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THE CART OF THE EARTH.

Tough not moved by the toils. Her strength, like that of a lioness. The earth flourish, When she nourished. Super human not defined by their looks, The Lords Strength embedded in them. The progression of mankind, Only possible with this kind. Smitten by the sun, Drained by the rain, Her durability unwavering.  Stone cast on her feets  She walked with them beneath her feets.  Her eyes look weak  But sharp like the falcon's beak Sound mind, blend with compassion  To survive is her mission. Her bossom, solace of hope Like a Eagle's wing spread without a scope. She's a champion  The brain of success behind the mansion. Point to a home  And you point to her The second pillar  Whose back  The home rest. She's a woman πŸ‘©  __________________ Happy international women's day to all the responsible women out there. I join the rest of the world to celebrate the women for their roles in shaping our today's society.  ❤πŸ§‘πŸ’›πŸ€ŽπŸ–€πŸ’™πŸ’œ   ~ Patrick Ekong ©️
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WHO CARES WHAT THEY SAY?

The story Walking down the street of Allen Avenue that cold evening, the rain was dripping. One could see reflections of lights from moving vehicles on the stable water on the tarred road. Everywhere was frigid . The time was about some minutes pass six in the evening. As I walked down the street, soaked by the heavy downpour that evening, it seems all  eyes stared just at me.  By the end of the street, taking a U-turn, one could see a three story building facing Saint Patrick Catholic Cathedral, the church I visited for confession whenever I couldn't make peace with myself. The building with the inscription " EMMANUEL'S COURT", was where I lived with Ron for two years since we got married.  Allen Avenue was like a semi business hub in the suburb of the city. One could see small businesses here and there.  I have  always lead a private life even when growing up. When I got married to Ron, I asked that we moved to the suburb of the city, away from busy life of the town

MARRIAGE: The Ready And The Right

The story.. Anne sat absentmindedly as Den drove through the ever busy Aka-Etinan road.  She wasn't herself that morning. Many things has happened recently which has left her with so many unanswered questions as far as her relationship was concerned.  Worst was that she didn't tend to understand the mystery surrounding her man's struggles with life despite being such a promising guy.  From all indication, it was obvious Den was serious with her, at least judging by how she felt completely safe in the relationship, and as such she didn't need anyone to tell her that he was actually the right person for her. As she stepped out of the car, she forgot to bade him goodbye due to countless thoughts that wrestle in her mind that morning.  Approaching her office, she noticed that her secretary wasn't on her sit. She felt maybe she was to report late to work that morning perhaps due to circumstances beyond her control.  As she took a step forward to open the door to her offi

STRANGE.

  Strange things Voice of the deads Echoes in my head  Strange place Graveyard looming  Hallows like the hoots of the owls  Strange things  Dark path, emptying at the great beyond. Cries of thousand souls beset with pains Strange feels Wind eoleon, humming  Thru the tombstone  Strange feels  Stretched below feets  Ep​i​taph, the only message  Strange things  Humans you called friends Stab with so much strength  Strange things  Life sucks πŸ˜ͺ  toil and moil our daily dose   Strange things  Bonds are broken with acts Love are demean with words  Strange things  Not the enemy you frowned But the friends you dine  Strange things  The earth is topsy-turvy Mortals living in agony.  Strange things Love sapping me off my strength, Hate engulfing the soul of my  heart  Strange things Words offered in anger, birth of a pregnant heart. lips that smile, same that destroys Strange things  The Eyes can not bite But the heart with no eyes can surely hurt Strange feels  To love  Even in hurt  ~ Patrick

THE CROWN πŸ‘‘ 

I am fit to wear this cap.  I will take it with guts Without fear of hurt I am fit to wear the crown πŸ‘‘  Crown of champion πŸ†  That of the throne 😍  I am fit to dress like a King A might in my kingdom  I am not afraid  Never frit  I am not done yet Not until I hit the head Target of sweat  But the reward is sweet  ~ Patrick Ekong ©️

 TO A SOUL. 

Sojourner, walking the earth. flip-flop, the staggering steps of a tired soul  Oil lamplll, burning  To keep the soul warm while alive.  The lonely path of earth  Befogged by dews of our toils. Owls of torture 😫  Hooting out misery  A path dreaded in thorns and shrubs A weaker soul sucked off it life. Every step lifted with sweat  Each success abysmal it weight  The anecdotes of this tale  Withered to be a tale.  While the oil lamp burn, Travel thy path  Without hurting a heart.  Remember, life ooze against time  With none ever beating the time.  As you wrestle thru the gloomy path Light the route of a soul sojourning  It may be the last act of kindness  Left of you as you sojourn. Lift a soul Hug a soul Without harming a soul ~ Patrick Ekong ©️ www.writuer.blogspot.com

JOURNEY OF NO RETURN.

  The story. The atmosphere was heavy, that of apprehension and uncertainty as Iquo stared the open space leading into the compound.  It was around 10:33pm that evening. A time in Ikot Ekim community that every household has put off their lamps and retired to bed.  The nocturnal sound of night creatures made the night even more looming and intense.  Nsek has never stayed out so late no matter how fierce any argument with his wife was. In their 24 years of marriage, no matter the nature of the fights Iquo have had with her husband he will always come back home to rest in his hut.  As time ticks away, she stared at the open compound, struggling to fend off the call of nature with the hope her husband will appear at the far end of the compound.  Using her hand to support her chin, she wondered how things can change so fast. Her husband Nsek was no longer the man she married. He picked fights at every little argument and will end the night with curses, accusing Iquo of turning his only son