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. I would cry… Continue reading The First Tale
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
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
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
Our paths may never cross again Our stories may never echo in unison But your memories stay etched deep in my heart Thank you for bringing joy to my heart And even if you didn’t, my heart doesn’t bleed anymore I hope you cradle our memories close, just like I do And heal from… Continue reading TO FRIENDS THAT ONCE WERE
I once knew a girl who had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. Her smile was wide and bright, spreading across her face as her eyes sparkled and her lips formed a perfect moon’s crest. She never got into trouble as she would flash her dazzling smile and confuse our teachers. As a… Continue reading Moon’s Crest
