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The Giant of Africa

In the heart of the continent, where the savannah’s whispers dance with the winds, there resides a colossus veiled in mystique and resilience—the Giant of Africa. Its essence stretches beyond mere borders, echoing through the tapestry of time.

On its rugged terrain, stories as ancient as the Baobab trees intertwine with whispers of forgotten kingdoms and untold legends. From the bustling markets of Lagos to the serene waters of the Niger Delta, a symphony of cultures weaves the fabric of its identity.

Yet, beneath its vast expanse lies a paradox—a tale of triumph and turmoil, of hope and heartache. For every stride towards progress, shadows of adversity linger, reminding its children of the delicate balance between dream and despair.

In the dance of democracy, it waltzes with uncertainty, a pendulum swinging between promise and peril. Through the corridors of history, it bears the scars of struggle, etched in the souls of its people like ancient hieroglyphs.

But amidst the chaos, a spirit undeterred rises—a phoenix from the ashes of adversity. It roars with the fervor of a lion, refusing to be bound by the shackles of circumstance. From the vibrant streets of Accra to the bustling boulevards of Nairobi, its heartbeat echoes—a symphony of resilience, a testament to the human spirit.

For within the Giant of Africa, hope springs eternal—a beacon of possibility, a canvas of endless dreams. It is a land where the sun kisses the earth with golden hues, where laughter dances upon the lips of children, and where the rhythm of life pulses with an indomitable vitality.

In the tapestry of nations, it stands as a titan—a guardian of dreams, a custodian of hope. For in its embrace, the echoes of greatness resound—a legacy woven in the threads of time, a testament to the enduring spirit of the Giant of Africa.

Hey there! it’s me again…

Hey! It’s really been a while I posted here, few ups and downs and a patched up emotional and mental health… I’ve been pretty much stagnant with my social life, especially with pursuing my goals as a writer/poet for reasons i can’t exactly place my fingers on… Don’t worry guys, most of your posts are being emailed to me and each time i read them it leaves a renewing smile on me face. Funny how i connect with people i haven’t even met on such a level that i look forward to mail updates from them. And though I was stagnant it was most delightful to see notifications from people i follow and have gotten so used their blog posts ….. @yourplateormine, @c’est la vee, @Elancharan, @kaushal kishore, @mental notes, @ witty words, @keep it alive amongst many. Y’all have been a great part of my day. Thank you 😊 and please keep being YOU!. I really don’t know much about this blogging stuff, just a young girl from Africa, Nigeria who discovered a way she could share her thoughts and poems internationally and have the opportunity to be heard and thought… Why not? But i tell you it has been such a great experience even with my inconsistency. It meant so much for me to see foreigners visit my site, read, like and even drop a comment. It’s almost 2 years now and I’m glad to say that everyone that has came across my site without even participating have put a smile on my face, with the fact that visitors that were non-Nigerian even out numbered the Nigerians… I just can’t help but be excited about how much my little adventure turned out.

This year, I’m looking forward to being more consistent and sharing more about my environment and it’s happenings to share more awareness about my country and our culture. Stories will definitely be told, not forgetting poetry as well 🤭 after all i am an amazing upcoming poet or as a very good friend of mine would always say -“not aspiring, you are already a poet”. I guess others always believed in me more than I believed in myself…well that I need to work on.

And to begin with, let me quickly go change my bio from; ‘an aspiring writer/poet’ to ‘ a writer and a poet’😊. Bye for now fam, I love you all❤️.

