This is for the moments that formed into seasons, the days of grief that spilled into months This is for the days when you forgetthat darkness holds no water in your souland the deep end will not swallow you whole When your heart hangs by a threadAnd agony stands ten-feet tall, whisper: In this sea… Continue reading Nameless
Beloved, You clench your fists too tightly And hold your breath for too long Does your heart forget that peace lives within? Does your mind forget the battles won? This aching in your belly And tightness in your chest Will melt like cotton candy As you soak your soul in joy Do you… Continue reading Note to Self
I was never the fun kid growing up. I always had my head buried in a book, caught up in a different world. This was probably why my friendship circle was unusually small for a child. It was a miracle, but I had a childhood best friend- Mmesomachi. Our friendship was very peculiar, more of… Continue reading About Mmesoma
The year is over but life continues. This is what I've learnt... On Life: Forgiveness is a necessary journey for every human being and vulnerability is the very ointment that balms our wounds. Be good to people. It doesn't matter if they deserve it or not. Everyone needs a bit of goodness in their life. … Continue reading Now The Year Is Over…
I remember the day my father caused me to see stars. It was on a cool evening of a weekday and he had just returned from a road trip in his old grey car. My siblings and I scurried over to welcome him and after hugging us, he opened the trunk of the car to… Continue reading Stars in the Day
This is a note for those who dream: Twinkle, little star The sky is your playground Soon your name will dance on hearts And your story sung from hilltops; The story of how this star outshone the sun Twinkle, little star Chase your dreams like a lover woos his beloved Speak life into your… Continue reading Wide Awake
I wish I was Nigerian; the kind that doesn't have to break the bank to get into classrooms the kind that dares to think outside the box, without the 'system' locking her ideas in a cage the kind that is not crippled with thoughts of being raped or used for blood money because the devil… Continue reading I Wish I Was Nigerian
To the stars that twinkle and the moon that shines brightly at night To the flowers that grow by the road side and the weeds that spread their bitter-sweet hands through cracked walls To the children that laughed, embraced in the bosom of pure innocence as they played To the lovers that promised themselves the… Continue reading The Avalanche
A father Slowly he loves Surely he protects Endlessly he provides Constantly he struggles A lover Sweetly he serenades Unrelenting he pursues Intimately he expresses Deeply he conquers A brother Promises he keeps None he surrenders Proud he stands Sternly he remembers A friend Joyfully he cries Hopefully he laughs With you… Continue reading HE
I remember my first crush. I was barely twelve years old, chubby-cheeked and completely naive. My hands would tremble whenever he walked past me in our school hallway, maintaining the perfectly rhythmic bounce that only ‘big boys’ had. At first, I didn’t understand why my heartbeat would quicken whenever I saw him so, I would… Continue reading The First Tale
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