength and my love



Broken Spell

Posted in poems with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 18, 2016 by Charles Bernard

broken spell

Life is a miracle and love a myth
Finding the perfect one is the magic
Plenty perfect faces in the crowd
Coming and going in a frenzy
Once the spell is cast
The magic begins to take toll
You re-live in your head
Every little moment spent together
Even your dreams and thoughts
Becomes a theater for her show
Reality merges with illusions
Then slowly you are drown
Deep down the toxic ocean of love
At dawn, it is her voice you crave
At dusk, it is her arms and lips
Beneath the moonlight
Her eyes sparkle like no other
At the first hint of sunlight
Her thoughts sets the day off
Life is a miracle and love is magic
Endlessly you spun poems about her
Singing love songs with vivid images
You see beauty in everything
Even shadows take an abstract beauty
Such is the power of love’s spell
One morning you wake alone
A stale smell of sweat from the nightmare oozes
You start to remember it all
How it went down crumbling
The little fights and without warning
She had fled!

Posted in poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on January 16, 2016 by Charles Bernard


An Africa mother’s Advice


Where heads you my son?

Tonight witches shall gather

Soon the sun will go to bed

Ndubisi my son come home

Come lay in your mother’s arm

Let my love protect you

Till dawn in my warmth


Come my son

The moon is full tonight

Let me tell you stories

The morals you must hold

Close to your heart all your life

Let them guide your thoughts

Leading you through life’s path


My son

You’re a prince

Like an ant be wise

Let your judgment be sound

Let your heart be filled with mercy

Give alms to the poor

Give food to the hungry


My son

Fear the woman

Her love is sweet

Her heart is dark

Keep your strength

For the love you shall find

And you shall be fruitful


My son

I have watched you grow

Your temper is quick

I fear it would destroy you

Hold it in check

Say but a few words

Let them be your bonds



My son

Your are my strength

Do not forget me when am old

Remember the breast that fed you

And the back that carried you

Let my old bones cling unto you

Let my dry skin feel your warmth


My son, soon

I will be gone from here

Uphold your father’s name

Let not his legacies die

Do me proud in your deeds

From the spirit land I will smile

For even in death I will watch you


Mother, my first love

Posted in poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 11, 2016 by Charles Bernard


Mother has always been there

My first images of the world

Were her pair of beautiful eyes

It keenly watched me since

Never too rebuking nor approving

They just shone on like a beacon


Mother was the first concept of beauty

My mind recognized on earth

Her features soft and comforting

Hers; was the first voice that sang to me

The first smile that shone on me

The first fingers that trickled me


Mother taught me to speak kind words

Corrected me till I made perfect sounds

Never tiring of my meaningless babbles

Always ready to hear and smile

Many mornings she woke me before twilight

And read me bibles verses till twilight


Mother was my first instructor

She taught me to read time

The hours, minutes and seconds

When to eat, play and sleep

She taught me the changes of weather

The myths behind storms and rainbows


Mother guided me through my first steps

She held and steadied me

Till I was strong and firm

I watched her closely everyday

And imitated her facial expressions

Her smiles, laughter and rebuke


Mother prepared my first meals

And for many years too

So her dishes formed my taste buds

How I always hunger for those manna

Mother was my first everything

My friend, my confident and my lover



Those good old days

Posted in random with tags , , , , , on March 1, 2014 by Charles Bernard

Those good old days

Do you remember those days?
When our smiles was brightest
And we were at the brim of a new dawn
As though we will never grow old
You were the most beautiful girl for me
And I haven’t changed my view yet!

A beautiful memory is a mind’s perception
Whereas tears is meant to wash away
Tons of regrets that hunt the mind
Living in a present state of mind
Leaving the past where it belong
In the archives of time’s huge library

Thanks to you I finally start to live free
No longer have to think about you
All the time, imagining beautiful things
That would never come to pass
That I am all alone most nights
Doesn’t mean I am lonely without your calls

Everyday I see more reasons to remain alive
I meet people who are so kind to me
I began to wonder where they were before
It is funny because you use to be everything
My best friend, my worst critic and my lover
I didn’t even realize anyone else had the right to care

Hope you found the stars you chased after
And reached the gold you dug for
I pray you reach the zenith
Of all those beautiful dreams of yours
I also hope to see you someday across the street
But I don’t wish for that day to be soon

