OLUWAJIMI . J . THORPE

Tell me no more of thy love, papeeha, Wouldst thou recall to my heart, papeeha, Dreams of delight that are gone, When swift to my side came the feet of my lover With stars of the dusk and the dawn? I see the soft wings of the clouds on the river, And jewelled with raindrops the mango-leaves quiver, And tender boughs flower on the plain..... But what is their beauty to me, papeeha, Beauty of blossom and shower, papeeha, That brings not my lover again? Tell me no more of thy love, papeeha, Wouldst thou revive in my heart, papeeha Grief for the joy that is gone? I hear the bright peacock in glimmering woodlands Cry to its mate in the dawn; I hear the black koel's slow, tremulous wooing, And sweet in the gardens the calling and cooing Of passionate bulbul and dove.... But what is their music to me, papeeha Songs of their laughter and love, papeeha, To me, forsaken of love? Artwork by; Dudu Emmanuel

Respect in a relationship determines a lot. When couples respect each other, the relationship will grow stronger with each passing day. It’s important for both couples to have respect for each other. Here are five ways to make your girlfriend respect you. 1. Be more independent The act of depending on your parents or other family members is something that never works well when it comes to achieving respect from your girlfriend. By being independent and not expecting the people around you to do everything for you, you will earn her respect. 2. Respect her even when she is not around Respect should not just be present when someone is with you. Rather, respect should be extended even when she is not around. Disrespecting her when she is not around will make her change her perception of you and this might lead to losing her respect towards you. 3. Respect yourself Don’t expect to be respected if you cannot respect yourself. You can only earn your girlfrien...

My life is a movie and everyone's watching So let's get to the good part and past all the nonsense Sometimes it's hard to do the right thing When the pressure's coming down like lightning It's like they want me to be perfect When they don't even know that I'm hurting This life's not easy, I'm not made out of steel Don't forget that I'm human, don't forget that I'm real Act like you know me, but you never will But there's one thing that I know for sure I'll show you I'll show you I'll show you I'll show you I got to learn things, learn them the hard way Gotta see what it feels like, no matter what they say Sometimes it's hard to do the right thing When the pressure's coming down like lightning It's like they want me to be perfect When they don't even know that I'm hurting This life's not easy, I'm not made out of steel Don't forget that I'm hu...

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed- and gazed- but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.

I marvel how Nature could ever find space  For so many strange contrasts in one human face:  There's thought and no thought, and there's paleness and bloom  And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom.  There's weakness, and strength both redundant and vain;  Such strength as, if ever affliction and pain  Could pierce through a temper that's soft to disease,  Would be rational peace--a philosopher's ease.  There's indifference, alike when he fails or succeeds,  And attention full ten times as much as there needs;  Pride where there's no envy, there's so much of joy;  And mildness, and spirit both forward and coy.  There's freedom, and sometimes a diffident stare  Of shame scarcely seeming to know that she's there,  There's virtue, the title it surely may claim,  Yet wants heaven knows what to be worthy the name.  This picture from nature may seem to depart,...