Wandering Thoughts

Because sometimes hiding behind a pen and paper is the only way we can express our true thoughts and feelings


April 2014

A Bleeding Heart

Hi everyone.. uhmm, I missed a week, I must apologize for that! anyways, today I’m posting about something related to the present situation in my country Nigeria. I’m posting with a heavy heart, and tears in my eyes, but I’m hoping this speaks to someone asides from me. If you have a sensitive mind, please I’d advice you stay away, there’s nothing bad about it, its just not very pleasant! Enjoy

At every turn all i see is bloodshed
Every post, every status, speaks of loved ones  lost
Or is a prayer for hope, for peace
How long will this man slaughter continue?
How long will innocent blood be shed?
All in the name of religion?
The blood of the innocent cry out for retribution
Wife’s are left as widows, children without parents, parents without their children
All because you decide that your religion is better than another?
Or your beliefs are superior to others?
Or your way is the way that takes things forward?
How can progress be achieved if everyday a life is lost?
What good comes from all the chaos you have brought?
What good comes from a bomb gone off
Ending lives in the blink of an eye?
Leaving many hurt, alone, forever scarred?
Do you not get tired of it all?
Why not speak your terms and let a bargain be met?
Rather you kill the innocent and hide behind the wall of a religion?
The brutality of it all shakes me to the core
Burning a living human being, like we Are in the days  of Saul
Raping girls without a thought
Do you not have a mother? A sister or a daughter?
Would you wish such brutality on them?
This is more than just a religious war
It is the degradation of human life
To nothing more than dust
With sorrow and pain I sit in shame,with tears running down my face and a bleeding heart
Little children scared for life, watching cannibalism and brutality of the highest order
Watching another human being butchered all in the name of religion
What sort of religion encourages this?
What sane human beings sits down to plan this?
This is more than a religious war, because I’m yet to see a religion that encourages this level of inhumanity
This is the results of greed, corruption and a lack or appreciation for human life
I pray to God for peace in my country cause this has gone on for too long.



My Little Secret… ;)


I have a little secret, I think I’m willing to share,

Its something that has worked over the past few years                   

Keep tuned to this blog, and maybe someday,

This secret of mine will be out in the air!

lol, free-styling at its peak! 🙂

Hi everyone! Shazzy B here 🙂 I’m sure you’re a little curious about this secret of mine! (that was the whole point actually!) well, the thing is, First of all, it’s more of little tips (which I like to think are exclusively mine!) lol and secondly, I have a lot of secrets (just like everyone else) that have helped me cope and survive over the past couple of months and years, and I’m more than willing to share them, if anyone is interested! lol there is a condition tho! You have to ask me a question/comment on this post… Why? because I need a starting point! lol, I cant randomly pour out helpful secrets and tips that nobody needs or wants to know about! 🙂  Soo, if any one is interested, let me know? Okay, so this post sounds a tiny bit weird, to me I hope it makes sense to you whoever happens to be reading this  but anyways, let me drop of a little something I wrote in a moment of boredom and contemplation.. enjoy 🙂

I lie..
Everyday I lie,
To everyone, including myself.
I know not who I am, nor what my life has become.
So I lie,
I say I am this… But I don’t even know if that exists.
I say I do this.. But that’s just cause you do too.
My negativity is becoming the essence of my being,
My lies, covering up the real me.
I’m lost in the sea, of what everyone wants
I have forgotten about the real me
I don’t know who that person is, and I probably never knew her to begin with.
The real me is in my mind, like a work a fiction
I tell everyone, I’m strong, I tell them I can deal with it,
I tell them I don’t care, I’m tougher than I look
But deep down, where it counts,
I’m weak, I cant cope, and I most definitely care.
They say “you’re a Christian, you shouldn’t feel that way”
But you know what? They lie too
Cause they pretend they’ve never felt the pull,
And they allow me gradually disappear…
Maybe one day, the real me will emerge,
But till then I guess I’m stuck in the lie of who I think I am.




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