Those good old days are gone forever
And I have emerged better and stronger
No more wishes to re-live them again
Gone too is the disgusting vain pain
I am happily dancing to the sweet tunes
Of today’s song as my fate unfolds

Diary of an Urban man 6 “Clash of Interest”

Posted in diary, random with tags , , , , , , , on March 24, 2013 by Charles Bernard

The 193 hour (s) travel from Abuja to Mumbai really took a toll on my mother, even though she appeared strong I could see through her painful smiles. She was suffering I could sense it, what started as a mild waist pain is now threatening her life. When the doctors suggested she needed a Total hip replacement surgery and the doctor who specialized in that area was not going to be back till next week I could wait no longer. A little consultation linked me up to an organization that provided such treatment, Christie was in far away Rome I couldn’t wait for her, father was too old to travel. I arrived Mumbai with high hopes that mother will get better. Their was people sent by the hospital waiting at the airport to convey us to our destination. The scenes I saw in Bollywood movies was total different, it was a whole new India experience which sure do have it’s magic. But I was not interested in tourism I just wanted mother to get better as soon as possible.


Maybe it was just a hunch or I was truly missing my mother either way I decided to fly down to port Harcourt to visit her, she owned a big restaurant in the heart of the city, even though she was nearing sixty years she has refused to hand over the management of the place to someone else. What will I be doing when I wake in the morning? She would ask when ever the topic came up. It didn’t surprise her that I was pregnant, which totally surprised me cause I have been rearranging phrases to use in explaining my situation to her. Julie dear, Beckley is such a nice man and the sooner you two recognize your meant for each other the better it would be for your baby. Wait mama what are you talking about, I parted ways with him two months ago and nothing will change that! He was here two days ago and he explained everything to me, I believe he still loves you and he is looking for a way to get back into your life. What exactly did he tell you mama? Relax dear we are not in a quarrel, let’s welcome you first. What soup would you like for dinner egusi or isala? You know better mama! Later in the evening I could smell the aroma of isala soup coming from the kitchen. What could he have told my mum to convince her of a relationship that would never see the day’s light. He has some explanation to do and he should better be ready when I ask for them.


Hours later I was seated in our private hospital room waiting for mother to make it out of the surgical room, my mind was went off to Nigeria, the game was getting pretty intense since Julie started her games of invading my family, I had been on my toes trying to know what everybody knows. You could say curiosity made me visit her mum when I arrived port-Harcourt and wouldn’t be far from the truth but it was habitual for me to pay the woman who has always looked out for as a mother would when I was intimately involved with her daughter and has always said we were just meant for each other. I had expected a cold welcome from her but it turned out she didn’t even know of her daughter’s condition I was left with the option to paint her a perfect picture. We just had a minor fight mama and Julie won’t let me back into her house, she swore I won’t even get to hold our baby. A baby! My God, you two need to get engaged as soon as possible. I don’t want my daughter having kids out of wedlock. As for her not wanting you around anymore don’t worry I know her, am sure it is a minor upset and she would come around. When I told her I was on my way to visit my mother at Enugu but flew to see her first before linking up. I knew I won a huge favor to my side. Julie will have a hand full when her mother talks us getting married.


Beckley will have to pay your bride price. What!! Mama what are you talking about? Julie dear no matter what he did to you was in the past, you have got to look at your future and that of your baby too. Mama clearly I have and it doesn’t include a man who will rather have me abort my baby so that he could marry the woman his heart desires. Calm down, he made a terrible mistake and am sure he regrets every bit of it, you were courageous to stand your ground and I think he appreciates you more now, why not give him a chance to prove it. Mama his playing games, I can sense it. So he pays my bride price the baby becomes his and he can call off the wedding at wish. Mama when he is ready to walk down the aisle he knows where to find me and what to do. No child of mine is having a baby outside wedlock you should get that into your head.


Mama first phase of operation was successful, it cheered my mood greatly, I could see that the pain was fleeing her body the worrying wrinkles on her forehead had disappeared so did her heavy eyes which was now bright with hope. Nna thank you so much, the doctors were so kind but there is a little thing we have to talk about now that we are alone and I have your ears. Mama am all ears, I want you to marry Juliet, she has a kind heart. When she use to visit me with Christie I had a chance to study her she is truly a worthy wife for you. Mama Juliet and I no longer share same interest. You people should stop speaking about her like she is some angel from above. She has her weaknesses and faults, but she is carrying your baby, my grandchild! I would love to hold that baby when he or she arrives into this world, I want to dance with joy. If this is the last wish you grant for me on earth please do it. Mama wait before you place me under your oaths, read between the lines, she is just trying to hook me with the pregnancy. Then get hooked my son. Mama was not one to change her views easily and this was an ultimatum I needed a way to escape.


