HEY BABY!

Ok, I admit it, I miss you

Maybe a little too much,

I probably haven’t said it often,

To avoid being tagged desperate

You’re the guy all my love quotes and poems are about

This inclusive

Thinking of you right now,

My heart grieves, crawling into my self absorbed shell

All I think about is you,

Yes, we argue but still we talk and make up

Yes, we fight but still we kiss and hug

In all the falls of love, we laugh and smile,

Wanting to wake up each morning in your arms

Comforted by your oddness, and

Seduced by your knowledge of my ways

I’m sick of crying, even though I’m smiling

Inside I’m dying, yet I’m still trying

Give me a chance to care for you again,

Let me once again be the one you share your “moments” with

Let me be the one you come back to,

Cos with me is where you’d call home.

-posh

Xoxo...muaah

I MISS FALLING IN LOVE

I miss "falling" in love. The blood rush, the racing heart-beat, butterflies on a wild roller-coaster in your belly. Double checking your makeup is on point. Having the right underwear on at all times (just in case;). Having "your"song. Mushy love songs on replay... 

Unexplained smiles; smiling at your phone, smiling at the Laptop, smiling absently at someone random (but you know the smile isn't meant for them) reminiscent giggles, giving him a special pet name... 

Late night chatting, double checking and rewording your messages, double checking it delivered, then monitoring how many seconds it takes for a reply to come in. Laughing out loud in bed to his reply...

Practicing sexy stripper dance moves in front of the mirror imagining he's your audience. Taking forever to pick out an outfit because you are dressing up for only him. Asking him what hair style to do so he knows you look this good 'FOR HIM'... 

Actually holding hands when you walking the shortest distance because it just comes naturally, letting him open doors for you, tell you what to do, seeking his opinion, his advice. Holding hands and stealing kisses in the cinema through the entire movie. Playing footsie under the table at restaurants...

Gazing at his lips when talking, shape of his eyebrows, his nose, cheeks, skin, gazing deep into eyes. Listening to his laugh, familiarizing yourself with his unique scent, knowing his favorite cologne.  Watching him sleep, smelling him. Praying for him... 

I miss falling in love.   

-Posh

Xoxo da_diva

FALLING IN LOVE: Part 2

‘f you make me fall in love with you

Please don’t say you were not warned

For as I fall, I’ll break some bones

Lame in love to rise no more.

 

Start to count the cost

For it will take the world

To talk me out a jot

Of making you my world

 

Please don’t leave your heart ajar

Not even slightly, please be warned

For like a bandit, I will barge in

To build a wall across that door

 

Get a court letter

 But it will take forever

To pull me out an inch

Of loving you for ever

 

 

Don’t lead me on please I’m pleading

If you don’t need a second skin

For like the dusk chases the dawn

I will, till our shadows become one.

 

Run with a thousand feet

Fly with a thousand wings

But I’ll have to lose my sight

To lose you from my sight

 

-Posh 

Xoxo butterflies ):

FALLING IN LOVE

Sometimes we fall, we just fall

    With no reason and no cause

Simply because standing still is            plain ordinary

But each time, I choose You

    To fall for You, 

To fall in love with You

    Yet this thrill of falling, untimely met with a crushing reality at the bottom 

    My fragile encasement, some what broken

Peeling my once flawless exterior 

I sob, I nag, I even rant 

Then I remember, 

    I could keep falling forever,

In love with You

    The thrill You bring

The sudden rush of adrenalin 

    The repeated skips in my heart

Outweighs it all, 

     ‘Cos You first loved me

And, I’ve always known You          outweigh these all.

-Posh

Xoxo Kisses

The Start of The Weekend

Hello everyone! Hope everyone is ready the start of the weekend. I do not have any plans yet, but I am sure something will come up.

I have been really busy to put up new pictures, templates on my new site, but I have not been able to figure out what outlook i want for it, due to my school schedule this semester.

Here are some list of my plans today... I do hope the day does not run fast as usual, so I can keep to all my schedules.

* CLEANING
*COOKING BANGA SOUP
*SURF THE NET
*TAKE A WALK
*TRY TO FINISH ON MY CLASS PRESENTATION
*CALL MY SWEETHEART

And you guys, may I ask you how you are spending your weekend? It will be my pleasure to share your moment with me isnt it?


xoxo...loves


Da diva!

Am Proud African!

I used to read a lot about race issues when I was younger; and I am still overwhelmed with sadness when I remember the story of the young Nigerian Guy who was murdered on the street of London by a white dude. Even though I had an understanding of what racial discrimination was, I could never appreciate it full until I found myself in America.

Prior to moving here, all I knew was that I was me. I didn't know what it meant to be African. I didn't know what it meant to be black. All I knew was that I was just me, and most people around me were also like me. We ate the same foods, we wore similar clothes, we spoke the same languages, we shared a common culture and belief system, irrespective of religious values.

I have never questioned and appreciated who I was until recently. When I talk, people realize that I talk differently.  It is always a struggle to get my name right. The food I like to eat is not easily available here. I cant share some jokes with people because they would never get it. Anytime I wear braids, I am always questioned about how I managed to get my hair in that state. Or sometimes when i go low extension, they tend to question why I have to cut my hair in just a short period of time.

I begun to realize that I wasn't just me. I was a part of something bigger. I was a part of a race, a culture, a history. I am an African, a proud one at that.

Our continent is so rich with culture, diversity and history. Our people are the warmest you would ever meet. We have a very rich and interesting culture. We have a very beautiful melanin full black skin. We have faced a lot of travesty, and our problems are unlimited, but our spirit and hope can never be broken.  Africans are beautiful, and I am proud to be one.

I Love Africa!

xoxo....kisses

Da diva!

My First Blog: WELCOME TO MY WORLD

Hmmm...okay am finally here...

Its friday and the start of the weekend on a cold friday night here in gonyeli Northern Cyprus. Here blogging has been on my mind for some time now, i actually tried it but couldnt keep to it as i realise that to blog requires that you give your time to here. Now here i am fully ready to keep with the rudiment and sacrifice that goes with blogging.

So why am I back here again?

I love to share myself, tell my stories. Share lives experiences, make people laugh and hope to encourage someone out there with my writings and poems. I guess that is why I am here.

Bottom line is, my mind is that of a roller coaster, which sometimes i have to let out or else I will burst. Anyways, will be sharing reality thoughts as it flows, daily happenings reflecting in my poems,  laid bare and true with no pretense.

You call me da diva...

xoxo..welcome to my world.


Kisses.


Da diva!