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THE DARK CORNERS..

my heart bleeds, tears roll down my chin and my emotions tie down with the pains as i begin to type this dark part of my life...
I won't forget that day, that faithful morning when that word keeps on ringing in my heart, the word of that colleague " Elvis stop hustling this is the richest part of your life, poverty if in your family blood line". I look at him, trying to control the flow of tears with fake smiles " thank you man, you speak like man but God will always speak like God" and walk away, i was broken and burn to frazzle by those harsh word of his.
i saw myself as being worthless, i saw life greedy on me, my heart melted. Getting home that day the memory of dads death came anew in my consciousness.
those words piece in the chest.
I picked up a knife from the kitchen and ran into the bedroom, no one was there to say "Elvis stop!, don't do it. Why do you want to kill yourself? Please don't."
Mum was not home. I saw God as one who is not concern about how i felt.
Lifting up that knife about to end It all, about to say goodbye to the heartless world whom i think has nothing good to offer me than a bow of sadness, a tiny voice stopped me..
it re echoes continuously " you will die and go to hell" the same fear grabbed me.
Few days after nothing changed. The struggle for a better life still continues, the loads where to heavy as i try off loading and loading vehicle part with the other guy of my age and older ones at the cargo beach. At the end of every day we where given pea nut money that could not afford us three square meal.
Three years after the continuous labour i contacted sickness of the testicles. That faithful day i and the order guys needs to carry a 500kg bags of imported clothes in across our shoulders to be able to make enough money. I never knew my pains will increase that day, my testicles inflame and very painful.
i wore bigger boxers as i walk briskly to the hospital for check up. " young man...Cht2 Loading..

THE DARK CORNERS..

my heart bleeds, tears roll down my chin and my emotions tie down with the pains as i begin to type this dark part of my life...
I won't forget that day, that faithful morning when that word keeps on ringing in my heart, the word of that colleague " Elvis stop hustling this is the richest part of your life, poverty if in your family blood line". I look at him, trying to control the flow of tears with fake smiles " thank you man, you speak like man but God will always speak like God" and walk away, i was broken and burn to frazzle by those harsh word of his.
i saw myself as being worthless, i saw life greedy on me, my heart melted. Getting home that day the memory of dads death came anew in my consciousness.
those words piece in the chest.
I picked up a knife from the kitchen and ran into the bedroom, no one was there to say "Elvis stop!, don't do it. Why do you want to kill yourself? Please don't."
Mum was not home. I saw God as one who is not concern about how i felt.
Lifting up that knife about to end It all, about to say goodbye to the heartless world whom i think has nothing good to offer me than a bow of sadness, a tiny voice stopped me..
it re echoes continuously " you will die and go to hell" the same fear grabbed me.
Few days after nothing changed. The struggle for a better life still continues, the loads where to heavy as i try off loading and loading vehicle part with the other guy of my age and older ones at the cargo beach. At the end of every day we where given pea nut money that could not afford us three square meal.
Three years after the continuous labour i contacted sickness of the testicles. That faithful day i and the order guys needs to carry a 500kg bags of imported clothes in across our shoulders to be able to make enough money. I never knew my pains will increase that day, my testicles inflame and very painful.
i wore bigger boxers as i walk briskly to the hospital for check up. " young man, this ailment is as the ...

YOU ARE COMPLICATED!

What a beautiful thing it is,
What an amazement that comes with thorns,
It smiles can get you turn.
Love oh love
Indeed you are complicated..

In our heart,most times it suspension.
In love's family it just rejection.
Love itself gives no attention.
When love passes, i rise in ovation,
To say i miss you
But you say 'don't mention.
Love oh love
Indeed you are complicated...

That faithful morning love left to the city.
With enthusiasm i search to your home.
"Out of this place! Your pocket isn't pretty".
Your dad's voice where like sword to my heart but i stood with agility.
Mum added " you village boy,she's with the men of the city.
I cried without pity.
Love oh love
Indeed you are complicated..

With a bag on my head i traveled many miles.
the desert sand my feet had mine.
On the mountain top, i shorted your name, love love love!
I got sick cause of it clime.
Love oh love
Indeed you are complicated.

My legs got ache, finally i was in your abode.
Love, why did you go? Who took you abroad?
I asked and concur..
It was my parents will' one day we will run together".
She explained.
The city men are coming!
She hid me in the cupboard,
There i remain like a robot.
Love oh love
You are really complicated.

A poem i composed n dedicate to all those who are experiencing complications in their relationship..
Stay focus and go after your love without fear.

BAKASSI PEOPLE!
the time is now...
Tell the person that will tell the other person, who must tell another, that will tell another, to tell another that the program in tomorrow.....
Care mentor innovation....
Am going to be there live with Frank edima

BAKASSI PEOPLE!
the time is now...
Tell the person that will tell the other person, who must tell another, that will tell another, to tell another that the program in tomorrow.....
Care mentor innovation....
Am going to be there live with Mrs Frank

WOMEN ARE STRONGER!
This is not hyperbolic, not just a fact but the only truth...
After making lot research on this popular saying " what a man can do a woman can do more better" really it is the power of a woman".,,,,,
Women are stronger than men, with greater ability to bear heart breaks and disappointment in relationship.

Biblically after the creation of Adam the first and strongest man ever, wiser than all creature, he actually in his God giving intelligence named all creatures discovered and yet to be discover. in all these exploit God said to him" i will make u an helper".
You can't help someone who is stronger than you, you help those you are stronger than. So the helper woman is stronger than the man..
Research has i that men are straight critical thinkers and women are analytical thinkers. They think faster and deeply than men..
Out of every five in the class room two women will come up top.....
The success of any successful man is hidden in a woman ( good woman)..
Women are strong...
Be proud of your woman hood..
Elvicity Ekoi

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From the CEO deck

Those people are regarded as local people..as a matter of fact, we drove on bike through the gallop roads of the community to the health post we were sent to.
Arriving, This great work of art captured my heart...
Then i concluded that those villager have multi million ideas.
Bakassi ( Akpab..usung esuk)