Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.




There is nothing really that anyone can say about a first love but the ultimate fact that, “No one forgets a first love”. There is also no argument that can refute the fact that crazy things happen and that owes to the amount of innocence that characterized every decision and action taken.

There is also the realization that despite everything all, it was totally worth it and you could do it over again. The memories are ones to be embraced and their teachings are worth learning. It is a gift not many are blessed with.

For those who are lucky enough, they get to find this gift at the first try. They get to understand the standards by which a lady is supposed to think, understand, act, communicate, and also the principles by which she should be governed. And whatever these are, one gets to see which he can accommodate, tolerate or ignore. It all comes down to wanting her even more. It’s a longing for another which no explanation seem reasonable. The reality that it was true and you are sane because at a distance from one another, everything about you changes and suddenly becomes interesting. Everything is a possibility. To love another until communication can be established by mere thought and to become “a single soul inhibiting two bodies”.

But as with every irony of life, time and distance became the final dictate. Paths would be divided and methods towards life will differ but the final goals had already been set. The highest standards have been learned and the happiness had been shared. It is a blessing to cherish.

But as with actions and consequences, matters of the heart are things not to take lightly. Though in the end, a common ground was taken based on understanding, there will always be the pain of letting a loved one go with only a prayer and a hope.  A prayer for the best and a hope that the gift you had been given, falls into the right hand. For he who is lucky to win her heart has been blessed with strength beyond thought, understanding and imagination. She is a gift that is deserving of tender care, trust and affection.

Always and Forever.


We all go through this phase or point in life. “The wakeup call”. A Heartbreak. At this point, there is the sudden realization that everything doesn’t always go as planned. Things could go wrong without warning, excuse, or reasonable explanation.

Heartbreak is hard to fight and bear. It makes one ask questions about everything- details, moments, suspicions, denials, truth and life. It’s painful and weakening. It preys on us. But despite every doubt or pain it may cause, heartbreak has its lessons. It all depends on the choice you make between standing still or moving on.

Light is as she is. She glows, cast a shadow and radiate. In a dark tunnel, she inspires hope. When depressed, she offers relief. When stagnant, she nudges one forward. She is a beauty in her own way and by definition. You can see her experiences by how they have defined her as a person. She is bold, social and funny. A brightening day when needed.

Maganin Duhu


Here is a lady blessed with a gift- one I pray she recognizes and make the most of. She got the attention, won the care, and grasped the heart. Everything was hers but at a mention away and within strength. She needed only to say what and be patient.

I would be but a fool to say she wasn’t worth it. She totally was. The time, attraction, feelings and memories shared were undeniably glorious, and the moments blissful. She is a woman of beauty, intellect and charm. Everything about her is irresistible. The aura of calmness and the zeal of purpose she possesses can be confusing but they always served as a means of strength to push harder and carry on in whatever positive characteristic one possesses. She was elevation to the heart and strength to the soul.

Sad that such a story never played out as was originally planned and designed though. With plans, comes risks and for every risk, there lies danger and opportunity. In the end, all we can hope for is the best. We shall surely find what we seek when we look in the right place and know fully what we want and deserve.

Another memory and another chapter added to the journey of existence. One worth keeping.

E pluribus unum.


I look at her and see a strong woman- Independent, ambitious, courageous. She is full of life and possesses a warm heart. A fighter when the odds are slim. Controversial at times, misunderstood other times. She is a possessor of knowledge and power. She loves company yet cherish an “alone” time. She is an idealist, a humanist, a conformer when sacrifice is needed and most of all, a beautiful woman.

When in need, she can be asked for she offers truth. She knows who she is, where she is headed, what she wants and how best to get them. In her eyes, there is always a silver lining in every event, action and experience. She can relate with your experience and find a justification for an action taken if there is one, or offer truth as best seen.

She has her moments- distant, close by, halfway, confident, undecided, and reserved. These moments are always compensated for in one way or another. She leaves nothing unresolved and learns in an exceptional manner. In her way, she believes in the inherent good in everyone and looks for it on encounter. She also knows the bad that can be in anyone and thus exercise caution in her affairs.

Glorious moments, achievements and adventures await her. I pray she finds it. She is of immense worth, I pray she holds onto it and keep it on increase. She is the exception.

Mon Femme Fatale.

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