Hello. Welcome once more to Pikelela’s Universe of Grammatical Verbose and Diarrheal Prolific Verbiage.
MUSIC....MY GREATEST COMPANION!
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When I was born,
all the people around me began to sing;
and shared laughter of joyous celebration:
I felt the love tinge zapping all over my body.
Some clapped their hands and others danced;
all my brothers and sisters gathered around me:
and gazed at me with the widest smiles,
never known to grown up people...it was magic!
because a new kid on the block,
had just docked his ship in these earthly shores.
they welcomed and embraced me,
with all tenderness only a new baby could invoke;
and deserves...
I was loved.
I continued to sing and hum many intelligible tunes;
even though my Mama and people around me:
always confused these mystic songs with "baby cries".
Every time I tried to "sing"
they always pushed food inside my mouth;
instead of taking their time to listen carefully,
and to understand my heavenly language.
I was frustrated that everyone,
including my Mama, failed to hear my message;
to hear my songs...
So, I punched the air with my clenched fists,
and kicked so hard with all my fours;
till I fell asleep in a baby rage.
Life came down upon me like a storm,
and happened so fast;
so fast I forgot about all those baby moments;
which kept me so busy and occupied:
with absolutely nothing to worry about,
in this world full of challenges untold!
Life for me as a baby,
was nothing but, a swing of sweet melodies;
I kept hearing in my head,
playing incessantly, over and over again:
till I giggled and clapped my tiny hands,
to the amazement of all the grown-ups;
who witnessed these crazy moments..
I was happy and had fun,
fun beyond any human comprehension:
cause God sent me angels;
which made funny faces that only I could see,
as they played with me.
After years of growing up,
into all different painful situations;
After all the people had given up on me,
to surround my bed with joyful laughter;
every time I wake up each morning:
I looked around to see...
to see, if I could find any consolation,
from anybody still noticing I was still inside the same room;
the same room of the very life,
which accommodated and welcomed me;
with so much fantasy and glitz.
This room had grown so big,
and so huge; into a world full of miseries.
I could not find anybody,
no one at all to sensitize me,
and relish my sad moments;
and turn them into joy:
the joy I once knew as a tiny baby.
Then, like I was in my wildest dreams;
I woke up and wiped the tears from my eyes,
and looked down inside my tired heart;
and to my amazement.... I discovered and found out;
that, at least, not everybody had left me yet...
I still had the Music in my heart,
and the same Music was,
still fervently playing inside my head;
only this time, with much more maturity,
perception, sweet overtones and grace.
then, I realized...
that God hadn't left me at all,
neither those angelic visitors;
who kept me on my toes and on a natural high:
as a nervy baby..
I still had company.
I roared up like a fearless lion,
and laughed and dared the Devil with overcoming joy...
Because Music still remained,
after all these years:
and to this very day..
My Greatest Companion.
Talking about family ha, what family? Music is the Only Family I've ever known my whole life through! So, you think you can see me when clearly you been gazing upon my voice all along? I am the symphony: the beat, the harmony and the melody.....the finest result of the heavenly passionate orchestra which took place between my mother and father one fine, sweet dark night. I was conceived. Remained in transit for nine long months in my Mom's womb. I was born when my moon and stars lined up one fine day in September month. Only those who can hear the rhythm and rhyme of my words echoing in their ears, can feel me...know Me. All those who think they can see me, don't know Me one bit! I was crafted from the finest Heavenly shores materials. If you listen very hard, you can still hear those calm waves which gave me life cascading and whisper in eternal vibrations! This too, is Music to my ears.
These Streets! One cannot forget these intimidating up and down stares furiously targeting the good citizens of this town. Who are these people, these faceless bullies and where did they come from? We used to fill and occupy these streets from corner to corner and screamed all day long as kids. Hey. We feared nothing at all because these streets belonged to us. We will not allow our streets to be deserted in broad daylight as if we’re back to pandemic days! My mother and father were born and met on these streets. I lived under their shadows after they introduced me to these same streets. I grew up on these streets, I know and speak the language of these streets and unreservedly own these streets. These streets gifted me my place in the sun and all the wokeness that comes with my birthright. I wrote these verbs, prose, and verbiage for you because I can. To remind all and sundry that Pikelela left his footprints on these timeless streets. Yep, these streets are mine, and I own the ...
MY EPILITHIC BEAUTY! My Epilithic Beauty. She doesn't have the seductive eyes of Abigail nor misleading charms and swerving curves of Delilah. She's no Cleopatra nor Queen of Sheba. She charms no one. Her smiles and laughs, all belong to her. My Epilithic Beauty. She carries no sword nor brandishes her natural assets to attract men: She's simply a woman with nature. She's no soul snatcher and takes no prisoners with her! She only holds sway over her man. All famous women, famously known by their seductive beauty, and feminine strength: to tame great renown men of valour. They turned their beauty into swords to beat heroes and mighty kings in their own games. Kingdoms and Empires were brought down to their knees. All famously accredited for leaving famous trails of blood of feared men: heads of kings brandished as medals. Fearless and most regal men, believe and think that playing with dangerous seductive women: is just another game inside the theatre of death....
My Butterfly! Living in my lofty apartment and glaring down these industrial buildings they call modern development. The loss of touch with Mother Nature is nausea for my soul. Waking up each morning without the choirs of birds singing for me is worse than the deadliest snakebite. Sounds of machinery, cars, and delivery trucks doing their day and night routine is nothing but jarring music to my soul. With due respect to the birds out there. What else can they do if my community has no trees? There can be no chirping birds without trees, no singing nightingales. Trees are natural platforms for birds. Looking through my windows, I can see jovial swallows heralding the coming rain. It is hard for me to believe this is the same town where I grew up as a boy. O God, we had all kinds of trees and types of fruits for free. But today? Walking down the open fields, we used to be surrounded by thousands of butterfly species all day long! Butterflies would fearlessly land al...
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