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Hello Anopheles I have just come to say hello to mosquitoes, Travelling there was full of good bye and welcome, It's risky business soaking blood from others. My mum brought me food with tray, When flatly I layed. The journey was of solo risky to the wind. It's not risky business being the blind black barrel of pistol or proboscis, but it is damn risky business being the pointer or the pointed at. Their vibrations are melodious and their warnings are clear enough to fool a fool. I found myself dancing to their tunes and rhythms, I was lost and never notice when I fell into their arms. It's a painful business to be soaked by stranger uninvited, Seeping through your moisture flood. I regret traveling alone, To the land where I'm left alone, To be soaked by this bloody parasite. ©Olagunju Yemi Josh Antiviruzxs Dated: September 3 2017 Read also: The survivor( this poem talk much about the difficulties man experiences in life....Re

THE SURVIVOR Read also: A saint (poem by Olagunju Yen) With time things will get better, I cry, I scream, I'm peter. They say with time the rough play will go off soon, I smiled, I laugh, I'm cool. I'm getting older, every seconds I count. The forest has been cut away, Animals can now run a way. I'm afraid of going out,, I'm afraid of who I will see. I'm afraid I knew I can't escape, I'm afraid, I don't want to die. I'm afraid, I don't want to open my eyes, I'm afraid of what I will see, Afraid of what I will dream, I'm afraid, I don't want to cry. Sweat mingles with tears, As it falls on my cheeks I taste the dust in the air, In red moon and cold sun I fear. At five am, before the clock knock at six, Two hours after the hour was seized, Soft bone and wild bones became enemy. I'm afraid I can't wait, I'm afraid death is not my fate.

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Dear Gold, A birthday is a time to celebrate the past, present and the future The past are the lesson you've learned through life. The present is the present joy you have within you, The future is unknown, yet we have the assurance of joy forthcoming. I think of aging as a gift, a privilege to enjoy, Not as space or empty time that’s easy to destroy. Years of toil are history now, your strength is almost spent, But all the days still left to you are surely heaven sent. You now have time to reminisce, to think of years gone by; Remembering all the things you've done and now you wonder "Why?" You stop and think and want to know why teens so quickly flew, Time then was brief, just fleeting by; so much left up to you. And now your family's grown and gone, they're scattered, far away; And as you ponder on the past you feel alone each day. But I know one sweet promise to those who are God's own, “there are people like me who will always wa