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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!

Diary of an urban man 9 “A new beginning”

Posted in random, short stories with tags , , , , , , , , on May 6, 2013 by Charles Bernard

I sat with the two men that has been my friends these past months, it was a relationship that began at the table and ended at the table, there was no other connection between us other than booze. It was at this table that I found freedom most times, the intoxication of alcohol temporary took away the sorrow that returned soon enough.

Silence him forever, problem solved! Mark injected to cutoff a dialogue on what was the best way to get my son back, silence who? I asked, the supposed husband of julie. I have since understood Mark to be a practical fellow but murder was way out of line even though it seemed a practical solution. Try and talk to Julie first Fred suggested, Fred was a diplomatic fellow and his suggestion seemed more logical, I’d go with Fred I said finally, dead end Mark insisted, believe me man nothing would come out of it and this is sober me talking, even though we were all very drunk I knew nothing would come out of it but it was better than murder. I decided I’d to give it a shot, we drank till mid night like we did most nights, Mark was always the one to fall asleep at the back seat, Fred often sang along with Fela from the stereo as I drove each man to his door step. We all had time to squander, Mark’s two daughters had gotten married and his only son was a young lawyer practicing abroad, he was successful in every aspect of life he had ventured, he lived in a duplex with his wife who was a constant pain in his ass. Fred was a doctor in political science whose university was always on strike for most part of the year, we often tease him of collecting money he didn’t work for, and he yells back he didn’t stay up all night for years reading for nothing.


Age had taken it’s toll on Julie but her beauty was still very evident, winkles had start to appear around her eyes but her body stood firm with her ebony skin still shining like it did years back. Her eager eyes had not deemed either. I stood by her office door admiring the woman for a short while, Beckley! What a surprise! What brings you here? Look Julie I must apologize for how things turned out after your mother’s death, you left and I was too angry to go after you. I am glad things turned out this way, I wanted this life. We could have built it together the life you wanted, problem was that I was ready but you weren’t. I was going to marry you,no you were not sure it was the right thing to do, that was 25 years ago and nothing can change that now. I heard about your family am so sorry, please accept my deepest sympathy. You couldn’t call me Julie; it would not have changed anything. But I’d know you cared either way, Beckley to be very frank with you I did care but that is on a social level nothing personnel, do you detest me that much? No I don’t boo; you just don’t exist for me anymore. I am here to change that Julie, change what? Everything, the way you feel about me, how do you intend to do that? I love you and would want you to be my wife! I’d like to cater for both my wife and son, hahahahahaha, I didn’t intended to mock you but you sound so funny. How can you ask a 52 year old woman for her hand in marriage, that is love Julie. No dear that is insanity! Besides I have a family, a husband and son!Point of correction my son, and you’re not even married to that man, I don’t need a certificate and a ring around my finger to prove it. But you might have to need those in court. Beckley if you’re threatening me I’d ask you to leave immediately, no julie am just telling you it is not legal, legal or not am totally comfortable with him. If you are, I am not, I want my son julie. Your son? I am short of words that the only ones I have left is please leave my office and never you come back, one more thing, leave my family alone. A son would always return to his biological father believe me.


It was a dark night, the moon refused to visit earth and it seem the stars was in agreement too, the only source of illumination was the chandelier that hung above the balcony, I sat with Jide who was so lost to some deep thoughts, I was worried I had to ask,

Dear what is wrong? You don’t seem you’re self tonight. I’d rather not talk about it; I think I can deal with it myself. So when did we start dealing with things alone? I thought we are a family and families solve their problems together that’s what makes them thick. Darling I understand perfectly where you’re headed, but I don’t want to bother you with this even though it concerns you, am sure I can handle it. But you have to let me know first if you trust I can, as your wife I have every right to know what is eating my hubby away. Nothing is eating your hubby away, he is right here with you. Okay drop it already dear, I hate to see you worry, tell me what is wrong.Mr. Beckley paid me a visit today and was threatening fire and brimstone. What is that suppose to mean? What is his problem with you dear? He wants his son back and he is desperate too. So what? If he wants a son he should go father one and leave ours alone. Desperate men are dangerous dear; I can’t just watch him flex his muscle people might get hurt. So what are we going to do? Don’t worry love I will take care of him! How? I haven’t made up my mind yet but will soon do. Please dear I don’t want any publicity on this matter, it will hurt my son. Our son dear, I care about his feelings too but he too will have to make a choice someday. I had made that choice for us 25 years ago and nothing will change that. He has come of age dear and will have to carve out his own path.


