My Magical Powers

It happened when I least expected, knowing when I was fourteen years of age that there was something strange about me, initially, it felt erotic, who would think floating in the air could feel that way.

I can see beyond, far and wide, above the earth, in the air, I feel things people dare not, I see things people never will, call me crazy…I call myself weird. It happens only in the dead of the night. When it starts, everyone close to my room, or inside my room instantly fall deeply asleep never to witness the phenomenon. And they wake up in the morning feeling refreshed and stronger than usual.

I heal anyone that sleeps in the same house as me so along as I float in the air, consider yourself lucky if you happen to spend the night in the same place I do. No one knows but me and me. My magical powers usually live me drained in the morning, my skin looking colorless seeking for nourishment, momentarily I would stumble out of bed to the lake outside my home into the cold water to bath and quench my thirst for the evangelistic reawakening of my body and soul.

My magical powers, my greatest treasure…

 

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Do You Have A Story To Tell

My life is like a book of mysteries you cant even comprehend, this compelled me to write some of it on my blog besides the words buzzing in my head crying out to be written called ‘being creative.’

Creativity comes in many forms such as through divine intervention, In addition to that, it could be attributed to the collection of images and ideas transformed into whatever you want it to be and in my own world it is construed into words, you could also consider it an abstract reasoning.

Do you have a story you desire to tell but you don’t know how to get it out there, or you need people to read about your life experiences and share their opinions?

Feel free to email me here- eddazoneddaz@gmail.com. 

I have a story,

Is it fun to tell, or just a prisoner crying out to be set free?

I want to be heard, I want it out there for people to know,

Not to tease me but to be conscious of who I am.

When I started my course with ease and discomfort,

The times I fell, mounted up to walk again,

Should I feel like I’m wasting my time

Because nobody wants to know?

I have the opportunity to walk in freedom,

But I want to tell,

Tell the story that needs to be told.

 

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Read Just As You Write

We are more of learners regardless of how vast our knowledge is. The more we learn, the more human data base we acquire. After a while we will be able to translate the information learnt from both trash and accuracy to numbers in their numeric forms for our usage.

Read, read, read. Read everything- Trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You’ll absorb it – William Faulkner

It’s mentally stimulating for me reading books, blog posts and listening to the news; I find it exhilarating coupled with the fact that I stay updated with findings and opinions. A certain area of my life I’m experiencing right now has been made easy for me because of the knowledge I acquired from a blogger that shared his own experience.

Read a lot, read anything you can get your hands on – J.K Rowling

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Keep reading and writing. Xoxo

Dancing In The Rain

Childhood is the age span I believe we all experienced but did we actually enjoy those days? I enjoyed my childhood days tremendously and there were many times I used to dance in the rain.

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If you didn’t experience it, then you missed out but never too late to try it out and beware of the after effect of the cold rain so mind the length of time you spend out there, although as children, my friends and I were never aware of the side effects of dancing in the rain, actually we didn’t care regardless of the fact that my mum would scream at the top of her voice  for us to get out of it.

Dancing in the rain and licking the drizzling cold water with my tongue was one of the greatest fun for me.

Sky so dark opened up thunderous greyhound eyes

In the age of abandonment not a care in the world

With sheer pleasure she danced in the rain

Blooming in joy all covered up with gift of nature

Sing out hallelujah for it’s my time of pleasure

Memories of life time that lasts forever.

 

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The Undying Red Rose

The undying red rose

Written words of my love for you

In the manuscript of ancient love

Long undying love I have for you

Before I met you

 A letter to my lover

Kept in a sealed bottle to be washed away

Never to be seen or head of again

The undying red rose

Came ashore the edge of the sea

Brought back into my life

The red roses never died

Before I met you

My love for you never died

Could not be forgotten

True love never dies

Real love never give up

Love is patient

I waited…for you…now here…till death do us apart…

 

Dedicated to my Husband…

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