What Happened To Baby Steps? 


With the fast pace at which society is moving, we might end up rushing toward nothing more than the illusion of success. 

Years ago, I took pride in every single achievement, every write-up, every poem, every innovative thought. Every small success felt like a big win. It didn’t matter how much better others were or how many more steps I had to take to reach perfection—or rather, the illusion of it. 

Recently, I realized I was constantly under pressure to do more, achieve more, and be more. If I didn’t see the results I envisioned, it became a problem. I would often feel discouraged. At one point, I started piling up drafts of my poems, thinking they weren’t good enough to post. Every day, I would go online, watch award-winning poets, and feel like my work wasn’t there yet, forgetting that these poets had spent years honing their craft. They were once like me too. 

I realized I’m not the only one affected by the pressures of social media. There’s a constant rush to achieve greatness as quickly as possible. But we often forget that everything in life follows a process. Nothing happens overnight. A baby doesn’t start walking the day they are born. Today’s professors were once nursery school students learning the basics of writing. 

We must not underestimate the power of small wins because they are the foundation of great success stories. 

A better way to navigate the internet positively is to embrace growth with an open mind. Over time, the small lessons we learn and apply consistently will shape our success stories. 

Embrace baby steps and stay consistent. 
We’re getting there, fam! 🫶🏽😊 

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 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


TRUE PROGRESS

Progress is the act of moving forward
Progress is the acceleration of our success
The inbuilt optimism that pushes us to the top, not just that but the best of it!
The equivalent to this is a life filled with false hope but still being fueled by failure.
A raging desire to strive on even when the road isn't smooth at all.
A strong believe that impossibility is just an opinion that is accepted only by the weak souls. The ability to stand undefeated in the midst of unexpected challenges
PROGRESS!!
Is the happiness that comes along with the triumph of doggedness. An insight to the true meaning of progress, causes us to wonder........
Is progress truly achievable?