Parle with Sina

HOW THICK IS THIS BLOOD? This is one question that has been on my mind for a very long time. People say “blood is thicker than water”, but I’ve been wondering: how thick? Does this question sound stupid? Well, nevertheless, I need an answer. How thick is blood?  It looks and feels thick, but is it? I mean how thick is blood that Cain was able to murder his brother Abel; that Tamar was raped by her “brother”; that his parents named him “Jabez”; that babies are dumped in gutters; that fathers rape their daughters; that siblings kill one another over probably, landed property or money? How thick is this blood that makes members of the same family do unspeakable things to one another? How thick is this blood that makes your relatives, so called aunts, uncles and cousins forget that you exist? I guess everyone is too busy and engrossed in their business to think or even care for any other person. So you see, they feel and look thick but are in fact empty, as good as useless...

A MUST READ! Words with such ugly meanings do not belong in the everyday conversation. Contrary to popular belief you can live another day without disgusting proclamations. ... In what way is saying, "That girl's hot as sh*t" a compliment? These words are not to be used frivolously like so many condiments. A dashing here, and a dashing there. What am I, Emeril Lagasse, saying BAM! for flair? They are not rays of sunshine popping out of the clear blue sky. Nor are they functioning wings that make you soar high. I know in truth most don't care; F-this and f-that, I mean really, what are you trying to get at? If it's just a personality trait then I guess I'm stuck at a locked gate. I'm not trying to pick a lock, this is truly just how I talk. ... for sure not attempting to spread hate, I just find it all quite unappealing. Is it too much to ask to measure up your words with how you're actually feeling? — at Obafemi Awolo...

This for my friend A lover of poems… J Much love <3   She’s my dear Folabomi Or simply put- my homey She’s black, beautiful and homely Believe me, this is no hooey.   Like the sunlight She’s hot and so bright Like the moonlight She brightens up life’s night.   She’s Monalisa’s unforgettable smile The glow that lightens up the eye As a rainbow, with colors I see her fly In the sky Cos her place is up high..     Sina_Taylor 8 th August,2015. Folabomi: Thanks.    Jesus Christ!      Thanks love! Sina_Taylor:   you like it? Folabomi: I love it! J J

  I’ve not read the book But I feel it’s true- “The beautiful ones are not yet born”. Or have they, And weren’t found ? Did they die in the womb? Were they aborted or still born? Or are they like Robinson Crusoe,   Lost in a lonely Island Where no one can find them? Or are we the ones Too blind to see them Too insensitive to feel them Too deaf to hear their sweet voices Deafen by voices   Too loud and meaningless Some call it hip-hop, I call it noise!   In my dream I heard their voices Gentle and firm Always speaking the truth No hatred in them Not like racists Not like rapists Not like robbers Not like” politricians” . The voices Calm and true Not like any voice I’ve heard Not even like a lover’s..   The Beautiful Ones How I long To see Feel Hear them again Everyday.   August 2015.  

The voices in my head Crying to be heard All this while haven’t misled My guide, been like a friend.   These voices that never sleep My company they always keep Speaking words, so true and deep Telling me to look before I leap.   Voices that never lie Unlike men they never die Speaking words no one can buy Even though some make you cry.   Voices speak to my ear In words so loud and clear Wisdom from you I hear Speak to me right here. ….