I woke with a start today From a most horrific nightmare As I lay luxuriating in bed I'd watched you pack U had to embark on a vacation without me Just a couple of months you'd assured
Like a child to the mom I nodded my approval Ere my mind grasped your message It was a couple of months you'd said Then I'd reflected on the import And I thot I'd been dreaming in my dream!
And I'd reached for my guitar Sure you know I could play the odd tune And I could feel the tears well up As I stroked the strings to sing "Tell me, you're coming back soon Please don't forget me 'Cause I wanna be with you Mandy, tell me you're comin' back soon Then while you're gone The days won't seem so long..."
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
Were it up to my lovesick heart I'd stay right here in your arms Which comforts loves and reassures But often times some duties call Tis but too taxing, yeah to ignore
With each passing day and night Too fond of you have I become Every minute every hour and every day The way you laugh the way you love Will be the captive of my thoughts
The thought of you gives hunger pangs I take along the musky essence of you Etched forever in my heart and mind I'll make haste to return to you T'will be a passionate reunion this I know
But let me ask this least of you Would you miss me that much As I'll miss you with my every heartbeat? Keeping passion's fire a-glowing Till I come back enfolded in your arms?
Every time we say goodbye I die a little Life is a compromise they tell me So I must accept the months of aloneness "The swallows have left My cold sunless country" Is the one song that comes to mind For U I'll say "No te olvides de mi"
I know you'd want me at the airport But I don't feel my legs can carry me For I'd feel like a giant on mosquitoe legs But If I do make it to the airport I will leave you softly For my heart will break If you should wave goodbye And see me go.....
Sofly, Long before you miss me Long before your arms Can beg me stay For one more hour Or one more day(lol)
Softly, I'll leave you softly After all these times I can't bear the tears to fall So softly as I leave you there Yes very softly I'll leave you there
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
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In the wee small hours Of the morning While the whole wide world Is fast asleep You lie awake And you think about the girl And never ever think Of counting sheep
When your lonely heart Has learned its lesson You'd be hers If only she could call In the wee small hours Of the morning That's the time you miss her Most of all...
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
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Tis true for sure, they say and write That absence makes the heart grow fonder Every second, hour, and moment of the day The thought of you torment my mind I starred and and listened for your voice I was good at being blue and missing you
Now that I'm finally back in your arms Re-united in fervent love as ever Basking in the after-glows of our love Glowing in warmth, my blues are gone In the wee hours of this cheery morn We cheered with contented laughters
I bet you can hardly Recognise the room Since all the pictures Have different frames now I had to keep busy somehow It sure hurts to be alone!
I indulged in the occasional stroll And I bumped into the oba of egbeomo Who landed me on my back(lol) He sure caught me unawares Here's my verdict if you care He is a cross between Abacha n Aremu! An uncouth dictator, and a baby tyrant!
I'm glad you liked your flowers I'd plucked them from the garden And to see those eyes light up In joyous appreciation Left me with a warm glow In the inside Ah! to behold those twinkle again!
I could say so many things But never could I explain How on earth I coped Without you It was tortuous, a mini death(lol) But for the decor, I'd say I ceased to breathe while U were gone
I'm glad you're back baby when you get your voice back You'll sing me a moonlight serenade You know the egwu onwa which only you can sing I can't wait to hear U sing O please sing my baby sing 4 me!
[ 10, 2001: Message edited by: Ohafia Udumeze ]
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
Yeah, my tongue was tied, my heart skipped As I beheld your ingenious artistry That brought our rusty pictures back to life As proud of you as ever, I felt
I vow to thee as ever as I live Those antsy bites of Egbeomo Oba Shall neither cut nor scrape nor hurt you Our Diety had a sweet date with Abacha The next one is with Aremu, he consoles This uncouth baby dictator stands no chance Even as the eery bells tolls for him
Those flowers, oh so very beautiful I love them best, the forget-me-nots. They make me remember, do they not? Our chancy love-at-first-sight encounter With that gorgeous flower, you said goodnight
Lots of things I could say Lots of crazy questions I could ask Each moment I thought of you I died a little Missed you so much it didn't let me be For now, I'm content just at your sight
The best serenade I have is yours As soon as I regain my calm My voice, my wit, and my strenght That alluring egwu onwa song I'll sing That holds you captive all night long
I nearly fainted with laughter at your comment. You sef!