I have heard about the constant irritation pregnant women undergo but this was the height of experience, pawwww! The slap landed on my chubby face I could see sparkling stars before me for a few seconds, what the hell do you take me for beckley? Some cheap girl you just play the way you want, that little drama you played with my mother should never ever repeat it self, the look in her eyes was that of pure rage, it was as if their was a reflection of flames in them. I knew I had to take my leave knowing fully well I will be back.

Diary of an urban man 4

Posted in diary, random, short stories with tags , , , , , on March 9, 2013 by Charles Bernard

Diary of an urban man 4

From within me this flower will sprout out to conquer the world with it’s charm and wit. Mummy loves you no matter what daddy may think, it doesn’t matter your mine and I have every reason to watch you blossom and not terminate you before you even had a chance to witness spring.
With your peers you shall bloom when the season arrives and itch your name in gold, I will always hover over you watching you right from the moment you take toddler steps to the moment of giant strides. I will dim my light so that you may shine fort, my jewel and fortune, a treasure from God and the fruit of my womb I love you.
Julie scribbled down these words with tears running down her cheeks, this wasn’t part of her plan, and even though she adored kids she wanted to raise them in the same loving environment of a father and a mother like the kind she grew up from.
The idea of a single parent never crossed her mind but it was now a reality she had to accept. Beckly made it clear he wasn’t going to be responsible for any child that devil how he can suggest abortion! Even though it seems the easiest way out as she would get to continue her acting career but what fortune would she seek that would be greater than a child, she was an African and abortion is not her tradition.
She had called her manager and cancelled all appointments, proceeding on an indefinite leave till she was strong enough to foray back into the world of showbiz. Her manager who also doubles as one of her best friends had rushed to her mansion to enquire why the hesitate decision.
Julie told him everything, he was deeply touched and promised to lender her total support in any way he can. Renewed strength filled her at his words of encouragement and support. When he left Julie stood at the balcony and watched the world that spread out before her, her face would soon be gone from the billboards, headlines, TV adverts, A list parties, comedy shows est.
It didn’t matter she told her self what is in her is greater than what is out there. With that thought she smiled at the parting sun that was making his way behind fluffy clouds.
Beckly sat alone in his office his long legs spread on the table as he leaned back on his leather chair, his mind going back and fort in time, he was going to be a father whether he liked it or not.
The fact that julie had decided to keep the pregnancy was disturbing enough, he knew he was such a fool for letting her stomp out in fury when he suggested abortion but he was helpless.
Not one to dwell for so long on regret he decided to call Ngozi and negotiate their broken relationship back into place, the pregnancy is not his problem but julie’s, after all she was wealthy enough to take care of a baby.
An hour later he was sitting across a smiling Ngozi whose choice of a short red gown and little make up made her look so simple and beautiful. This was the lady Beckly told him self as she blushed at one of his jokes. The dinner was excellent it set the mood for an exciting evening together.
On their way home he suggested they bought a bottle of wine to celebrate their moment together that was the beginning of a day gone totally wrong. Please drop me off at my house before proceeding to that wine shop of yours Ngozi said, come on babe I said it is for both of us! Our favorite that’s what am buying, you asked me to have dinner with you and that ended five minutes ago now I would like to go home please. There was no anger in her voice just a plain sincere request followed by a smile. It irritated Beckly more than it hurt him, why the rush to go home dear, It’s a colleague’s birthday party and I can’t miss it, and your going alone without me? Yes and why should I go with you? I don’t want to be involved in any gossip please! What ever happened between us ended the day your ex got pregnant for you.
What!! So this is about julie eh? Babe let’s iron this once and for all; there is nothing to talk about beckly I can’t just play second fiddle to another woman.
Hours later Beckly was alone on his balcony sipping directly from the bottle his favorite jack daniels, how did Julie acquire so much power over his relationship with other people, at one point he was blaming Ngozi for lack of understanding at another he was seeing reasons with her.
The night would soon pass he reminded himself and tomorrow might be better.

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