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I Rise To Fall no more

I really couldn’t see myself standing once more
Couldn’t see any light in the dark, no strength, I couldn’t see past the struggles, the tears, the worries, I worried for too long. I gave into my fears. I was like a little bird in search of a place to call home, I hoped to find a home. Home in chaos, prolonged chaos.
I really didn’t see myself standing once again.
But I heard don’t worry, that though weeping endures for the night, joy comes in the morning. Indeed joy came in the morning. And like the beauty of sunrise I saw myself rise once more, I rose against the struggles, rose against the worries, the tears, I rose against my fears. Indeed joy came in the morning. And now, I rise to fall no more.

Let the show begin 🤭

Poetry To Me

poetry to me
I never really understood the concept of poetry.
never took classes, master the process or guidelines or learn “the art”. i would always write what I wanted, and fall back on poetic license.
poetry was never a planned journey for me. it was finding out my habitat, it was discovering my world and the freedom I had to color it with words that my heart would spit out. raw, unfiltered words.
See my definition of poetry isn’t something you’d find in books. you could even look in-between the lines and I’m sure you wouldn’t see it like I do.

poetry to me is home in a house , it is finding a subtle definition to every expression I pen down. it is taking my emotions and weaving it into something special, something coded and if you could decipher, poetry to me is letting you into my world, it is walking you through every word, every breath, every measure i took to measure how much I spilled, how much i poured out without holding back. poetry to me is an escape. an immediate jail Break from every prison cell reality seems to trap me in. from the hands of pain without realization poetry is my solace, my peaceful abode. the only soft spot to land back on after a rough ride. poetry is my reality, my lifestyle. it is holding back when you should let go, it is believing without evidence. poetry is finding what bemuses my muse, picking up clues, breaking out from my blues, cleaning up my bruises and choosing not to give up.
poetry is the story line of my life long before discovery. with events unfolding like the lines of a perfectly crafted piece, one with suspense at the expense of an intense plot twist. poetry is the unpredicted outcome of a thriller. and when you didn’t see it coming poetry is saying “i don’t give up”. poetry is picking up my pen, finding my muse and amusing amazingly.
poetry is the multi colors in me that I use to paint my world.

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.

PAINFUL GRATITUDE

Dear society,
you’ve crippled my words, tied down my speech, and burnt down my license.
you’ve slapped my dignity, questioned my honesty, and drowned my happiness in a pool of tears and anxiety.
Dear society… I’m surprised…
my jaws dropped down in shock,
cold hands, cold feets in fear,
my smile, my laughter unreal,
dark nights I faced, silent screams i heard in echoes.
Dear society,
yes, you broke me, but thankfully, left pieces, hoping i would decrease, but those were bridges, a treatment to my bruises.
so dear society…. thank you…..
For building a stronger version of me.

“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.

“CHRIST IS BORN!”


once upon a time a king was born in Bethlehem
in a manger he laid pure clean sinless and innocent
the savior of the world he is yet came through a common Man…..born by a Virgin
he is of the holy spirit but came as a mortal man
what a perfect disguise, wrapped in swaddling clothes, like a lamb laid in a manger, the most high God came in the most humble way.
an ever reigning celebrity yet humble as a servant.
like fire the news of his birth spread through…..
Wise Men from the East came to offer their gifts of royalty worship and mortality.
shepherds came to sing praises for a Savior was born
born to save mortal men from doom…..
he is and forever will be the most trending celebrity because his fame never dies
and once again this day we sing……
Christ is born in Bethlehem!!


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!