This story goes way back, buried deep down in our memory sack. When it was all about colours, tantrums and rhymes.
Category: A Special Pot
Prayers of the Prey
I love men, I do. I appreciate all the supportive ones in my life, God bless you! I know you go through a lot too and I admire your resilience. That being said, let’s talk about the vile ones.
The Face of Grace
A little sleep, a little slumber, that’s when I first saw the vast water. Far into the middle was my mark His was the kind of presence you first feel before you see and lose all your will
Joy’s Journey (Arrival)
This follows after Joy's Journey (Departure). ✈️ "Joy's Journey (Arrival)" I sat on the Sycamore tree that nightI knew my faith wasn't tall enough, So I took Zacch's lessons and held on tight. Joy cometh in the morningI had prepared the table for the feastFor when I will be asked to come down. No dust … Continue reading Joy’s Journey (Arrival)
Crippled Goals
What if it's not broken? Those precious plans you've been running with. The dream to go to the University, that tireless job hunt, the struggle to be mentally stable, to let go of that addiction, to be your own person, to cut the chains of your background. What if truly delay is not denial and … Continue reading Crippled Goals
A Special Pot
What does poetry mean to you? Poetry to me is not 'like' a story, because it 'is' a story. What makes a good story? I think its a good plot with a message. Poetry for me is mama's pot. Throw in the metaphor, metonymy, allusion, alteration, parallelism, paradox and whatever you have right there with … Continue reading A Special Pot
Uyai Ekong (Beautiful War)
It's a girl! the doctor saidMy eyes glowed with unshed tears while many celebrated.Your innocence was painful to look at so I closed my eyes and wept. You grew and glowed, men followed. On your flawless face,confusion showed. Why? , you asked, so society explained. This is your life There is only one path for … Continue reading Uyai Ekong (Beautiful War)
Reflector
Mirror, mirror on the wallWho's the fairest of them all?A little piece of man's creationWho art thou to judge us all? It is superficial to stareBut I must not be scruffy and unawareMy neck should not be bareExquisite must be the condition of my hair Mirror, mirror on the wallLooking smug and standing tallYou cause … Continue reading Reflector
The Fantastic Four
Four men that I have been thinking about a lot lately; one stanza for one man. Four in all for four of them.Can you guess who they are? Leave a reply below if you can name any of the four. I'll reveal where you can find the answers on the next post so stay tuned😘. … Continue reading The Fantastic Four