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The Way of the Heart

Posted in Mandarin Musings with tags , , , , on July 2, 2014 by O.S-Hughes

14A few months ago I talked about posting the workings of a particular heart, beneath is  something just as good and possibly even better than what I started writting last year.

Enjoy The Way Of  The Heart by Sehindemi my long lost friend, if you are a regular on here, you might remember him from his post Yellow Moon.

The title Yellow Moon  was inspired by his favourite Japanese Song

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Bisous ~ O.S-H

 

The Way of the Heart

She runs…no, she flies, hardly feeling the ground beneath my feet, stirring me to move faster than I ever could have imagined, she beats wildly in my chest, a trapped bird seeking to free herself of my vile cage, needing to express a desire denied her for so long, this is the moment she has been waiting for, but why it is so important I dare not think about, for I am a man snared by the handcuffs of reality, the eternal enemy of illusion, life is complex enough, no need to complicate it even further…but oh, how she has a way of defying my will, and for some reason, she has now set her sights on the most matchless of all the creatures known to man:

 

Sweeter than honey this lady is to the heart yet bitter as bile to the mind, flowing as the Nile to drown and blind all reason, she sweeps all in her wild currents for better or worse, so pick your poison, for at one time or another she rules us all, revealing herself in diverse forms, she is known by many names:

Those ancient fathers of thought called her Storge, the morning star of Aurora, which lights up every being that plunges into the troubled sea of this dark world, bestowing precious gifts of the soul, that thread of natural affection which binds others to us in strong bonds of undying devotion.

 

Nevertheless, beloved Storge, do tell me, can a mother forget her own child; indeed she can, so it might appear that even you are not quite enough, for when dawn is past and the blight of heat is felt, you just might melt; but why should I lament the cards I have been dealt, for here comes lovely Philia.

Philia the brilliance of noon, that knitting of souls, noble and virtuous, where trust is everything and loyalty is second to none, a friend that sticks closer than a brother; oh Philia, was it not you who struck brave Jonathan-that prince of old-so that he loved David more than his own soul and gave his sword and armor, scorning his own father, exposing himself to the whims of evil; but still, dear Philia, I have heard it told that no greater love has a man than he who lays down his life for his friends; why then did honorable Jonathan after realizing that his father was determined to kill David return to the city instead of going into exile with his dearest friend, refusing to be called the son of the king and choosing to suffer hardship rather than enjoy the pleasures of the palace for a time, prizing the shame of David a greater treasure than all the honors of a prince; oh Philia, where lies your sacrifice, or do your rising waters not run deep, will you too not suffice; but all is not lost, for my eyes now see an even more stunning lady coming my way, and I have heard it said far and wide that one has never known the woman until you have known her as Eros.

Eros, the luminous twilight of madness, the vitality of life, that insatiable desire and longing, a fiery arrow flying true to strike the marrow of one’s deepest parts, turning the wisest into fools and fools into the wise; oh Eros, was it not you who blinded that great giant-killer so that he looked down on she bathing and was overcome with such passion that he forgot his first love, how he murdered her husband in his frenzy and knew not what he had done till the spell was broken, the veil lifted from his eyes; what madness, does shameful Cupid truly rule us all? if I shed a tear for every time Eros conquered me, I would fill a lake of despair, begging forgiveness from every woman I have ever cared for, seeing as in this case I am the victim, a slave to passion, where shall I find release from being trapped in her fray, for surely there has to be a better way…

Agape, you say…

So…this is where she was heading, this is why she was in such a hurry, to meet up with this ghost from our past, a vision impossible to forget: here she stands looking beautiful and mystified, but not for long; slowly but surely, that dazzling smile of hers appears, grinding my fears, blinding my sight, a light shining into the winding darkness of my plight.

Why have you come?

I am not quite sure…I think I was led here by a dream.

What was it about?

Of a girl I loved, though I woke up to realize it wasn’t a kind of love I have known before.

And you came here? Why?

I suppose I was trying to live my dream.

But I am not a dream; I am real. So you must choose between us: the girl you loved in your dream; or me standing before you right here and now.

Can’t you both be one and the same?

No, we can never be the same. I can never measure up to her, so you’re just going to have to take me as I am, with the good and bad, accepting that I will never quite be exactly what you expect, because I am only human, so you must be patient with  me, believe in me, place your hopes in me, not constantly finding fault and storing up my wrongs against me. You must love me…

…Unconditionally?

Yes. Can you?

I don’t see how. Only God can do such a thing.

But…?

…I definitely will try. It’s not like I have a choice.

The heart wants what the heart wants; that is her way.

And…?

…real love should be unconditional.

This is Agape, the true love; the love we all ache for.

It is…

…The way of the heart….