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
For once in my life I have someone who needs me Someone I've needed so long for once unafraid I can go where life leads me And somehow I know I'll be strong
For once I can touch What my heart used to dream of Long before I knew someone warm like you would make my dreams come true
For once in my life I won't let sorrow hurt me Not like it's hurt me before for once I have something I know won't desert me And I'm not alone anymore
For once I can say This is mine, you can't take it long as I know I have love I can make it For once in my life I have someone who needs me
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
Imo Imo amambe amambembe amambe Oburu mu mere ihe ahu amambe amambe mbe amambe Imo kporo mu amambe amambe mbe amambe M'obughi mu mere ihe ahu amambe amambe mbe amambe Imo ghara mu amambe amambe mbe amambe
Nkea bu maka Eze Onye ekwurulem, Onye akaralam@egbeomoduduwa.com
Eze Mmetu I biala mmetu Anu ukwu ama n'onya ree, mmetu Anu nta ama n'onya ree, Mmetu Mmetu para anu ha wee rie, mmetu
Ya buru n'ike, ya buru n'aka Ya buru n'ukwu, anyi g'emeri Onyeagwalam Ya buru n'isi, ya buru n'ogu Ya buru n'anya, anyi g'emeri Onyeagwalam Ya buru n'ofo, ya buru n'ogu Ya buru na nka, anyi g'emeri Onyeagwalam
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Get me an ambulance! I've convulsed with laughter!
Baby, I like you a lot!!!
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
None must sleep! None must sleep And you, too, princess, In your cold room look at the stars Which tremble with love And hope!
But my mystery is locked within me No-one shall know my name! No, no, I shall say it As my mouth meets yours When the dawn is breaking! And my kiss will dissolve the silence Which makes you mine!
Vanish, O night! Fade, Stars! At dawn I shall win!
~Puccini
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
Lonely in a crowded room, closing my eyes for a moment, I hear your voice ... and smile.
Mid-day, all hell breaking loose, I hear your voice and know that I am loved and everything falls into place.
After our meetings, my heart is full because of you. Reflecting that joy, I sing as I walk -- greeting strangers and friends with a smile, holding you close ... my own secret treasure.
Between meetings, I know that we have the same thoughts and feel the joining of our love and understanding.
We together know that our bond is limited only by our capacity to love and care for one another. Hearing your voice, I am again whole and content. Your voice bringing your love to me is warm comfort, reminding me that in knowing you, our love is a state of being.
We shall have our time together, you and I. To talk, dance, laugh ... to live our love.
The very thot of you and I forget to do The little ordinary things That everyone ought to do I'm living in a kind of daydream And I'm happy as a king And foolish though it may seem To me that's everything
The mere idea of you The longing here for you You'll never know how Slow the moments go Till I'm near to you I see your face in every flower Your eyes in stars above It's just the thot of you the very thot of you, my love
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
As I started to wake this morning, in that half-alert twilight sleep, I saw you in my mind's eye. We stood facing each other, very close but not touching. You leaned forward. Taking my shoulders in your hands and pulling me toward you, You kissed me gently on the lips then whispered into my ear thoughts that I have wanted to know since we first met. Not for long distance, or even across the room: your lips to my ears.
We kissed again holding each other tightly, lost in our love. No past, no future; just our moment alone together.
I know there may be times When it seems I'm far away Never wonder where I am Cause I'm always by your side
Cause you're my lady And I am your man Whenever you reach for me I'll do all I can
We're heading for something somewhere I've never been sometimes I'm frightened But I'm ready to learn Of the power of love
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
We touched We kissed We loved oh these reruns in my mind of the cherised times. The words you said, the touch I felt As it still plays in my heart and mind I welcome the memory at times as I wish upon a star, to bring you back, to my arms but now we are so far apart I"ll always have our times memorize our first christmas our first birthdays our first laughs our long talks as you held me so near Always deep with-in my collection of a period of time.
