We are home-made

  Picture gotten from- Pinterest When we were born, we weren’t told of sisters. We had cracked lips that were dried by the christmas’ harmattans. If asked about fear we pointed at masquerades, sometimes, at our parents but never ourselves. We were used to being indoors, settling our inner fights with communion. You’d barely hear us…

Frightening the challenges that come with tomorrow

For Millennials-   Picture gotten from-Camilleabrown We will all grow to a point where we learn not to lie against ourselves, where we will all outgrow our humble beginnings. We will reach a point of satiety in our lives one way or the other, where we fear less about what we used to hesitate to…

Budapest, Hungary- Four days tour.

Full video coming soon… …and after fiver years I gathered courage and made time which turned out to be the best since the year started to go visit my secondary school mates and simultaneously tour as well. I hope you enjoy this short clip. Full video coming soon đŸ™‚ Leave your questions in the comment…

On ageing

In my thoughts, in my head, in my journal. Here.   Win your battle before you come home to mine. Don’t remind me the trails of footsteps I face everyday. It’s not enough to live young, wild and free because I know of places that don’t bring me such experiences. Hold onto the existence, let…

Reaching

I may write for you. I may write for parts of you that were whole when you held on to the slips. Picture gotten from-Academichustler1975 I could ask when last you saw green, the colour, the scent, the pure green. When? I may choose to go on and rant about the look in your eyes…

Securing an undergraduate placement in the UK: my horror story.

I had long doubted my patience until the day I decided to get a gap year from university, working anywhere associated with what I’m currently studying. It’s been over 5 months since my final year started and over 8 since I got rejected by the organization I placed my last hope on. Part of the…

What ‘they’ won’t tell you about failure.

Picture gotten from-Bounceback First of all, everyone preaches these days about success without addressing the odds of what’s likely to happen if it isn’t attained. Most times, people that fail to talk about failure have been winning their whole life and other times the rest are those that hide their failures or just don’t talk…

Oh sweet mama!

For those who harbour a special kind of love in their hearts, I believe you all can relate to the chills your mum/mummy/mama gives you. For those who have lost theirs to this cruel world, I believe you all too can feel yours even more than I do. Every mum is a blessing, a celebration…

Empty but still as beautiful

This is the way you found me. The profoundness of my honesty that you broke with all the pain you left unstitched. How pure my tears were until they began to drop with grains of my mascara. The forming of the old soul in me. Even as broken as I was with your reciprocation of…

A poem for self- millennial poetry

Remind me who takes it all at last, the cries, the shame, worries and joys in the past. These ones never heard of you, the whole, priceless yet worthy of a true. LOVE ME ALL THE TIME. I didn’t need you when I needed to pray, to wear my make-up, spray and slay. Who left…

The magic in ‘first times’

I had an Asian friend who I had known for over a year leave me a goodbye note. On it, part of what she had written said “..it’s been a really great pleasure to have met you, my very first Negro friend”. To be totally honest with you, I had a rush of mixed feelings…

Poise

They say something about writers that I often believe isn’t untrue. You can tell the kind of life they live from their words, what they feel and how they feel. Although, most people often refer to actions as being the loudest amongst written words, I read patterns from crossed ‘Ts’ and dotted ‘Is’. Some would…