Lizzy's Haven

It is not that I do not know how to fight. It is that the little demons I fight, grow up overnight and muster the strength to defeat me.  It is not that I do not speak but the people seated with me, do not listen to what I say. It's almost like my voice has no sound or my words simply makes no sense.  It's not that I do not try but failure is guaranteed even before I set out to try.  Writing is my safe place, so I write but people do not read anymore and those that try to, don't read between the lines and so they miss the message.  I do not come to you by chance and I won't leave by chance. I walked to this point I am right before your eyes. You're too blind to see and too occupied to notice but the time keeps ticking and my weary walk continues till  it stops.  "Fight" they say but when does one win? "Speak out" they say but who truly listens?  "Try" but how hard does one have to try before it's enough?  I do not plan to faint in t...

 My greatest joy in life at the moment is that, I get to be an aunt to amazing nephews and nieces, who in their individuality and uniqueness, add a little more colour to my otherwise boring life. 😂😂 Well, I will be writing about one of them today, her name is Abundance.      I was having a very random conversation with my cousin this morning and I recalled my very funny moments with my little niece and we had a good laugh.  Abundance was age four at the time and she has a sister Praises, who is almost 3years older to her. Praises at age six/seven could spell very well and so when they visited with my other niece and nephew, I would naturally engage them in spelling bee but there was no one of them, who was more excited about this exercise than Abundance. She would always jump whenever I tell them to come to my room for spelling bee. I was intrigued by her excitement and went on to use her as an example to the other ones who didn't show ...

                        RAY OF HOPE

How many times have you asked God for something and then feel disappointed in the end because you think He didn't answer? But what if He answered but you were not even prepared for it? The fact that you asked, doesn't mean that you're ready for it.     Opportunity doesn't come to us because we deserve or ask for it. I think opportunities are everywhere and available to everyone but for you to see or get any opportunity, you have to first draw a mental picture of that which you want and have your mind at alert and get informed about where and how to look for such opportunity. I think opportunities exists with us in countless forms but if you're not prepared for it or consciously paint a mental picture of what you are looking for in your mind's eye, you will walk pass or even live with opportunities without knowing it. I do have a story to share and here it goes...      Over the years I have repeatedly visited my cousins in Asaba, Delta state and ...

                                                    ONOME  Her name was Onome, meaning "my own" and she had no owner and owned nothing. Her only inheritance was her pretty sorrowful smile, that made her the richest poor thing around. She lived in rags handed to her by her keepers. Keepers that led her to an unwanted rest in a six-feet castle of gold, decorated with many flowers than she ever needed. What a love !!! They over fed her, till her stomach groaned from emptiness. They where the proud inventors of her laughter that came with painful tears. Tears that she drank from until her thirst was quenched.  She sang of the good deeds they did, to hurt her whole being. They dressed her in a beautiful transparent gown, before the hungry eyes of onlookers and her cry was a melody to their ears. The rare times when pleasure meets pain....

                         WAKE ME UP I stand watching these evil angels imprison the fate of the innocent people  They blew up a thousand lives with one "boom" sound, thousands turned millions in a wink. They cruelly sent bullets to the chests of these unarmed people, like they were injections curing them from a disease and with a million helpless screams a large pool of blood was formed. Wake Me Up  Fathers "choicelessly" stayed absent from family meetings. Parents shivered watching their babies lie still like logs. No words uttered but a million hearts were hopelessly shattered and they drowned themselves in a bitter pool of tears. Wake Me Up  They held some unfortunate victims down in a jungle and fearfully they begged for their lives to be spared. Their throats dried with no hope to be watered and many notes is their saviour to come. Wake Me Up  The green land once beautiful, is now an ocean of blood...

              WHEN TOMORROW COMES When tomorrow comes It will be just  yesterday that it all began My shattered story now united in the           Pages of my memory        My story has many parts, colours and           shapes...blue, black, good and ugly.  When tomorrow comes and my                     youngselves sit around the table With their ears in their hands  My mouth will tell the colourful                     imperfect story that birthed and                   made me.  When tomorrow comes and                           yesterday becomes impossible to travel to  I will stand in your midst with my      ...