He graced my morning lightly with a kiss
Gentle and kind on the temple
His soft lips blessed my day
Then with a twinkle sparkling bright in his kind eyes
He kissed me deep and wet
Heavily soaked
I drowned in (his) love
Happy Friday friends!!! Hope it’s a great one 
. Hugs and love!
Saturday stole my heart
In the midst of summer’s cold rain
Washed by it’s immense quiet
I lost myself in a book or two
Imagination taking me past 2pm
And prosaic wifely duties
In absolute darkness I sit
Awaiting your caress
Silent prayers whispered
That mundane thoughts soon will turn to words
Fatigue clouding my cognitive
Obscurity still stealing the show
I long for the days when words flowed
Like rivers of many water
Pens running dry at the sight of paper
Inks wasted not night after night
Blisters and finger sores
A sign of victory
Wisely masked between metaphors
And Sunday’s steamy nights
I have missed writing And hope ink from my felt pen & Blood from my fingertips spill desire and passion Onto blank screens & papers soon... *I found my way onto this blog tonight and my heart smiled as words formed in my head
It’s that time of the week again, Friday fictioneer par Rochelle, and this week’s photo is courtesy of Jennifer Pendergast. I came up with this fictional story that is not the best but is the best I could come up with. Comments and constructive criticisms are very much welcome, and feel very free to join in the fun and participate. THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS STOPPING BY. Blessings for a great weekend!
Image courtesy of Jennifer Pendergast.
Bunmi squinted… after only 3 hours of sleep she could barely keep her tired eyes open. It didn’t help that the snowstorm had caused power outage and her glasses were still missing.
Reaching over in the dark for her phone, she checked her email…there was a message from Rochelle. She tried to stare at the image but there was no use, it was hard to see…it looked like a giant candle to her, but after the doctor’s results on her eyes it really could be anything…
She rubbed her tired eyes again as a tiny voice called for her in the dark…the unknown image in the email bothered her…she wanted to know what it was…she wanted the lights back, and her vision right…
Women are carriers of destinies Generations, hopes, dreams and bright futures They are pillars of society Beautiful stones set in the sand for greatness They are power love life nature Hopes dreams and their fulfillment Season in season out Generation now to before these times From lowly villages in unsung towns To corporate towers in Shanghai high Women are carriers of destinies Pillars of firm and true foundations Season in and season out Tried and ever true They are love life nature Pillars of our world’s firm foundation
Written for International Women’s Day, 3/8/13. Thanks Susan!!!
Congratulations to Ms. Cathy Ulrich, winner of the anniversary giveaway…and as a bonus for being my longest reader, and for a while silent follower Ms.Rosy Shea also gets a small token of love, and appreciation.
MANY THANKS TO YOU FOR THE LOVE, SUPPORT, FRIENDSHIP, ENCOURAGEMENT, AND SO MUCH MORE. I had planned to take today’s post to the next level by doing a video with me reading one of my poems, and then expressing some words from my heart, but I didn’t get to it (or maybe i chickened out). Still my heart thanks you all so much.
Glasses raised to you. God bless
Love always
Boomie Bol
It seems only like yesterday when I grew an extra set of balls and decided to birth this baby. In about a week or so (2/17/13), my blog will be 1 and being the “profound” thinker that I am, I have been reflecting over the past year, and what this space means to me. The journey of this blog has been eye opening, exciting, and challenging to say the least. It has been absolute FUN, and brought such growth to me and my abilities as an aspiring writer.
I have God, and you all to thank for that. In all my deep profound thinking, I thought since I like celebrations (I really am like a 5 year old when my birthday is a few days away), I thought I’d start the upcoming anniversary celebration with a giveaway….YAY!!! HURRAY!!! Giveaways are the best…even though I never win anything . But it’s not about me winning; this is about you winning a special gift from moi. (A humble thank you of sorts)
Here’s the catch…you must follow me on twitter, like my Facebook page on the right hand corner…and in a few words tell me how my blog has impacted you in the past year…(I have to make you work for it right?). There are so many wonderful readers of this blog, and I really wish I was Oprah right now, so I could give each and every one of you a car or something but…well you know I am not, and I can’t.
The giveaway is open from now till Friday the 15th of February 2013…THANKS TO YOU ALL SO MUCH.
Love &Light
Boomie Bol
2013
It’s time for Friday Fictioneers par Rochelle, and this week’s photo is courtesy of Rich Voza. Today marks the 12th year anniversary of my mom’s passing; so I wrote this two pieces of fiction in her kind honor. As always please feel free too participate, have a safe and lovely weekend. THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS STOPPING BY!!!
image courtesy of Rich Voza
STORY 1
“Àjò kò le dà b’ilé” Mother always said…
I left Lagos for the UK at 16, and swore never to return…Mother was all I had and even though it broke her heart, it had to be done. I was going to live in a better world, become a doctor and take care of her…She would be a phone call away….
20 years have passed, and I still have not seen mother…I sent her money, gifts and such…she was a phone call away…
The sun set abruptly on her time as it now sets outside my Lagos bound flight…tears in my lonely heart…
Mother forever out of reach…
STORY 2
Ilé labo àjò…mama always said.
After 20years in the white man’s land, it was time to go back home. Watching the sun set on the Boeing 747, my mind took an account of the past years…the sun had set on my time away from home with nothing but smooth brown sand skin to show for it…people who knew and loved me had gone like the wind blowing over barren lands…
There was no use…it was time to go back home…
Mama always said Ilé labo àjò …it was time for me to return home.
Notes:
Àjò kò le dà b’ilé” – No place like home
Ilé labo àjò – After a journey, we must still return home
Rest in Peace MOM, love you always!!!
