“Happy ever after”

Perhaps our ‘happy’ exists in two beds
In two bedrooms,
In two houses,
In two cities,
In two seperate hearts,
With two seperate ‘ever-after’ heartbeats.


 

©Adeola Matemilola 2016
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Beneath I’m beautiful?

I’m not scared you won’t want me,
I’m scared I won’t be strong enough to accept you wanting me,
The feeling of letting go so completely, of believing that there is someone out there capable of loving me through all of my mess seems way too impossible.

I’ve worn this mask for so long,
It’s now not so much that I can’t take it off, it’s that I’m scared to.
Fear; that’s what drives me now, not that you’d know it by looking at me.
I hide it well.
I hide it behind my anger, I hide it beneath my laughter, I hide it within my room, I hide it in a bottle.

©Adeola Matemilola 2016

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Talking to vs. Talking at

I’m not entirely sure that the title properly illustrates what this post is about but please read on and let’s explore this.

All opinions is this post are entirely mine; if you disagree about any part of it, please, feel free to leave a comment and let’s discuss it.

Effective communication goes way beyond just being able to pronounce words or string them together. The basic secret to communicating properly in a way that leaves all parties feeling good about themselves and the topic of discussion, lies in being able to string together words correctly.

A quick example, a few days ago, I went out to a store with my sister, we needed to buy a birthday present for a friend’s baby, and obviously, we needed it wrapped. So, we get to the check out counter and my sister said to the cashier, “hm, and you’ll wrap it”, I immediately said “why did you say it like that”, so she modified it “please, wrap it”, while this sounds, well, acceptable, I still believe that the request could have been made in better way, in way that the cashier would feel like a respected human who happens to work here, rather than some robot that’s simply there to cater to your needs.

I really do believe that if the request had been made as “also, could you wrap these up for me?” Or “please, I’d like to have these wrapped”, it would make the cashier feel better and therefore make them more willing to help. Besides, we never know what sort of day people are having sometimes and just showing the smallest consideration or kindness in the way we speak might just be the thing to turn their day a little around.

Instead of saying “wait”, say “1 minute, please”.

Instead of saying “what?”, say “excuse me?”

The list goes on and on, but the main point is to try to make someone’s day a little better by stringing words together with some consideration and kindness.

 

©Adeola Matemilola 2016

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Writing for myself…

A very good friend saved me today with these words; “so, write for yourself and people like you.”

Yes, I did mean SAVE.
I haven’t written anything in such a long time and I have been completely miserable, it felt like I was falling down a deep hole and I just didn’t care anymore, I didn’t care if I reached the bottom, I didn’t care if I simply kept falling and pushed how this made me feel into the very back of my mind and my heart, I refused to feel anything.
I couldn’t write, I was dying and I didn’t care.

This all happened because I let someone’s words have power over me.
It wasn’t a critic of my style of writing or word combination or grammer; it was an attack of my core, my personality, my psychology, my humanity, he (this pastor) told me in no uncertain terms that I write what I write on social issues because I have lived an unbalanced life and because I come from a disassembled community. He told me that what I write is my reality alone and it would be impossible for anyone else to relate, he told me that there wasn’t any need to share my work because it spoke only to and about me.
He had only ever heard one piece from me “mommy, I feel it too” but he put me and everything I’d ever written in one box.

I haven’t written since that day and I never even realised why until a couple of weeks ago when I mentioned the incident to my sister.
So obviously, there’s only one course of action now, I am taking my voice back.

I choose to “write for myself and people like me”

P.S
I apologise to everyone who follows me still even though I have basically been a waste of space (on your wordpress)
I also sincerely apologise for allowing one man’s opinions over-ride all of the wonderful feedback I get from all you lovely people.

I thank everyone who continues to support and especially read and critic. I am grateful, because in the end, you guys are my push.

My voice is my own. I will always speak my truth.

©Adeola Matemilola 2016

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Live Actually.

Resisting… That’s all you’ve known,

Now you’re grown and resistance has become you,

Flowing through your veins like passion and blood,

Causing you to lose what should have been gain,

Causing you to live on the outside of the circle constantly… In fear of getting noticed.

Let go child, life is meant to be lived, not observed.

Fly, child, fly, let the eagle in you out and let the snail die.


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Prisoner of Words

I’m a prisoner of words unsaid
Just slowly drowning in this prison of thoughts and feelings
Compromise… That should be my name
I have so much to say
And sometimes, I start to speak, with the words already in my mouth
But I feel the warder’s tap on my shoulder, reminding me of my position
So I stop and stay silent instead and just nod gently
Compromise, that’s my name after all

I have so much to say
Views and ideas about things I hear you talk about
But when I start to speak to let you know what’s on my mind,
The words get stuck in my throat and I stay silent instead
But I have so much to say,
So much in fact, that sometimes I feel the words choking me and I have to clutch at my throat to keep from bathing you in a vomit of these words
But I’m drowning in my own river of complacency

Would you want me free though
Or are you secretly pleased with my self-imposed sentence
Would you approve if start to let out what’s on my mind and begin to oppose you sometimes
Or do you secretly enjoy the fact that I simply agree with you always
High off this drug that I’m addicted to
And why shouldn’t you be
When this prison is of my own making.

 

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