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THAT WHICH IS OKAY AND THAT WHICH IS NOT-CHIKWADO THE BLIND POET

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Breaking up is okay .
Starting over is okay.
Moving on is okay.
Saying no is okay.
Being alone is oka.

What is NOT okay is staying somewhere that you aren’t happy, valued or appreciated, THAT is not okay.
Don’t be consumed by what went wrong or what didn’t work out, but always forgive yourself so you can heal.

Instead of avoiding your pain, work through it {you will conquer it}
Instead of withholding your tears, let them flow.
Instead of closing your heart, open it. {And you will be free}
Instead of expressing hate, show love. {It will make you outstanding}
Instead of judging another, appreciate them. {It makes you strong}
Instead of fearing the unknown, move into it. {You will find a way to conquer it}

There’s no shame to be hurt. {we all get hurt}
There’s no shame in struggling. {It makes you to achieve}
There’s no shame in getting help. {We all need help}

Depression is real and kills faster than HIV, seek professional consultation or find someone who can give you a shoulder to lean on.
Don’t die in silence and don’t let someone who doesn’t know your worth break you down and make you feel you’re not worthy or sweet…
Cheer up and have a nice day

Chikwado
The blind poet

OTHERS BY Chikwado: SOUTH AFRICA A BIG DISAPPOINTMENT TO AFRICA

NEW MONTH WISH TO A SPECIAL WOMAN – YOUR SPECIAL WOMAN

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WORDS FROM A BROKEN HEART ~ THE PAINS OF LOVE

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It hurts like hell to leave your hand,
The fluke I had been to meet your kind;
But what do I do than to let it slide,
What do I do than to break the ties,
The best of time I spent with you,
You made me feel the hell was cool,
Now the world seems hopeless like I’m hung on a hook,
But I will rather wave goodbye than to again kiss your foot,
I saw your radiant smile even though I’m blind[?]

You tickled my entirety and assured me all was fine,
Cause the green light you shone was just too bright,
Cause the intensity of your laugh was just too high,
I shouldn’t have mistaken all those for a shining star,
I shouldn’t have likened your signs to a waving flag,
I never knew that was your own way of saying sorry.

It is only fair that you tell me I shouldn’t worry,
You punctured my heart with words and now I’m counting hollows,
I feel thick tears in my eyes anytime my heart beckons your hellos,
For there will be no more miracle in my wildest world,
There will be no more oracle calling from my vocal cords.

I wish I could hate you but so bad I lack the strength,
If my love for you is to be measured,
A tape wouldn’t reach the length,
So how do I calm these buzzing feelings in my soul,
How do I rearrange this shattered heart to a whole.

I hope you visit me in heaven like you always say,
Maybe we can rekindle our bond up there once the earth turns grey.

Meanwhile, don’t stop breaking the men’s hearts since that’s your teenage mission,
But you should have seen the purity of my love assuming you’ve got vision.

Chikwado,
The Blind Poet,

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NEW MONTH WISH TO A SPECIAL WOMAN – YOUR SPECIAL WOMAN

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Dear heart, what else should I wish you that you do not have?
You virtually have everything including the priceless

Dear queen, you came at a point when pains, sorrows, ill-health are tormenting and posing threat to my life,
Though, despite every odds, yet you stood by, and called me your “king”

Dear empress, each day I imagine how specious is your empire that you intends to accommodate me making me the emperor
I get thrilled, tossing, wagging my beards in euphoria

Dear princess, friends told me about your bright color, some said your skin shines like stars in the sky,
Some said you are the light that brightens thy King’s path
Making thy eyes mine, that I may see better even as a blind in the dark

Ah! Dear angel, tears streams down my cheeks the day you whispered, telling me you gonna be the sight to my eyes

Dear goddess, it’s a new month! So
My heart is a gift to you, please take it, it’s genuine,
I offer my body to you, accept it, play with it, caress with thy innocent touch, then wait another moment
For a kind return on you, trust me, you gonna like it!

But who is this woman? O! I know her
And she knows me!
But if you think you are the luckiest girl of my life and she is not
Oya, signify by raising your hands here whilst the world passes her judgement on you

Chikwado
The blind poet
To his special woman

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