If I was troubled by Beckley’s visit, it matters not now. How to shield Jide away from the whole drama was now my headache if Beckley was desperate then Jide was more than desperate. A clash was inevitable between them; I didn’t want my son becoming a trophy sort of, a thing to be fought for.I knew Jide’s business had ties with drug dealers, he has never discussed the details with me but I had seen documents detailing such, I also know he wasn’t directly involved. But drug meant guns; guns meant handlers, then killers. It all looked like a scandal waiting to happen. I must warn Beckley to stay off one more time. It was-already 2 am with Jide gone to bed I was alone on the balcony dialing Beckley’s number. Julie!His voice was very much sober, what a pleasant surprise. Don’t take this the wrong way but I want you to leave my family alone! This is the second time you’re telling me that, I get it boo, I get the message. No you didn’t cause if you did you wouldn’t have paid my husband a visit after you left my office. Point of correction he is not your husband expect if you have some papers to prove it, secondly I only asked for what is mine. Alex is not yours! Stop pushing it,well my blood runs in his veins, so does mine! Just stop what you’re doing it could get messy on both ends. Alex is such a nice name Julie, I love it. Just stop pushing it, it was over between us I hope it stays that way and I ended the call.


Julie’s threat meant nothing; her words merely urged me on!I was getting on their nerves I knew it but if it was the only way to gain access to my son I had no regrets. Jide was a cheat, an opportunist who had one tabled before him. How can you move in with a woman and not marry her? 25 years wasn’t 25 days he was a con master who had perfected his act, he stole what was mine 25 years ago because I didn’t fight enough but he won’t do it again. Am sure they had hidden my identity from my son, I must get to meet him, I had to explain how I failed him, how his mothers infidelity cost us a perfect family,how my ego stood in the way, how pride robbed us both and how we could not achieve an understanding. I must see Julie again tomorrow morning.


I should have drove myself to work this morning instead of allowing jide to drop me, after last night’s saga I couldn’t sleep well and was too weak for anything when the day broke, I wanted to stay home all day but Jide suggested I go to the office, it would help you think less of the situation darling, I would drop you dear. Beckley was seated in the receptionist when we walked in, there was a moment of awkward silence as jide shot him a bloody eyes and he returned the favor! What the hell are you doing in my wife’s office? Wife? Are you serious Mr. Jide? It was a sarcastic question, I warned you Beckley stay clear my family, leave us alone. Wait darling you have actually been talking to this fraud all along? I would explain later dear, please Beckley you need to leave. Julie i am not leaving till I get the information I need and that includes with this impostor gone. Don’t dare insult my husband! Did he actually put a ring around your 4th finger? Walk beckley.Mr. Beckley you just bite more than you can chew just be prepared to lose your teeth. Is that a threat? No it is a promise! Jide turned and left, left me standing confused. I knew he was angry with me too, angry I had not let him know I was talking to Beckley,I knew he felt betrayed. I walked past Beckley into my office, sank into my chairs, when I looked up Beckley was sitting opposite me. Why do you want to ruin my life, why are you struggling to destroy everything that took me25 years to build? I don’t get you Beckley,really I don’t. You are asking for an impossible thing and you know it, why are you fighting a lost war just to destroy other people’s happiness? I am sorry Julie! Tears filled his eyes; if you were in my shoes would you let another man have your son? Even if it is a lost war at least my son will know who his father is! That he came from a noble lineage not that of a drug baron, I loved you julie and believe me I still do, I have not gone to court to pursue the case cause I respect your privacy. I will let you see your son when he is back which is soon, I will let him know his father but my family stays intact. If you truly love me then you must respect this agreement. Alright Julie even though it wasn’t what I hoped for when I woke up this morning,


I left Julie’s office feeling happy, even if I don’t get my son back, it meant something that I would finally get to meet him, it was a positive outcome, one that would gladden Christine’s heart too, she has been dying to meet him too. I went to my hotel room feeling so happy, I ordered a bottle of jack daniels on my way up, Port harcourt had the finest of weather, I would visit the pool later in the evening to have my share of its women. I dropped the drink on the little center table and went in to have a light shower. Clad in my white towel around my waist as I came out, two men dressed in black where seated, one on the bed edge, the other on the arm chair enjoying my booze, one was flipping through my diary, well Mr. Beckley I’d give you a chance to complete this before we deliver our message. They kept drinking while I was filling these lines.


