we all need to...

we all need time to grow
space to show,
but do we really know if we should go fast or slow?

we all need time to mature
so we can fervently nurture,
the amazing gifts of nature even with steps of which we're not so sure

we all need to feel pain
so that through life's journey,
there's something to retain as sincerity with efforts doesn't really end in vain

we all need to know our stand
even as we shudder at falling through quick sand,
to reach out for any hand yet the cry from inside we don't want to understand

we all need to retrace
hence to pick up pace,
not really by being in haste so in the end we all can wear a happy face

by (Babangida Yakubu)

Her Life

she was full of strength and valor
living life to the fullest
with no regrets till now

a moment of pleasure stole her splendor
and painted her with guilt and shame
her present condition has made her vulnerable
making it tough for her to handle the squabble

what has she done?
a question she has to answer
a prominent part of her body is enlarging
growing in size as the days go passing

she's just sixteen and completely unprepared
to make a decision to suit her demise
her partner of pleasure has denied responsibility
he's only eighteen and must save his life's tranquility

either keep it or kill it
she can barely decide
her parents are blowing the issue out of proportion
making her choice to lean towards the later

she's torn between two choices...
(to be continued)
crying pencils