HATE

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that, Martin luther king jnr,

The word hate is the end point of the excercise of envy. The seed of hate is initialy planted as jelousy and when watered with the water of enmity it metarmorphoses into a big tree of hate. Things that trigger hate are often trivialities. The tree of hate has a very stong tap root of grudge that holds the tree firmly to the ground; the tree has tleaves of fury, branches of overwhelming wickedness!

Intrestingly, hate has crippled more than it has made to walk, hate has blinded more than it has given sight, hate has killed more than it has given life. Overtime,there has always been a very thing line between love and hate. It doesn’t take anything to slip off the line of hate and fall on love!

Finaly,hate isnt a good spice that should be added into the pot of happy living. The hate spice will simply spoil the awesome soup of good living! Live a hate free life today!

Hate isnt life!

Hate is crap!

Hate is a sin!

I WISH

Dear diary, you know I haven't seen adaora for years now! This morning, I was walking down the road heading to the bank , my ears heard a voice that it hasn't heard for some years now,
"oh my god is that adaoras scintillating voice I asked myself"
I turned swiftly with immediate alacrity, behold I saw adaora across the road looking gorgeous. Her face radiated beauty, her penetrative eyes scattered the gates of my heart, her skin looking polished, I could percieve h...er mouth watering scent from the other side of the main road, her hair was silky and dark! She was waving gently with her right hand, my crave was to see her left hand to know if there is a round steel in her ring finger.

I beckoned her to come over to the other side of the road while I was answering a call, out of excitement, adaora ran into a vehicle and the worst happened. I saw the definition of beauty lying lifeless on the coal tar, her dark hair painted with her crimson red blood, I could see her tendons, her eyes popped out of the eye socket, her right hand was on the other side of the road, she was in a sorry situation!

I was gone! The bones in my body couldn't carry me again, I was shivering, goosebumps clothed me, I bellowed "adaora adaora!! My adorable adaora don't go like this" my voice was mixed with the beat of sorrow, I wished I didn't tell her to cross over,i wish I didn't see her, I wished it was a dream, I wished I didn't wake up that day to go to the bank! I WISH I GET OVER THIS TRAUMA SOONEST!

I wish you see it as a fiction!!