 

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Love Is…

Posted in Raspberry Rants! with tags , on March 19, 2014 by O.S-Hughes

Love is -C.S. Lewis

UPDATE!

I love this Carton so much and after reblogging the cartoon from  Henrietta’s Musing’s , I was not satisfied, so I decided to google Zen Pencils to find out more.

Guess what I found  the cartoon was inspired by a great man I paid tribute to in my post

{ which in summary, talks about ‘time’ and how we spend the time that we’ve been given.} Its non other than  C.S. LEWIS.

To Love at all is to be Vunerable.

Many of us hate to exhibt weakness or put in plain naij speak, we hate for anyone to find our mumu button because there’s every chance they’ll misuse it and every other chance they’ll be our BEST yet.
I love this cartoon mostly because it talks about the Heart and boy do I have a few things to say about a Heart I know or atleast I think I do.
I really loved watching his most famous work” The Chronicles of Narnia” as a child, like I could not wait for four o’çlock because that was when NTA started broadcasting programmes for Children.  Since I’ve gotten older I told myself I would take out time and dig deeper. Read more . Read the screwtape letters. I’m still slacking.

From ZEN Pencils

C.S. Lewis (1898-1963) was an Irish author most famous for the Chronicles of Narnia series. He was also a noted poet, critic and served as professor of English Literature at Oxford for 29 years. An atheist as a young man, Lewis would later  find his faith and go on to become one of the most important Christian authors of the 20th Century. I loved the Narnia books as a child and it’s interesting to find out now that the plot and characters were inspired by the Bible. 

The full version of this quote, taken from Lewis’s book, The Four Loves, reads:

“To love at all is to be vulnerable.  Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside of Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.”

Henrietta's Musing's

Love Is...

Browsing the web being a blog whore (lol) and saw this on quickmeme.. Quite apt.

I can relate to this totally but on the bright side, it only gets better but when your heart is broken and you get told ‘it will get better’, it sounds like nonsense…

Thankful for love

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“Mo Ni Fe Re”

Posted in Raspberry Rants! with tags , , , , on February 14, 2014 by O.S-Hughes

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‘Happy Valentine’s Day!!! My Good people! and Happy New year to you too, I hope your year is up to a beautiful start.

 I  certainly have perfected the art of retreating into my shell and not sharing my many thoughts with you.

I’m hoping that this year will be different and I will no longer wear my “introvertedness” as a quilt. 

I do have one story I’ll share with you before the first quarter is over.Its a story about a Heart I know or at least I think know.

The best way to summarise it would be to say something along the lines of ” The Fine Art of Leaping ” Or This Heart Leaped! ” I haven’t decided which accurately describes it. I’m still tinkering with the idea of making it a two or three-part post.

Now that’s’ out of the way, I read  the Sonnet below  earlier on today and I believe it will be unkind of me, if I fail to share it with you. It made me smile, and giggle.  Yes I am a softie and I absolutely Love LOVE!!!

Enjoy!

Before you start reading Chiedu’s Sonnet, I just have to say I have a thing for  Love expressed in its pure and most  indigenous form. Think of the words from Tosin Martin’s “Olo Mi ” ,  Dipo’s  “Be Your Man”  or Asa’s  “Bamidele”, I’ve always believed that expressing emotions indigenously  (especially Yoruba)  carries more weight.  I also have a thing for Pomegranates, I don’t know what it with this fruit but it makes me happy…ok bye.

Bisous!

 “Mo Ni Fe Re”   Words by Chiedu Ifeozo

The phone rings and its you

My heart sings, this is true

But I act like it doesn’t mean a thing

Like your voice isn’t my medicine

E karo

 I can’t wait to see your face

And feel the lines on your palm

Kiss your smile

Chill for a while

 

Mo ni fe re

Words simply cant explain

You get me, such beauty in simplicity

You hold me up, when I’m uncertain

You’re there, no matter how far away

 

Jo soro die die

 

I want to savor every second

The weight of every word

The depth of every emotion

This feeling,

Duro

Don’t go away again,

please wait,

I hate missing you this way

I keep counting down the days

 

Mo wa nibi yi

O wa ni be

I wake up to your call

I only wish you were here

But your voice rescues me

And I know it’ll be a good day

 

O se

 

Even when I make mistakes

You see the sun behind the eclipse

And for that I’ll always be thankful

Your love for me is beautiful

 

O dara pupo

What’s cool is even with everything

The one thing I cant live without is you

Everyday you make me feel like a winner

Its clear, you only make me better

 

Oluwa ti fun mi layo, Ayo mi tun de

Everyday I thank God I found you

 

Ma ri e laipe

Mo ni fe re

Better Nights, Better Times, Better Days

Posted in Cinnamon Coated with tags , , , , on February 28, 2013 by O.S-Hughes

 

 Doyin

‘ Kiss my forehead’, I said ‘See you later’.
Later never happened.
I watched him go board the plane.
That was the beginning of the end.

