Category Archives: Write Ups

~Hope and Despair~

~ Featured work by Muhammad Shehzad Hanif~

The days go restless, the nights sleepless.
I seek for you around but fail to guess,
My heart skipped a beat or two.
But my anxious eyes still have no clue…. 


The wind goes wild and rough on my face. 
Autumn leaves come down falling apace. 
All the birds have gone past long before. 
They will not come to the nests for sure.

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When the rays of hope turn to despair,
and the night of sadness prevailing everywhere.
The heart melts down my eyes through,
How much I miss you; I can’t tell you..!! 


Gazing on to the sky, I caught a shooting star
I thought of you being so so far 
 Down, it calms; at a whispering sound.
“Your love will soon be coming around”


Muhammad Shehzad Hanif is a PhD student of Management. A Telecom Engineer, a Network and Management Consultant, a Writer, and a Published Poet.

Human and Spirit

Did you know that you are Spirit that lives in flesh?

If you follow the flesh, and  simply follow the humanity you feel, it is  risky. 

For the human you are seated within is proud and always wanting. 

The human never stops needing. 

It never gives up on its pleasures. The human you are in is truly ‘only human’.


Yet, the spirit that you are has great control.

It possesses self discipline. It is ruled by conscience.

It knows morale and it is eternal. The spirit you are will continue after time.

The spirit you are can step over the human and become superhuman, supernatural!

Be the spirit, not the flesh.

~ By Sandra C. Obiora (Written May 24. 2012)

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Today I am showcasing a very old piece of mine.

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~The Opinion~

So he thought to have a glance.

Just a glance of an artwork she’d posted

To feast his itching eyes

In reading such bold poetic lines.


A little touch here and there

He thought to his little self.

A little touch on this poem

Could do much to really help.


His words carried clouds of weight

With pure intentions and without a bait

Her creative instincts were ignited

And she set off to do some work

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The page was duly updated 

And the laughter was everywhere smeared

An expression of a little thought

Of an idea conceived,

Coupled with a positive mindset of a poet

That made such a dream come alive…


So dream and think and share

And don’t be scared to be here

The future is but an idea

Of an Opinion to be shared.~

Featured Write up by Issah Kwame Osumanu.


Issah from Ghana is a Computer Science Engineering student, an Oriental Medicine Practitioner, a Writer, and a Martial Artist.
He got inspired by my earlier post titled ‘True Laughter’ 🙂

Poem: Another Love

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I want a love that never dies. 
Love that is not restless and full of lies. Not a love that is proud and full of contempt. 
You told me that you love me. Yet i see that your love is selfish. 

Your love is just there so you can get a good sleep at night.


Your love has no concern for my joy.
Your love has no concern for my peace of mind.
Your love is in the knowledge you derive from authority.
Your love is one that only pushes to prosperity.
It does not taste of sweetness.

It tastes of grease.


Your love is like the scrapping of a nail across the wall.
It is like the sound of a machine ridden with friction.
Your love does not taste like honey. It tastes like scented candle wax.

It does not feel like home, it feels like faux pas.


Yet, i did gain a lot from your brand of love. 
From your temperamental love i learnt to control my temperament.
From your insensitivity i learnt to be sensitive.
From your earnest pride and thirst for power, i learnt the art of subtlety and humility.
From your many words, i listened for silences.
From your silences i heard a thousand words.

From your manipulation i learnt resistance. 


Now however, i am venturing into a new love. 
I am panting to achieve a love that never dies.
A love that is not selfish. A love that is not manipulative.
A love that is mutual. A love that understands. Not a love that is always right, or a love that dies at the blink of an eye.
I need a love that is powerful. One that can’t be shaken. A love that is proud but humble. subtle but sweet. One that tastes like honey and berries. Not of grease and dust.
~By Sandra C. Obiora


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Happy Birthday to Me!

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Sandra C. Obiora by Kofi Ampah

Birthdays are a blessing. 

For they point us towards realizing those ones we adore.

They make us stop in time to appreciate the wonders of being created for a purpose.

For at one moment God said let there be Sandy, and then there was.

Happy birthday to me! I am growing cooler! 😉

True Laughter

Have you laughed? I mean really truly laughed.

You know the type that starts from your feet making your toes curl. That one that travels up your legs making them shake like a leaf in the wind.

That laughter that boils up in your belly like steam in an enclosed space looking for a way out. That one that literally causes you pain until you open your throat and let it all out and open.

That type of laughter that bursts out like a gush of wind producing a sound which for that moment in time brings with it an amnesia of all the things causing you pain and worry. 

So tell me. Have you ever truly laughed? 

