Lost Letters

When This Is Over

Every night, before I go to sleep, I wonder; If tomorrow was my first day after this lock down, what would it be like? Would I book the first flight out of here, hungry to see the wonders of the world and all the adventures that I had put off till ‘later’? Would I plan… Continue reading When This Is Over

Dried Ink

Beyond The Shore

There is a world beyond the shore Bursting at the seams with dreams yet unborn Heavy with hope and the grind of a thousand hands Mapped with endless roads that lead to gold Trodden by brave hearts and steady feet   There is a world beyond the shore So clear yet so hidden Wrapped with… Continue reading Beyond The Shore

Dried Ink

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