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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.

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❤️.

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.

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…..

H.M.B.P


With each step i take, i hope to get to the finish line to this dark tunnel of paranoia…
But each step seems to take me a mile backwards.
A magnetic pain I can’t seem to distance from.
lost confidence, plot twists i fail to understand.
I love happy endings, but this story’s “in media res” technique makes it look more like an advanced tragedy.
My pen wonders if its abandoned…
but the truth is i don’t wanna burn papers with brutality.
sorrounded by people but pain seems like my only home.
if time heals tell me why my clock is at a stand still.
healing never ends so I’ve learnt to find comfort and make a home in my brutal pain.


BAD INFLUENCE


I’m not myself and I know it
I’m invaded, subconsciously being controlled
willingly obsessed, little voices in my head, silent nights, deep thoughts, drowning hallucinations, wild imaginations….
bad bad type of influence……
self denial, in-between the lines of indecision, draining, dying, tired, sad that i can’t decipher
i got the bad type of butterflies
and it’s bad influence to my soul.


“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.

LOST DREAMS


If only things could be more clearer.
a broad explanation to these tears.
cause this time even my fears have been dethroned to a Lower tier of my pain.
betraying every last statement written down on this hearts manifesto.
with this mind working under a government overtaken by a coup, its a dictatorship, such a conundrum.
breathing, but just not living…
dating back to the uncivilized days before sir lord lugard freed us from the shackles of shattered dreams.
yet till this day i still can’t put together the pieces.
its like a puzzle, only that the pieces of mine seems to be lost in an ocean of apathetic passion.

WITH EACH BREATH

everyday I open up my eyes and discovered that dreams and reality just don’t get along too well
but the truth is undeniable and regardless wishes aren’t horses
I breathe in and out a thought repeatedly. close my eyes and all I see is a reoccurring trail of plain wishes as impossible as a wet rock under the sun
and I could never settle for a defeat
cuz these exhales speaks truth in unspoken words only audible to us
with every breath I wish…..
unspeakable feelings sense within
and every time I look into the waters
I see a reflection of reality worth turning to dreams
or rather….. dreams worth turning into reality with each breath I take in, it’s an impossible plain wish.

BLEEDING LOVE

they said love doesn’t hurt
they said all good things about love
a word so complicated
a four letter word that forms a forum of complications
a love that cuts so deep
a love that hurts so bad
it’s love anyways but it’s different
it’s an experiencial emotional torture
but you keep yearning for more
oh! sweet pain
clearly piercing through but you embrace the pain and hope for a better tomorrow
and “uncertain tomorrow”
and though joy comes in the morning
sunrises day by day
but you keep waiting for the morning everything will seem just fine
it’s A Love so pure
but it’s a bleeding Love.


ART & SOUL: MY ART IS “ME”

my art is a definition of “me”
my art is the deepest reflection of my feelings thoughts and emotions
my art doesn’t give an absolute substitute to who I am
but gives a dissolute version of me
my art defines the true, inner me,
the part you can only get to know through the lines
my art is deeply connected to my soul
it defines art and soul
my art is me.


ART & SOUL: MY ART IS SIMPLICITY IN ITS DEPTH

my art is in its simplest form yet has a “well-depth” meaning
my diction is straight forward but get you self- pondering
my art might not be “vocabulary based” but its fact-based
hits deep down to rock bottom
reawakens that feeling you have become friends with for a long time
and might be therapeutic!
my art might not be considered “award-winning” but it’s soul winning
so look through this soul’s sincerity
and discover simplicity in its depth.


ART & SOUL: MY ART IS EXPRESSIONLESS

my art is expressionless
in its most expressive form yet speechless in a familiar voice
my art tells you what you know already
it opens up those bottled feelings yet finds it hard to put it to words
my art is here for you even in its silence
connect to these words and free up the pain hidden in your pride
my art is expressionless in the most expressive way.


ART & SOUL: MY ART IS A SHOWCASE OF UNIQUENESS


my art is a showcase of uniqueness
cinema of my special individuality
a perfect distinction in the most intriguing manner
an amazing prologue that gets you stuck to your seats
my art is uniqueness at its peak
my art is conceptional In an exceptional way
my art is a showcase of uniqueness
welcome to my cinema


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.


ART & SOUL: MY ART IS PHENOMENAL

my art is phenomenal
it’s not to be downgraded nor downtrodden
it’s not your regular “type-usual”
my art is a seed of greatness that blooms everyday
my art is phenomenal
my art is beyond imaginations of greatness
it’s unbelievably interesting
my art is a creative silhouette
my art will surely “woah” you
my art is phenomenal.


“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.


“me” is the constant!

It is always a wrong mentality to think that one’s personality can be changed or altered by the circumstances around. Yes there are times you just get so tempted to do the wrong in other to get what you desire, but then that “you” in you won’t let you. I mean surely you might say it was because of the circumstances at hand……there was nothing I could do…….of course there was something you could do! Stay true to yourself, and be the “you” that you are, ignore all temptation and lure. Obviously even the universe have a say in your actions…..The universe itself has a positive and negative force, and you get to choose which one of these thrives in you.

In everything you do, LET THE “YOU” IN YOU BE THE CONSTANT IN THE EQUATION OF YOUR LIFESTYLE!