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

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GARDEN

Like flowers in a garden Love comes in many colours It’s in your best friend’s hug And the private jokes with your sister It’s in the loud laughs with your brother And the long prayers from your mother It’s in the starry-eyed stares from your lover And the quiet moments with Abba   Love may… Continue reading GARDEN

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The Dilemma

Sitting on the fence, unsure To fall back or lean forward To accept defeat or fight on To crave winter or the hot sun To draw blood or heal wounds   I look straight ahead As I battle the forces at both sides I shut my eyes, hoping not to be sundered But I know… Continue reading The Dilemma

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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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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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TO FRIENDS THAT ONCE WERE

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

Lost Letters

From Prodigal

Dripping with blood, weighed down by my filth You looked at my crimson robe and smiled Your body was broken, but your spirit called out to me “child..”  Love so overwhelming Yet so reassuring It pours like an avalanche Yet kisses with feather-like affection  Its sweetness kills my bile And forces my closed heart open… Continue reading From Prodigal

Lost Letters

From Scarlet

Dear You,   Take my heart, Wear it like precious Sapphire Let it glimmer like the sea at sunset   Take my heart, Cradle it like shattered glass Let it pierce through your darkest nights   Take my heart, Slather it like an ointment Let my love heal your wounds   Take my heart, Serenade… Continue reading From Scarlet