Segun Ozique

Timi, my dear, your name dances on my lips, A melody of longing, sweet, loving and strong.  In the quiet corners of my heart, you’ve sprung, A secret bloom that’s right where it belongs. I yearn to traverse the depths of your body and soul, To set your eyes and heart with stars. Each heartbeat emits a reminder of you wanting to be with me, hungry for my touch, to hold you close beneath celestial skies. It was fate, the wonderous mistress, weaving her thread that has bonded us in this web. I am older, married, and experienced, While you, my darling, have life’s grand expanses to experience. Still, I dream of us having stolen moments, wild and free When time stands still, and it’s just you and me stripped of all pretences. Thank you for all the stolen moments we have shared so far,  For the kisses sent across the net.  And though our paths may diverge, I want you to know I’ll always care, my baby boo,  Timi.

In the quiet corners of our souls, Where shadows dance and secrets reside, True friendship blooms, unyielding and whole, Beyond mere gains, where hearts confide. It’s not about the self, but the other, A sacred pact woven with threads of trust, Where vulnerability finds a gentle cover, And judgment flees, replaced by love’s robust. To share our deepest fears and scars, To lay bare the tapestry of our past, Requires a friend who’ll bear the stars, Listening, understanding, and be steadfast. When broken pieces lie scattered wide, A true companion steps forth, serene, Kindness mends, like a soothing tide, Guiding us toward healing, unforeseen. Intimate friendship, a sanctuary found, In the presence of a soul unmasked, No pretences, no judgment to confound, Just acceptance, where authenticity basks. In a world of masks and transient guise, We seek those rare gems, those hearts aglow, Where intimacy thrives, and love defies, A state of being only true friends know. So, Femi Amodu, as sixty

Everything happens to us for a reason; A symphony of chance and sometimes terrors,  Life’s unpredictable dance, never ceasing,  Feelings and happenstance, never final. Embrace life in its full spectrum,  For it paints our canvas with vivid hues,  Expect twists and turns, the grand enigma,  Highs and lows interwoven, like morning dew. In moments of bliss,  we soar on wings of light, Yet fears may grip us, with shadows in the night,  But remember this truth, etched in the stars:  No storm lasts forever; it’s merely a passing scar. Just as the sun rises, Unwavering and bold, Hidden behind clouds,  Yet steadfast in its hold,  The key lies in journeying, step by step,  Through valleys and peaks, where dreams are kept. Embrace each experience as a cherished gift,  Let them mold you,  Shape your very core,  But never let them define your character’s rift,  For you’re more than the sum of moments galore. Your present chapter isn’t the final page,  Life’s story unfolds, an unwritten tome,  So k

To my fellow Writers, guided by DChair and WIN President, In this poetic haven, I share wisdom gleaned, From your responses to my verses, twofold are my lessons: We all ought learn to tread gently upon our own souls, Make kindness our compass, and gratitude our song. For what we possess outweighs what eludes us. Each dawn, a whispered promise—and privilege. On this fleeting voyage across Earth’s canvas, Inevitability dances in both light and shadow. Why, then, dwell on and be dead set on overcloud? Instead, seek the crevices of light  where joy blooms. Life—a fragile gift, is a miracle spunned. Sleep and waking, twin threads we have no control. Escaping mishaps, is all by  His mercy. So, now, as I gaze sleeplessly skyward, seeking stars, And as me and my phone dance these tete-a-tete with you, my kins: My family of Writers, be assured I do so with grateful heart.

In the quiet of yesternight, I penned my farewell, A whispered epitaph, my phone and I inked with care, And the reactions was outpouring love that went overdrive in swell: Swiftly were drums full of water poured, to quench my tender flare. “Godforbids” echoed, as if all have some sacred vows; Some contractual whispers by the celestial to their ears that I know not of, So, given another night, I remain here as unwritten fate allows, To taste life’s flavours; the inconveniencing aches, family joys and your love. Thank you all, dear friends and family, for your warm embrace, For wanting me still, though not knowing how near or far my time draws, The Writer within me knows the final trace is inevitable, And I am prepared for the 'whatever,' without fear. And do please, hold my wishes close, let no tear pop or fall, Otherwise, ghostly unrelenting whispers shall haunt, any and all who defy me!! Love Always. Segun.