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Featured Write-up by Dr. Perpetual C. Obiora.
Perpetual is a Medical Doctor, She is Multilingual, a Writer, and also my beautiful sister. 🙂

En~Courager

“Sometimes, we already know all the lines. Believe me, we know. 

We know that our suffering will not last for a lifetime. 

We know that our struggles will end someday soon.

We know that tomorrow may truly be better.

We understand that a happy disposition is better than a sad one.

We realize that our pain will heal and fade away.

Yet, 

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We still need someone to say to us ‘don’t worry. don’t be sad. don’t cry’. We still want to hear the words ‘everything will be okay’.

Hearing the phrase ‘tomorrow will be better’ awakens our spirit and gets us on our feet.

having someone say to us ‘Do not be afraid’, ‘be of good cheer my friend, my brother, my sister, my neighbor’ never gets old. 

Finally when they say to us ‘it is well with you’, our hearts begin to soar in the clearer skies of relief.

Believe me, this world can never tire for an oversupply of encouragers.”

~ Sandra C. Obiora

 

Thought for today: Are you an encourager, encouraged, or both?

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Staircases

“Going up and down staircases is metaphorical for life. For descending and spiralling down in failure and sin is easier and a far cry from the difficulty of climbing up to the zenith. Taking one difficult and mostly agonizing step at a time is the battle.

Now, if on the way up we choose to hang on to, or carry with us baggage, we must be ready to spend a while on the way up, or handle the mediocrity that comes with neither going downwards or heading upwards.”

~ By Sandra C. Obiora

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Orchestra

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“When we listen to an orchestra, what we listen to is not just the sound of the oboe, or the timpani, or the violin, the cello, or the vocalist. 

What we hear are the sounds of life. The life of the violinist, the heartbeat of the cellist, the struggles of the concert master, the character of the timpanist, the personality, love, and sorrows of the maestro. 

We pay homage to the sweat, the tears, the fears, and the triumphs of each individual making music.

We patronize their persistence and resilience.”

~ Sandra C. Obiora

The Missing Game

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*Note: This poem has been published with the New York Public Library Zine 2017


It begins as a creeping thought. Like an itch.

Easy to ignore, difficult to locate.

It graduates into an illness, and soon your mind is stuck on replay.

Like a swarm of butterflies with needles in their mouths.


You tell yourself that you can do without her, that you are a strong man.

You recount the many battles you have won in times past,

And the many wars you have fought against your flesh.

You tell yourself that the flash of her smile in your mind means nothing.

That her beautiful eyes are not a recurring statement in your heart.


You lay in bed with your eyes closed. Rejecting those lips that refuse to cease.

Your hands itch to hold onto something. Something else.

Your nose bleeds from the force of your own denial,

And soon your hands are shaking, and your teeth clattering from this winter of your creation.


Oh brave one, just indulge this one time.

Take that bold step you have taken a thousand times already.

Grab onto that hand you always wish to hold.

Kiss that face you yearn to always see.

Breathe in that scent you hope will never end.

Gain back your life you thought was nearly over.

For you may have been dying from a terrible disease known as missing another human.

~ By Sandra Chukwudumebi Obiora

Waging Peace!

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“The real champions are not always those who wage war, or those who pick up arms and go forth to battle in order that they be heard.

The real champions are those who wage peace. Those ones that battle their circumstances, their inner demons, and overcome with the weapons of their minds.”

~ Sandra C. Obiora

Attaining Success?

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“If attaining a bright and successful future required just one full day of focus and purposefulness, everyone would be wildly successful.

However, the sad truth is that success requires and involves multiple, sometimes miserable moments of little yet correct choices. 

Success is really just the sum of usually small but mighty decisions made and then executed.”

~ Sandra C. Obiora 

 

You Dramatic Creature

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“Each time winter comes, we swear it is the coldest we have ever felt. Each time summer arrives, we confess it is the worst yet. Each morning our alarm rings, we are sure it is the loudest ever. Each time life hits, we assume we are dying. 

Perhaps we humans are far more naturally dramatic creatures than we give ourselves credit for.”

~ Sandra C. Obiora

 

Adulthood

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“At some point, we come to recognize that adulthood is not about the freedom to do and undo as we please. Rather, adulthood is a call to realization.

Realizing that your decisions now can affect a hundred generations ahead of you. Realizing that your habits now can seep into your blood, and spread across your generational bloodline like wild fire.”

~ Sandra C. Obiora

I am like…

“I am like a moth to the flame of a beautiful soul.

A bee to the scent of a flowering heart.

A predator to the prey of negativity

A David to the Goliath of helplessness.

A Paul to the ministry of repentance.

A triumphant student to the lessons of life.

Water to the wilderness of the dying mind.”

~ Sandra C. Obiora

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