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Now The Year Is Over..

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..

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Stars in the Day

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

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Wide Awake

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

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I Wish I Was Nigerian

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

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The Avalanche

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

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HE

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

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The First Tale

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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LAST NIGHT’S LOVE STORY

At the dead of the night, you listen to my heartbeat, Dancing to the rhythm of my breath as I sleep You are so in love with who I am Because I am your child   You live within me and flourish around me In my dreams, you are light Beaming bright, warding off the… Continue reading LAST NIGHT’S LOVE STORY

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ROOTS

Often times, we lie to ourselves We find solace in burying our pain deep We forget that these things buried alive  Grow roots and feed off our hearts   We convince ourselves that we are okay  we blind our eyes to our pain Ignoring the constant jabs and pokes at our wounds, Constantly salting it… Continue reading ROOTS

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Emma’s Note

The Three Minutes Blog is one!!!!!!! *screams* *somersaults* We've come a long way, and still have an amazing journey ahead of us. Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to spend three minutes with us. I hope it has been worth every second. The Three Minutes Blog urges you to escape reality,… Continue reading Emma’s Note