March 4th, 2004.... I had a nightmare last night. The new housemaid, Ogechi, was in my dreams. She wasn't chasing me or anything. Instead, I was Arab-sitting below her, her feet on my shoulders. I prayed about it but I don't think it's serious. Demola had gone to work already, Ogechi prepared breakfast for… Continue reading You Never Know (2)
She had another black eye yesterday, I asked what was wrong, like always. 'I'm fine', she said. 'I hit a door last night, there was no light.' 'Torchlight nko? Or your phone sef?' 'There wasn't light since morning to charge any.' 'Okay o! You know you can always tell me anything sha. I'm… Continue reading You Never Know
I won't pretend I'm happy I won't pretend I don't understand I won't pretend I don't want you Or deny that I miss you. I won't say I won't wait I'll be watching from afar Maybe one day you'll change your mind? And I'll be here, like I never left.
Me and my best friend We went through a phase We got our hearts broken Stone hearts were made. Me and my best friend We went through a phase We got our skin toned up We got our hair made.
I probably wasn't the same to him For he doesn't look at me the way I looked at him He doesn't smile just like I do when I catch a glimpse of him He doesn't turn back when I could stare for ages I probably wasn't of the same value to him as he was… Continue reading Probably or Maybe
She wasn't chocolate dipped in gold She was gold, dipped in chocolate. Forged in the hottest part of the world, made to endure pains. Hard enough to withstand anything but just as soft on the inside. Pure gold dipped in chocolate embroidered with elegance, grace and a crown that sits perfectly on her head. She's… Continue reading Goldcolât
Cheers to a new year! I hope it's amazing for everyone? Have you made your resolutions yet? What do you really want? For you.... how well do you want to improve yourself? How can you make the world a better place? How do you plan on living your life? Made plans to stop that bad… Continue reading 👑 2017
You know what I love about writers? And writing, lol. We're so many, all of different ages, races and colours. But then, no matter the story or poem, even if they mean the same thing, we all come up with different words and ideas and it's just so beautiful how so many different posts from… Continue reading Writers Appreciation Post.
The caterpillar Turned into a butterfly.
There was no other way I could express it. This merry feeling, This joy inside. The gifts, laughter, lights and giving. So I took my pen and a paper And I plucked flowers from my little garden of words.