Peace From My Prince Of Peace

I was lost, broken, without hope
a heavy heart with no escape route
Those nights I cried myself to sleep
screamed out in prayers, until it sounded like a rebel
I was in an ocean sinking in my tears
lost the will to live
voices in my head I couldn’t decipher
I was walking on a stormy path
a path that stole my sanity
but I willingly staggered along, hoping to find a resting place
my sight always blury from the constant tears in my eyes
I couldn’t see clearly…funny how I Saw The light on the other side but I embrace the darkness hoping there was a brighter light at the end of the tunnel. But I realised that the “tunnel” soon turned into a dungeon, a dark dark dungeon…
robbed me of my peace, sanity and true happiness I turned back and still Saw The light at the other side calling me to a realm of renewed hope
but I was trapped in my own chaos
In brutal pain…
but HE sent out an army to rescue me
HE has given me a chance to smile from the deepest part of my heart again
HE has given me peace
HE has given me hope
indeed I’ve got peace that makes no sense….
from my PRINCE OF PEACE.

“I AM”


I am a little girl with a big God, a big dream and a big thirst for a grand future.
you can pin me down, cage me behind those walls of hatred but still like a roaring lion i break through, ruling like a queen in her jungle I am unstoppable.
I am boldness in human form.
The envy you can’t get over
The fake lies and hate speech that falls on deaf ears because I am a sensation of Elegance.
It hurts you cuz the hatred burns yet lightens up my shine, my glow, my sparkle.
That scowl on your face can’t dim this soul’s light.
The stumbling blocks you throw at me trying to bring me down, but I leap, I keep steady, go deep, take a peep at the heap of success that awaits me at the peak.
I am that pen that never stops writing.
Igniting the fire within, I keep fighting, rewriting, and sighting the greater end that awaits.
I am a body of United words speaking truth yet seeking to be heard
A smile next a cry yet I rise.
From the ashes of Burnt dreams reincarnated and formed to a stronger and more determined version of vision I have.
I am that purpose without a timeline.
I align with the baseline of a structured dream of greatness indescribable.
I self-prescribe an inevitable success exclusively meant for me.
I am the next headline with the caption “record broken”, “unraveled mystery”, “history written” with the power of my pen.
I am writing my way to history cuz I’m telling HIS story and everywhere that I go I shine in HIS glory because I am ROYALTY.

ART & SOUL: MY ART IS RELATABLE

my art is relatable
my art takes you on a journey
views of genuine sincerity
gets you acquaint with the bitter reality you’ve been hiding from
my art is a blunt version of Truth unhidden on these lips of mine
do not mistake my art for acrimony
my art is actuality
my art is relatable.


“Writing”

I used to think that writing is a skill.
I used to think I just had to hit those punchlines to be great, had to be outstanding and a pro.
but I got to realize the greatest version of a writer is the unedited version, those parts where you just want to be you and pour it all out.
no rhymes, no perfect similes, no poetic lines.
That moment you have this absolute “whack” piece and you look down on it and about to shove it aside and then you realize that by just mere Reading it, you experience the feeling. “that feeling”
let Me be poetic!
that feeling that kills the doubts in you and buried them in self-appreciation.
that feeling that awakens the realness in you and tells it you are amazing! keep doing better!
that feeling that takes all your faulty and “not so poetic lines”, your spelling errors, your doubts and self depreciation, and all your perverted ideas and weaves it into a masterpiece a beautiful art that lets people in through the door of words
then makes the room conducive through the windows of imperfection.

I used to think writing is skill, but i discover that writing is an undiluted expression.

Someone who changed my life

Life has never been the same since from the start, because that person has been there from my scratch. Never left my side because we’re attached. The mere sight of us is a clear sight that we’re a match.

Of course there were rough patches and many lashes carried under the wings of love. There were bitter cries, many lies under ties, but at the end, I dry up my eyes and drink that coke as we joke around.

In numerous ways have there been an impact in my life through this person. Next to God, he is the back bone of my academic success, my very own personal tutor. My moral instructor, and by his words, the structure of my lifestyle is derived.

He is the most loving person I know. Willing to sacrifice any price to see me with a smile. I consider him my super Man, cos he’s always there for me.

Life can never be the same as long as he’s here with his super care. There can be no drop no matter the flop for the love I have for him.

He has changed my life in every possible way!