In shadows cast by fate's unyielding hand, I recently survived a near fatal accident dancing with death,  Now I linger here near the edge of life's abyss, fragile but still alive, God has bestowed me a gift—a chance to reminisce. I cannot sleep as night stretch like moon-kissed nights, I stay awake pondering mortality's silent plea, How swiftly moments slip through mortal maze, And how we take for granted what we freely are gifted. I've loved and been beloved, felt passion's fire, Traversed the globe, embraced diverse terrain, Tasted life's rich tapestry, its vibrant choir, Each face, each culture, etched upon my brain. My son, my pride, a legacy so bright, My wife, my angel, guiding me with prayers. And Gabriel, my brother, steadfast and true, Across the world, dear kin, I hold you near, If fate should claim me, skies of azure blue, Know this: I'm in a happy place, devoid of fear. No tears, my family and friends, for I have lived my best, To realms unknown,

When love is present in a relationship  it shows affection, care, and respect for one another . It is however a different connection in relationships when such love is true and deepened. True love is a testament to the heart’s might, True love comes like a spell, enveloping thoughts and actions in its light. It’s not measured by physical endowments or apparel worn,  But by the thoughts and contents of character that are inborn. The vows of true love, words cannot form for they are sacred promises, A bond of inner recess, hard to break, True love is deep with roots, not like leaves easily shaken. It is untouched by procrastination, indecision, or reciprocation, It’s a force that’s pure and true, A beacon of hope and inspiration. True love is a feeling that’s hard to describe, but easy to feel, It is a journey that’s worth taking, a dream that’s worth making real. So where you find one, hold on to it Where you find love like honied spice in your dish, cherish it, for, Tru

Time is a thief that steals memories away,  But in my case, brings back good memories of you.  I wake to thoughts that trigger bits of your nuances,  Sometimes it's the leaning or the head tilts exposing the neck, The eyes roll, twist the mouth in a hiss, endless.  So, if I had to relive the brief time we had, including the last day,  What would I change? Nothing...perhaps hold you tighter, kiss you longer  And cherish every moment we shared.  Time is fleeting, and memories fade,  But the time we shared stays sweetened.  It lives on in my heart, alive and always,  A beacon of hope that promises a someday, of a perhaps.

MY CLOSED SIDE UNVEILED Laughing for no reason is like dreaming of memories When I have travelled far and wide, in my mind Seeing myself among the glittering stars in the sky Or, sailing to a suburb city as if I did not need wings For countless hours, I have lost myself in wonder My muse, like in the vastness of the sea, To feel the power and beauty of the waves The elegance of the gentle touches, heavenly The mastery of where and when to kiss, seraphic Filling the pelvic and heart-like breath of salvation The triumph of my spirit overcoming all yearnings, My senses Inspired me to be young and vibrant again Oh, love, it is cham you ushered to soothe my loneliness Helping and enhancing my treasure chest of memories, Love, of which I only knew from books and songs, distantly Has indeed sneaked up on me, made me gracefully captive.

From the very first time I met you, Angel, I felt drawn to your soul. Sifting and wading through the debris of life tangles, I prayed the divine to take you and me to a place of evolution. Where energy and intentions of relationship align, so, though age, environment, prior relationships, commitment remain barriers, I feel the beat of your heart afar, The sound of your songs without a sound. The many hindrances may keep you away... But you are so worthy of true affection, virtuous of a life and love that defines your worth, that I persevere  However your life runs  21 up that may keep you tucked away in shadow, If you ever are needy, I will walk into darkness have you freed, And as long as you and I keep it honest, will walk through the haze holding your hand. You see, I would rather drown in the ocean of an angel, Than a life without one on dry land. And if you promise to give me a chamber in your heart, I promise to stay forever. For there in the chamber is where the aura is; that ma

You are an angel in disguise, With the wisdom of Solomon and the experience of Methuselah, And as you about to turn 21, Know, the world is your oyster. You have got the looks of a goddess, And the heart of a saint, You are kind, intelligent, and nice, And for all I know ever humble and motherly As you soon would turns 21, May you continue to grow in wisdom, May you find friends who will help you stay maverick,  Not browbeaten by 3rd party dreads, And may you always be true to herself. For you are a rare gem, A diamond in the rough, And as you turns 21, The world stays your playground. So I wake to raise a toast, To you, amazingly Blessed, May you continue to shine, And light up the world.

This is a story about us. An ‘us’ that is perhaps a construction of my imagination: an artist wishfully in love with a girl who conceivably may not feel the same way as he does. It is the same as these thoughts of mine that also may be construed but not confirmed. Before you travelled, all of you, without reserve, presented a sweet, luscious, caring, and sensationally unrivalled. Everything about you was a dream; a conception of meeting an angel in human form made me pinch myself every morning to reaffirm I was not in dreamland. Your laughs was infectious, coming from a profound, sincere place and completely oozing with happiness and joy. You would have answers to anything I said to you without a thought of judgment or connotation and always have the equivalent weight of response to what was said. You continually displayed a never-could-be-cornered personality; often, you never answered questions straight, which was annoying but bizarrely sweet. It pushed me to want to convin