Jide wasn’t just any man, he have his ways of doing things which surprises me sometimes and most times endear me to him. I was expecting an evening filled with questions and arguments, I was already seeing tempers raised and nerves frayed. There was the usual silence about the house when I walked in, Jide was his calm loving self, welcoming me, asking after my affairs and we had a little chat before I went to the bedroom to undress, I wanted to bring up the morning affair and clear the air about Beckley but decided against it. When Jide was ready to discuss him I will be ready too that was my resolution.


I nearly fainted when I saw the tiny headline under the celebrity column of a newspaper publication; I had gone to make my hair and decided to kill time as I waited my turn. The manager of Beckley collections is dead, “murdered in cold blood by unknown gun in his hotel room, I couldn’t finish the rest of the story, I couldn’t believe Beckley was dead. I knew at once it was Jide’s handwork, I knew he would also deny any involvement, I knew I wasn’t going to ask him either. One thing was certain I wasn’t going live with a murderer and my son isn’t going to bear a murder’s name. My world was going to change forever, the only man I trusted had severed every love Ihad for him, and it was going to be me and my Alex now trying to conquer the world by us. It was always us right from the beginning, Beckley destroyed the girl in me and Jide battered the woman I had become. I thought of Christine how devastated she would be, I was going to lagos to see her.


Vanity upon vanity all was vanity, It was 4 weeks since Beckley died, I stood and watched the man that once meant the world to me lowered into the ground, behind the dark shades, my eyes were watery and the tears soon caressed my cheeks, Alex stood by me, I had told him everything, he couldn’t understand why some things did happen but am sure time would reveal more, he is my son and would bear my name. As requested half of Beckley’s wealth went to the orphanage and the rest mostly landed properties went to the family. Jide made severally attempts to meet me but I avoided him completely, I had made plans to liquidate my assets and in a week time I should be on my way to London with my son. It was time for a new beginning.

Special thanks to all of you my friends who kept urging me to write more and bring this story to conclusion personally I didn’t think it evolve to this extent, I am most grateful for your times, criticism and encouragement. I hope someday to live up to your challenges and give you guys that much anticipated novel. Much love to everyone of you

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 5 ”building from the scratch”

Posted in diary, random, short stories with tags , , , , , , , , on March 20, 2013 by Charles Bernard

Diary of an Urban man 5 ''building from the scratch''

Father was an old professor in psychology with an extensive understanding of the change in social behavior at the turn of the century, his book on modern social psychology was a best seller upon these he held fast to the orthodox ways of doing things. He wasn’t one with disregard for tradition but he was always. quick to remind people that the future is already here and was taking foothold. His understanding of the world brought him very close to three of his children, so close we could tell him almost everything. Since retiring to his country home he rarely traveled so receiving his call and that he was in Lagos, on his way to my house sent cold chills down my spine. Something was wrong and whatever it was very serious even though papa sounded casual on the phone. I made it right home before the gate bell rang lo and behold papa was standing before me wearing his usual Ankara print with a red cap to match. Papa what are you doing in Lagos? Won’t you offer the old man water first. The relaxed look on his face confused me the more. I would like to rest Emeka we have a long night ahead of us. I ushered him to the guest room, Moments later I heard the shower sound. What is papa doing in Lagos and what was so important it had to wait till moonlight.


Depression can break through any emotional guard, I disappeared from my circle of friends to have a moment away from the cameras. Once I was away from A list parties and social gatherings my relationship with people dwindled, most friendship dried up too, I found my self constantly alone with nothing to do but wander about the big house. I wanted to call mum and tell her all I was going through but I wasn’t prepared for her lengthy lessons on how to live my life. Jide came around quite a few time but I told him to stop even though I felt bad I knew I didn’t have any serious feelings for him, he was a fling and am about to evaluate my life so as to bring my child into a comfortable world. Ours alone. There were lots of people showbiz shielded me from and one of them was Christine, my college bosom friend and beckly’s younger sister. She was studying far away in Rome, she was going to soon become a nun of the catholic church. We never lost touch we just stopped talking, either I got too busy for her or she was no longer in the social circle I roll with either way she was one true friend I drifted away from. She knew of my relationship with her brother and had been a mediator at the on set but time changed everything. I was having one of those nights you thought was never going to end with you mind drifting to a million things at same time, I decided to call Christine. Juliet! Her melodious voice sounding surprised over the receiver, to what do I owe this great honor. Hey Christi can’t I just call my bestie to make sure she is fine! Sure my dear but you know I hear and see more of you on screen than in person. Her accusation was sadly true and I was left feeling guilty, Christi am sorry, I wish I could make it up for all the lost time, oh dear it’s fine we can’t make up for all the lost time but we can set the tune for the future. Me and Christi chatted for about an hour, it’s was pure relieve to find that one true friend from your past who never really left, she told me many news she read about me, how I have been in her prayers. I want to see her now, to spend sometime and when she told me she was going to be free for a week I cashed in, we agreed to spend her holiday together. One week with Christi was just pure bliss, at last I found someone to pour my heart out to and I did to a surprised Christi, who was more bewildered I was carrying her niece in my tummy!