‘I don’t know where this is going’ he said.
He no longer held my hand in the park
I smiled away the tears
That was the beginning of the end.

‘How will you prove you love me?’ He asked.
I prayed and cooked and talked and laughed and kissed.
He wanted something more.
That was the end.

Here’s who I am –
A lover, a giver, a firecracker, a gem
Here’s what’s to come –
Better Nights, Better Times, Better Days
__________
Isha 
ishashotgist.blogspot.com

Isha is speaking my heart !!!!!!!!

Like she took my story and told it better than I ever could.

Its   happening all over again.

[( click to read) very amusing  that I wrote   in the month of love some two years ago.

How does something so rare die?

  Love like a Rose: needs attention [pruning] air, sunlight , food [communication]. Roses like relationships take quality time, concentration & emotional energy.

Many a “Rose” [beautiful relationships/friendships]  have been chopped off in their prime…before they ever blossomed !

Did you know a wound takes longer to heal when it’s covered up? Its more likely to get worse because its been allowed to fester…..

you starve it of air/oxygen/life  in hopes that it dies but rather than die it becomes much worse than when you put the first band-aid on…………

…………………………………………………………………………..

To Better Nights, Better Times, Better Days!

~

Olatanwa

Love, according to a Yoruba proverb…

Posted in Raspberry Rants! with tags , , on September 28, 2012 by O.S-Hughes

 the one thing that’s invisible on the cups in the picture is the inscription

“Why can’t you see it”

I was doing jovial ‘ofofo’ (a.k.a amebo, tatafo, aproko) with my bosses sometime last week, when one of them said the following proverb:

“Eni ti won ba n mu’yawo wa ba o ki n na ga”.

It wasn’t until a few days after that I realized that somehow, God has made him say that proverb for my benefit.

Literally, it means – “The person for whom a wife is being brought doesn’t stretch his neck [anxiously looking to see when she arrives]”. And the ‘deep’ meaning is that Patience is a Virtue.

Let me explain why this is important. Recently, I’ve been spending a lot of emotional energy on a certain fellow who ‘fits me perfectly’ (in my own eyes). I haven’t fallen in love with him, since love is a decisive choice; but I know I won’t have a problem with that if it came to it. So, being the go-getter that I am, I’d been dropping all the subtle hints and basically letting him know I was ‘feeling his Persona ‘ without really saying it. The guy has been playing hard to get sha. He’d do all these pretty nice things for/to me, and then switch to stonecold mode like nothing dey dia. Then, he’d decide not to even talk to me at all. A girl can take a hint now – ‘He’s Just Not That Into Me’.

So, I’d been sulking about his fronting for a bit, then I appropriated my oga’s proverb and felt a lot better. They say ‘if you love sometimes you have to let go, but if it comes back then it means so much more’. Love is a pretty strong word to use for now, but you get my drift sha.

Anywho, the moral lesson of my gist is that I know for sure that my husband go come, that God is gonna come and give him to me. So, I don’t need to be stretching neck. Shikena. I’ll just keeping working to make myself a Proverbs 31 woman.

Happy Holidays y’all. (Did another 10km today. I’m on fire! Lol). Have a blessed weekend!
__________
Isha
ishashotgist.blogspot.com

UPDATE: January 11, 2013 at 10:41 am

O.S-Hughes : I just reread this post by Isha and two things come to mind.

Everything Good Will Come by Sefi Atta.

My favourite scripture, which I believe is self explanatory Habakkuk 2:3.

For the vision is yet for an appointed time;
But at the end it will speak, and it will not lie.
Though it tarries, wait for it;
Because it will surely come,
It will not tarry.

L e a p i n g!

Posted in Cinnamon Coated with tags , , , , , on February 29, 2012 by O.S-Hughes

Now in this leap year on this 29th day of february.
albeit a different season , setting & sailor
This Heart has reasons that Reason knows nothing of…
For This Heart has chosen to leap without the safety of an anchor..&
This woman loves the weight of you on her mind..
She wants to peel each layer of your complexity like an onion.
so she can finally see all of you with renewed vision .
She longs to pray with you…
Clown around with you..
Cook with you..
This Heart asks that you walk alongside her till the end of time.
But the Head constantly cautions this Heart.
O Heart where is your anchor???
in response
she reiterates…
This I know for sure
If all else fails…
“We’ll always have Accra

This verse has a soundtrack. Some glitches have prevented me from uploading it.

Can I Walk With You ~ India Arie.

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