Klynic

They say men and women bled to give you life Many of whom are forgotten with each passing year Yet still, you smile and love despite the growing strife It’s fine, I wouldn’t tell... if you shed a tear How many of your children remember your fight How many see the hole they create every time they run Far away from you with all their souls might Leaving you to the mercies of those who watch you burn For every call you make for them to come home They go further still, denying their ancestry They traverse the world, sailing from Greece to Rome Avoiding your borders with purposeful artistry The few of us who make you smile The very few who stay true to origin Driven by greed, soon become guile Separated from you by a very broad margin It hurts, I know it hurts so bad Each time I write I hear you weep Begging to smile again and not stay sad Hoping your love, we will one day... keep Africa, mother like no other Africa, hear today the crie...

THE KLYNIC - Songwriter, screenwriter, blogger, Author, Husband, Father, Brother and Friend . Songwriting is art, art in it's purest form. It is one of the oldest methods of storytelling that dates all the way back to the time of our fathers and foremothers😁. Many things we know about our world today, were embedded in songs and passed from generation to generation, and it's only common to find songs that have transcended time, and the few that are particular to a select group of individuals.  DISCLAIMER: There are no hard or fast rules to songwriting, so I'm not about to give you formulas here.   One thing you should keep in mind is the fact that storytelling at its very core, needs to evoke empathy or its communication will be shortlived.  I was honoured to be invited by Aijay  to her wonderful corner😉, where she lets professionals guide her followers on certain things that relate to their field. I would not be teaching you how ...

...continued from  part 1 The call dropped and Frank sat up on his bed. His mind was still restless from the events that occurred after work hours. The only image that stayed constant amidst his chaotic thoughts was Kaffi. Her beauty still occupied his very vivid imagination; her smile, her eyes, her voice, the way she exuded confidence even when she was being mischievous.  He knew he wasn't supposed to be thinking of her this way, not after what just happened at her place, but he couldn't help it, his thoughts were conflicting right now, and he needed to put them in check before he gets consumed by his lust. Rising from his bed, he walked to the mini-fridge in his bedroom, opened it and withdrew a cold drink to wash down the unwholesome thoughts that paraded his subconscious... it wasn't working. Still clutching the drink in his hand, he wandered towards the TV area and turned on the TV. The screen stared back with "NO SIGNAL"..." How rich,...

Monday morning came with its usual nagging and longing for more bedtime, but Frank was already used to it. The shrill cry of the weird Chinese melody that was supposed to be his alarm tune never failed him. Now fully awake, he stood up, stretched his limbs, and chuckled as soon as he noticed his breakfast boner. Reaching for the air-conditioner remote on his nightstand, he turned the cooling unit off, then walked across the room to switch on the lights. After bathing, he dressed for work and sat on the bed. Opening one of the nightstand drawers, he retrieved his daily devotional, which he read before kneeling and praying for a little over ten minutes; fellowship with the HolySpirit was very important to him. After praying, he grabbed a particular notepad from the only table in the room and stuffed it into his backpack before exiting the house. Frank got to his workplace a little earlier than usual, so he seized the opportunity to follow up on the n...

Hi there Mr. Champ or Ms. If you are a dame. Obviously, you are good at what you do, your victory song now trends on i-tunes😁, and your followership is increasing by the second. Now don't start second-guessing why I picked on you this morning...I mean...even I couldn't deny the fact that you deserve the spotlight on you right now. A great man once climbed the podium and said : I have a dream! Now for you, the dream has been achieved. Congratulations **WHAT NEXT** LET'S TAKE A LESSON FROM THE CHEWING GUM In Nigeria, you'll often hear people say things like. People simply love like  chewing gum . It is said and also believed that the way you throw a gum into your mouth then strip it of its taste or enjoy its sweetness and spit it out after it becomes useless to you, is the same way people treat their fellow humans. So, they love you while you are all green and fresh, or in your case while you are still the newest " happ...