My son we don’t throw away babies nor let our blood wander far away. We are a family coherently existing under the banner of love and every child in whose vein our blood flows should be brought under this very banner. Father took me by surprise, the stillness of the night rather took a pause as his calm voice kept filtering into my soul. There was always magic in his words and tonight he cast the spell perfectly. How did he know about Julie? I know your wondering how I knew about Juliet son but is that very necessary? Finally I have a grandchild and you wanted to flush it down a doctor’s sink! I should commend that woman and ask you make her a wife. Now that was it, I was no longer ready to be hoodwinked by Julies’ exploitation of my parents needs into marriage with her, Dad I can’t marry her. If you loved her so much to bury your seed in her womb why can’t you marry her, I know you two were together for a long time your mother and I has always wished you guys tie the nuptial knot. Son she is a beautiful woman! And wayward too Dad, Julie cheated on me. I understand how bizarre I must sound but believe me it must you who gave her a reason to. Women needs constant attention and affection lacking in one of these areas gives the modern woman a chance to look elsewhere even if it is for a moment. You can’t tell me you have been totally faithful to her, for a great future you have to let go of the past. Rare her into the woman you want her to become, that girl loves you and I tell you that’s something you will never find else where. Dad why are you so interested in Julie? I need a grandson and she is carrying one, you need a wife and she is the perfect woman. Think about it son. Good night.


Since after holidaying with Christine life tend to have become so simple and easy, we talk every morning when I wake and right before I sleep at night, sometimes randomly during the daytime. It was almost like she was right beside me every moment. She raised my hopes everyday, I told her everything that happens to me everyday and we talked through our problems. Do you still love Beckly she asked me one day, I mean after all he did to you? I certainly don’t hate him but he hurt my own very soul. If he happens to walk right through your door and beg at your feet would you accept him back, certainly the Beckly I know would never do that at least not at my feet. The fondness he had of me died long ago, what happened I knew he loved you so much. I slipped and cheated on him, it broke everything we shared. Julie nothing can’t be repaired I guess he is just being a man remember love don’t die, it only take a recess. Don’t cover up for him please, my love for him is dead too, I have moved on and nothing could bring me back.


Standing by the office window and looking down to the ever busy street of lagos, people moving in opposite directions, it was almost as if no one is aware of the others existence. The bus conductor arguing with a passenger was not concerned by the groundnut hawker by the glass pane trying to sell her goods to other passengers, the young man at the glass pane didn’t hear her as he had a Dre beat earpiece on and was chatting with his friend on blackberry probably the friend is far away in another continent. There was a mad man pushing his away through the crowd on his way to nowhere, he steps on a deaf crippled beggar who was furious as he frantically made waved his hands in the air to show his anger but no one understood his pain. Then there was a little boy picking a gentle man’s wallet from his pocket as he bent to drop a note in the beggars plate, a policeman was just down the street devouring a loaf of bread and a groundnut with a bottle of coke, his gun resting by his side. The sound of my ring tone brought me back to my office just beside my window, it was Christine! Hello cherry, how is the pope. At the end of the 20 minutes call a lot of questions had been answered but new questions were raised. So Julie told her everything, I thought their friendship was dead ages ago, why now? Julie is playing a game and she just rolled the dice. I just hope she is prepared to play it to the end.

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.

Let’s create a memory

Posted in poems with tags , , , on February 26, 2013 by Charles Bernard

Let's create a memory

My mind is a sandy beach
Come take an endless stroll
Embed a beautiful memory of us
Beneath each footprint you leave behind

As the waves wash the shores
Let it unearth sparkling diamonds
Let our time together be priceless
Every memory of us a sparkling treasure

Your so beautiful this woman
It so hard to look further or backwards
When my eyes behold your face
I see nature floating in your eyes

The sun fading gently away
Illuminating the world it leaves behind
With soft delicate rays of hope
Radiating steadily from your eyes

I wish I could reach out and touch them
But I fear they would burst
The way your smile strain them is so delicate
The aura reaching the very depth of my soul

Together we make this magic happen
We spin an unending web of love
A myth that would last forever
A promise neither time and space can break.

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