Broken
lifeless
like a tree burnt down
a grass grazed upon.
I knew someday I will pay
I feel the same pain.

When I am sad
everyone thinks I am happy
I am like a paper boat
that flows on water
as it is being soaked.

My heart thumps
my mind restless
and my soul wanders
in the sorrows and weight of my burden.

Iroko has its pride
and I crave to be like it
my world is filled with silence
like though it is made of graves
why do people see the outside
not caring about the inside.

My eyes portrude
to see the emptiness of my world
the strength behind my effort,
my legs seek to go beyond
but my body is lifeless.

Why am I shattered?!
the unknown torments my knowledge
people build a wall in the centre of me
I am not able to go neither here nor there
my life is dependent upon people
I am so broken
I am the same as a mirror
I only see what you put in front of me
but the back is a secret.

GALLERY.

GOD WILL ALWAYS STAND BY US.

LORD! Inspiree: DANCA CHRONICLES.

LORD! Inspiree: DANCA CHRONICLES.: I have spent my whole life thinking about myself and no one else, "What if she hates me? Whaif I end up messing up? I am alone in this ... Stay blessed.

DANCA CHRONICLES.

I have spent my whole life thinking about myself and no one else, "What if she hates me? Whaif I end up messing up? I am alone in this cruel world where depression is the order of the day.
  I smile on the outsidebut on the inside its a constant battle. I am determined to conquer but in actual fact what am I conquering? My head is boiling hot and my thoughts race constantly, "No one cares about you", I hear a voice say in my head.
 My life has been an everyday torment, when I knew not GOD, it was terrifying but when I knew GOD or met HIM, the torment came to a low key. I join a group and the next thing I know, I feel apart when I am there and together when I am apart. I wonder what makes others better and I only realise it is I that feels worse.
  I want to pray, read, sleep, I need a friend and I need no one, there are too many wants to know where exactly my direction is and the path I am to tread upon.
  I disappoint everyone but most especially I disappoint myself, I feel bad when people around me are sad but used when I do good to them.
  My world has been a fight from day one and it is true, no one knows what you are going through unless you let them know, they only understand what you show and tell them.
  If you ask me about friends, I will simply ask back, "Do they really exist?" I have been hurt too many times by the one friend I thought I could trust (myself), so, now all I see are people who try to make you happy when you are filled with so much sadness.
 I am sure your heart is filled with PITY for me, considering how miserable my life seems to be, well, do not have pity on me. My journey as only begun and I believe somewhere in my free heart that my Redeemer liveth and is coming for me *smile*. It does not end, I hope that you continue this journey with me as I make a chronicle of the vain (life). I am the Danca on a mission to conquer myself (bring my body to subjection), the worldand the vanity that eludes our soul.
            MY WEAPONS:   Holy Bible, prayer and praise, book and biro, talent, evangelism and inspiration, fun with the 'G' factor.
       REMEMBER: If you do not know me, do not judge me unless you have tried to know me.

A FAIRLESS WORLD.

We were given what we needed
by HE who created us
when we got into the world
we wanted more.

Man became selfless
man became selfish
we fought for our own
but never gave to those who needed it.

When our pains started
we all wondered why!
why why!!
are we in a selfless world?

GOD was fair to us
HE is fair to us
and will be fair to us
but when man cared less
we began to live
innothing but
a fairless world.

LORD! Inspiree: DANCA CHRONICLES.

LORD! Inspiree: DANCA CHRONICLES.:   Thunder and lightning strikes the whole town, the cry of a baby is heard, the Chief priests play the Harp welcoming the entrance of the...

DANCA CHRONICLES.

 

Thunder and lightning strikes the whole town, the cry of a baby is heard, the Chief priests play the Harp welcoming the entrance of the Danca.
    Her beauty so soft, scary fair, shinning diamond pearl. Her tears moved sweetly as the sweetness dripped from the rain. Her parents feared because her eyes were like no other(unique).
    She grew up of course, not as any ordinary person but as the beauty of the town.
  Her talent is wise, appreciateful common but different good. She danced swiftly, moved melodiously, she was charming, scary and scared, shy but sure.
 she never showed it though she hid it and danced for those who wanted to see. Troubled about the world, restless with her thoughts, she danced till the world noticed, not giving up her gold, she walked her way to high inspirations.
   This is my story, like I said before my name is Marie. St. Luke, I was the one who gave you the rules to become a star under the spotlight. Well, this is how I played mine according to the rules......Danca chronicles.