A.da Eze nwata mara nma M.ata kwa na ahuru m gi n'anya rie nne A.ma m n'oge ufodu o na ara m ahu ikwuputa ya N.ihi na abughi m onye otutu okwu D.ike adighi nma ikwu ogologo okwu A.mara m na anya m ga agbara gi ama!
W.ere isi gi tukwasi m n'obi E.kwe kwala ka telefon gbochie gi (lol) K.anyi noro nwayo na ekwughi okwu S.im n'iga abugide nkem n'onodi nile O.nweghi ihe kariri ihunanya N.sutu onu gi na agba m ara! (LOL)
Sorry, I'd kept U waiting. Thot I'd make it up 4 U by writing in Igbo. You know my written Igbo is bad.
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
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OU my heart's passion, Mmm... That was the sweetest ode I ever heard.
My Thoughts of You
How can you love someone you have never seen with a feeling so passionate that it makes your heart skip a beat at the sound of his voice?
How can you feel his hands on you, when he has never touched you? How can you feel his lips kiss yours when he has never whispered your name in the night?
A love with such passion that life could have never known it in your wildest dreams Or if it could ever be possible would you turn it away in fear that it could not be real for you had never known such a love?
For this love I would take the chance of heartbreak But to know just one moment in my life with such passion such feeling such want such need I would give myself entirely without regret without sorrow without remorse to you your wants your needs your love your life
To deny myself your love would be an injustice within itself to the name of love.
To have a love based on a spiritual not physical beginning could only result in the most special of loves.
The love you wait a lifetime for A love so strong that heaven nor earth could stop it from being
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos Posts: 2644 | From: United Kingdom | Registered: Apr 2001
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When somebody loves you It's no good unless she loves you All the way Happy to be near you When you need someone to cheer you All the way
Taller than te tallest tree is That's how it's got to feel Deeper than the deep blue sea is That's how deep it goes if it's real
When somebody needs you It's no good unless she needs you All the way Through the good or lean years And for all those in between years Come what may
Who knows where the road will lead us Only a fool would say But if you let me love you It's for sure I'm gonna love you All the way All the way
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
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Speak to me, my love! Tell me in words what you sang. The night is dark. The stars are lost in clouds. The wind is sighing through the leaves. I will let loose my hair. My blue cloak will cling round me like night. I will clasp your head to my bosom; and there in the sweet loneliness murmur on your heart. I will shut my eyes and listen. I will not look in your face. When your words are ended, we will sit still and silent. Only the trees will whisper in the dark. The night will pale. The day will dawn. We shall look at each other's eyes and go on our different paths. Speak to me, my love! Tell me in words what you sang.
Hands cling to hands and eyes linger on eyes: thus begins the record of our hearts. It is the moonlight night of March; the sweet smell of henna is in the air; my flute lies on the earth neglected and your garland of flowers is unfinished. This love between you and me is simple as a song.
My veil of the saffron colour makes your eyes drunk. The jasmine wreath that I wove you thrills your heart like praise. It is a game of giving and withholding, revealing and screening again; some smiles and some little shyness, and some sweet useless struggles. This love between you and me is simple as a song.
No mystery beyond the present; no striving for the impossible; no shadow behind the charm; no groping in the depth of the dark. This love between you and me is simple as a song.
Simple song, I hear you But from whence cometh this pangs From deep within welling like pains For my heart is set on edge Like one beguiled and bewildered A funny sweet feeling I can hardly explain
It's got to be real Since you're thrilled Maybe I'm overwhelmed As how fortune could smile on me again Me so used to losing and want Knowing that I won't have a prayer If it was but down to bravery
They tell me feelings must be given vent For expression is a right or so it's meant I could tarry in this mountain longer I could stop here forever It's one of those places That's so welcoming Don't we feel like Iroko side by side
They tell me love is a mystery Encountered all through history For as you can tell the wind by it's effect Even so love manifests in it's fruit So who plans it and who walks it If the answer is none Then shall I conclude love is an accident
Is that why they say fall in it(lol) I hope not, as I nurse no bruises But something ain't quite the same I think my barriers have fallen My ego, my ME has been dismantled Funny, I think I shoul
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