Art, Music and Photography -ramblings

This weekend, I got to attend some interesting events that served to open my mind to the endless possibilities of art, music and photography.
I've always loved to sing and been fascinated by photography; how you can capture a single moment and freeze it for all eternity. Poetry has been my release for as long as I can remember...there's just something about putting pen to paper and letting the words flow from mind to ink that's freeing. I haven't however, ever master the courage to let anyone 'experience my art' for fear of harsh criticism and not matching up to those who have claimed the stage as their own.
I attend a gig hosted by Afrology that tries to encompass all arts, appreciating each while showing just how much they are intertwined. I thought to myself, each artist there started from somewhere...they must've been nervous, or doubted themselves but still took a chance. Its about time I put my poetry to music and make my mark; stop hiding behind the folds of my mothers skirt and do something positive with my gifts (even if they aren't as magnificent as I may think)
First step is getting back on the runway. I hate taking pictures of myself but my good Kevin offered to do a shoot and with Julie (my girlfriend) there to hold my hand I did it. Still haven't seen them but with Kev's skill and my looks, they will be fabulous.
Kinanda was another event that just helped me realize just how much I'm missing out on. I got a chance to take some photos with a 'real' camera and the thrill it gave me, each brief moment I held it; each time it went 'click', I just new this is something I need to do. When I was told how much one camera costs I was nearly in tears, I'm not deterred and I'll make it work.
I'm going to claim my place on the stage and drag a few other talented people along with me.
I must appreciate people who create platforms for artists to showcase there talent and make a living out of what what makes them happy.

The Lord's prayer - Nigerian pidgin style

My brothers & sisters,

Make una follow me see the thing wey I thief for internet!!

The Lord's Prayer
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1. The Lord na mai shepherd, I dey kampke

2. He make mi sidon for where betta dey
flow and come put me next to stream make
mai bodi Thermacool.

3. He panel beat mai soul come spray am
white, come dey lead me dey go through
express road of righteousness for sake
of Hin name.

4. Walahi!, if I waka pass where arm
robber, 419 and juju people borku,
come even join okada reach valley of
the shadow of death sef, mai bodi dey
inside cloth. Your rod and staff nko?
Na so dem dey back like bone dey
comfort me.

5. You don prepare Banga and starch make
I chop. All mai enemies dey look
anyaya.
You rub me for head wit Vaseline
Intensive Lotion.
Mai cup na Ogunpa river wey come
overflow hin bank.

6. True true, betta life and mercy go gum
mai back till I quench. And man go
tanda for God house sotey sotey from
Lai lai to lai lai.

GOD ALMIGHTY, NA YOU BIKO.
AMIN!

 Spotted this on Naijarules.com :)

Is She?

She's asked so many times but it seems you just don't care;

Not interested in trying; always lying;

rarely telling her sweet words to make her blush; her blush; blood rush, beyond lust; make it known she's your queen, that one thing;

That makes you stutter;

Whisper in the quiet night to the darkness how she's your light.

You don't see her pain; feel the rain constantly falling around her, leaving stains on her shirt.

She’ll be gone before long;

The day the sun's rays kiss her face and she knows she can do no more, grow no more, be no more with you.

Will you try then?

Or be the coward, walk away pretending, not amending, forcefully believing that you are better off but always knowing you made a mistake?

Take a moment, think about it;

Is she worth it? Will you earn it, cherish it;

Or simply step back and let her walk away?

Good-Bad

He speaks, but she never listens.

He reaches out, she draws her hand away.

He lays out his soul, she ridicules him.

He confides in her, she seems not to care.

He cries silently, her laughter rings in his ears.

He tries constantly, she never notices.

He walks away, she doesn’t understand why.

He becomes hard, another good one lost.

Her Flower

Closes her eyes and breaths in deep,

feels the heat of her tears,

tastes the sweet irony of her salty tears.

Opens her eyes,

fear grips her again.

Close...

Open...

Close...

Open...

It doesn'tchange,

she knows its not a dream,

yet it feels so surreal.

The nightmare unwinds,

her sanity unravels.

 She hears a scream ...realises the shrill strangled sound is coming from her inner core,

 vibrating with the pain that surges through her.

Her palms are raw,

 there’s a metallic taste in her mouth.

She bites down harder to stifle the sobs rocking her body

Embraces herself and closes her eyes one last time.

Her head is heavy,  

her heart wary,

her ‘flower’ crumpled and damaged

She drifts off ,

her last thought is the hope of the sweet release of death.

A warmth embraces her,

 her body is whole.

 She floats like a ghost among the clouds beautifully weightless,

 a serene painted with a gentle brushstroke across her face.

 She reaches down, her flower is in full bloom.

In that moment she experiences a freedom like none other,

Each fibre of her being released.

She wakes suddenly,

 sadness fills her yet she smiles.

She is a woman of immeasurable strength.

Her flower will bloom once more.

Opening line

Being honest, I started this blog as an outlet. Lately life seems to be speeding up and I have to move whether I manage to keep up with the pace or I get dragged along and torn to shreds in the process. I'm just going to vent: raw and clean: from mind to text....no pausing.
I find poetry and spocken word the best tools of expression. Just going to put it all out there, critisize or compliment if you must but know it wont change anything but don;t let that prevent you from dropping a line or wanting to post something...diversity is the spice of life.
And it begins....

Hope

Warmth of the sun touches my skin like the dew drop from the petal of a rose on a cool morning,

 as dawn breaks chasing away the dæmons of yesterday,

 brushing my forhead with the promise of hope.
With a new day's dawn comes dreams of childhood past,

belief in the impossible,

 the unseen,

things yet to be known.
The pain fades away,

 into the horizon where land meets sky.

Sun's rays break through the shadows like a baby's first smile as she grasps her mother's finger for the first time symbolizing a never ending bond that will stand the test of time.
A cool breeze brushes my cheek, cooling yesterdays anger,

seeping through my skin filling me with a sense of peace helping me to forgive,

 let go,

feel renewed,

believe again.

hope springs new.