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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.

From Nowhere

At this point, I’m not sure what to write about anymore. I’ve been battered, shattered, scattered… Life has been rough, tough, cruel with no fuel to carry me on.

My dreams, my passion, my zeal all lost to the the hands of inconsistency but this non-chalancy isn’t derived from the lack of will, not from the lack of inspiration, cause every experience comes with a dozen paragraphs package painted with pain prescribed to every word printed out, to every drop of ink flowing out from the pen that never runs dry….. Or so I said…..

This pen harbours stories wanting to be told so badly but lacks an initiating point, a prologue to sentences crafted from sincerity. So it stays pregnant with thousands of untold stories until it can’t contain no more, so i start from nowhere, hoping to get to somewhere, hoping to be heard, hoping you would decipher…..

“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.

“BLANK PAGES”


life is a book.
a book that tells of a journey of thousand miles on a rough, sometimes smooth road.
a journey of experience and consecutive events unfolding.
a journey with an apocalyptic end.
and the snippets are the constancy of passion that drives you on that road.
The “ultimate source” gives us strength to carry on.
and though sometimes we get a conniption of the twist, its always a habitual mystery.
we pay tributes to the ones done with their journey successfully…….and then we fill the “blank pages” of ours with stories worth telling a thousand times.
we write down the story of this journey we are on. and each event that unfolds. either creates a climax or an anticlimax.
summing up to a story that was written down basically by our decisions.
we choose what we write down on this “blank pages”.
day by day designing our decisive destiny with doggedness.
This journey is a story written on the ” blank pages” of life.

GLIMPSE FROM GUTS


The light visible at the end of each shadowed pipe.
The ending that seems unreal but takes reality on an unusual surprise.
The confidence you think is void but suddenly shows up.
The hope that comes with the desire to fight. The desire to hang tight and not give up.
The rage and anger that results in a fight against ugly situations that seem to cripple and cut short the beautiful smiles.
The positive “maybe” and “hopefully” that stands in front of each sentences spreading toxic fumes that neutralizes the fear within. dark shadows in darkness.
who dares for a smile?
prohibited words…. joy
atrocity? no! i dare
This is glimpse from guts.


“ODDNESS”


sometimes I wonder if I think like other humans.
I think about odd things.
I act in an odd way…
one might tag it as craziness and another might tag is as uniqueness.
yes mistakes are inevitable, but my mistakes are “priceless”.
odd right?
it’s like my life is replaying right before my eyes
if only I could press the fast-forward button, get to the interesting part.
“c’mon I knew this will happen……..”
“uhh!! I’m not surprised……..”
between the “why??” and the “oh noo!!”
is the “chill the end is perfect”
and along the way, parts worth replying in a million times.
if my life was a novel, you will get lost between the pages and get back on track at the last 10 pages.
crazy ain’t it?
if my life was a movie, you would impatiently anticipate the ending.
and so I’ll let it play on and look forward to the ending.


“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.

The future I picture

This is the story of my “blink-of-an-eye” future. I like to close my eyes and picture a future with lots of echoes from applauses, standing ovation from the crowd, as I stand on that iconic stage putting on that “I knew I’ll make it” smile on my face and a deep sense of fulfillment resting within me.
A future where I could sit and reminisce with those amateur draft that form the foundation for an award-winning icon.
A success themed future where the word of the day would be “congratulations”!!
A future where I could be a source of inspiration to the former “me”.
As I open up my eyes, I get awakened by the realization that I have a lot to do in accord to that future.
I get fueled up for greatness!!

Hope

My everyday prayer is to never be in a state of total give up, I mean, there are times you feel like giving up on everything, there are times you just feel like you’re not up to that standard, you feel like you can never be recognized, like all those dreams of yours are just superstitions, those times when you’re just a step away from giving up.

In times like these, the most powerful mindset you could adapt to is that of hope.

HOPE, they say is to want something to happen with a sense of expectation that it might. Or as I like to cut it short, HOPE is to be optimistic.

Being optimistic Even in the most seemingly impossible situation, having a positive mindset about every situations, be it good, or bad.

Having hope and positivity alone can trigger positive occurrences. Not only that, it gives you a pure sense of reassurance, which in turn gives you peace of mind.

Hope is what keeps you striving until that dream of yours turns to a reality worth being inspired by.

Pre success

We built bridges and watched them crumble before our eyes……it was built successfully, but never stayed in existence.
Success comes to stay permanently.