The Inexplicable Problem

After a traumatic work day
Going back to my humble home
A familiar cry reaches the ear
Oh! It’s the sound of my mobile phone

“Who could this be”? I questioned
It’s a call from a private number
“Its I… I’ll call you…” was all she said
But the voice was far too familiar

Though it wasn’t a normal flash
The voice produced too many pictures
I ran my memory in a speedy form
But none matches such eloquent features

Whose fault then was it?
Mine! Or that of the caller
Was it the network coverage?
Or that of the moving car

Had I known, would have trekked home
No! Jumped out of the car in motion
If only she wouldn’t call me back
Wouldn’t have been in this commotion

Though it gives me great thought
And lots of funny inspiration to write
That was the longest suspense of all
My ceiling had a million sheets that night

Could this be the caller’s intention?
To know the state of my patience
But if a vital message is to be passed
Then why this inconsequential suspense

But whatever this is
Chaos is the state of my mind
I wait meticulously for her call again
If only this poem she would find

Written By: Caleb A. O.

+ 234-8026755943

belaciano007@hotmail.com

P. O. Box 8021 Wuse, Abuja, Nigeria

Zip Code-900271 Maitama, Abuja, Nigeria

Salty Coffee

Wrote this poem and feel it could bless your heart as you read. Many are like that and I know many ladies have either gotten their man or rejected their Man through this means. However, Life is short lets leave the best today.

He met this wench in a lobby

She was outstanding and pretty

Many dudes had tried to date her

But none was lucky in her vicinity

Luckily, at the dusk of a work day

An invitation was set for a coffee

With politeness and surprise she agreed

Amazed as she asked “who is he”?

They both sat nervous and timid

No one seem to ignite a conversation

She felt uncomfortable and opt to leave

Soon inspiration struck his imagination

“Salt for coffee” he timidly demanded

All around were swept to their feet

He went further to add a pinch

And soon goggle all of it

She was stoned and curiously asked

Why he took this to be part of him

Soon the story of his childhood emerged

And her curiosity was satisfied to the brim

“Growing up by the seaside

Salt, to my imaginations enlightens

And at the taste of a Salty Coffee

The love story of my childhood awakens”

That story lingered in her mind

Till at the alter she told him “yes”

He was the luckiest man in that hood

All considered the oddball as the best

They both shared a strange fate

That has no price tag or fee

Living happily ever after

Thanks to that taste of Salty Coffee

Written By: Caleb A. O.

+ 234-8026755943

belaciano007@hotmail.com

P. O. Box 8021 Wuse, Abuja, Nigeria

Zip Code-900271 Maitama, Abuja, Nigeria

STAY IN THE GAME IF YOU WANT TO WIN

"If you want to play the B-Ball, you have got to play it with the Big-Boys". The more you try, the greater your chance of succeeding. The law of averages is in you.

Taking a risk is often your first necessary step toward success. If you don't take some risks, you won't get the chance to succeed. While you are trying, you are winning.

Never get discouraged. Every wrong attempt is another step forward.People that make no mistakes usually don't make anything. Make up your mind not merely to overcome a thousand obstacles, but to win in spite of a thousand defeats. Your mistakes are stepping stones to success and your installment payments to victory.

You can't be a winner and be afraid to lose. All you have to do is stay in the GAME and have a fruitful week.

Caleb A. O.

08026755943

belacano007@hotmail.com