L.A.M.P. (Nose Noise)

LAUGH AT MY PAIN (Nose Noise) There’s something magical and enchanting about waking up to a brand new and colorful day. Nature is just a grand universal orchestra – trees in their evergreen state dancing to the cool beats of the luscious breeze, pleasantly sonorous birds decorating the skies and the warm caress of the golden rays of the sun. This would describe a perfect fairytale morning,...

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L.A.M.P (Barber Blues)

LAUGH AT MY PAIN (Barber Blues) Traveling has become one of my many hobbies - new views, new people, new thrills, new air. There’s just this enthralling aroma that oozes out of Mother Nature’s kitchen whenever I travel. As much as I love it, moving to new places always poses new challenges like getting a favorite tailor, a preferred draper, locating a shop that has every basic thing you need,...

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L.A.M.P. (Tailor Tales)

LAUGH AT MY PAIN (Tailor Tales) As a guy, the ship has long sailed when I used to imagine and expect the cold and shriveled hands of heartbreak and betrayal to surge from girls alone. In this lackluster part of the world, one welder or bricklayer can actually make a grown man cry and roll on the floor. I think the practice of the art of heartlessness has become a hobby in this receding...

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L.A.M.P. (Girl Version)

LAUGH AT MY PAIN (Girl Version) Brace yourself, for this is not just any regular story… Actually, it is. I just discovered I suck at opening my stories and I thought to spice it up but yep, I still suck. Anyway, here goes… Like I keep saying, roughly about a decade ago, when the word ‘shy’ was looked up in the dictionary, any one at all, you would see a picture of me looking at the...

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Last Strands of Hope

I had zoned out. These notes were unbelievably dirty yet so pure. I sat on that park bench with my earphones nodding in agreement to every vibration that staggered off the saxophone, drums, keyboard and the bass with a well pronounced grimace that expressed how much of my mind had involuntarily and unconsciously gamboled to every note. I usually come out here for the cool breeze, the serenity and...

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Being Me

I don’t know how he did it; did he go down on one knee? Pensively, I think he’s ironically, too old-fashioned for such chivalry. I’ve seen his old pictures though, he also rocked the 60s look, you know, the well combed afro, bell-bottomed pants, high wedge-heel shoes and, of course, the stalwart bicycle. Considering this, he may have used the one-knee skill because at his age, he may have wanted...

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Monday Blues (Ajuwaya Remix)

My goal has always been to go to school, get a sound education, get a job, get rich, get married, get rich, have kids and get rich. It’s a very simple laid out plan, no complications and no complexities, very straight forward. I’m writing this and even my emotion is writhing in the pain because nobody told me the truth about that one year pause or hitch to my plan. My life timetable had been...

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