A poem about myself in which everything written is a lie.
A letter to my 9 year old self.
A letter to all the boys in the past, hoping they got exactly the things they left me for.
I like Nnamdi but he doesn’t see me. Nnamdi, dearest Nnamdi, won’t you like me too?
This post is not mine. It’s a repost from one of my absolute favourites, Lolsy’s Library. The post is right here. Visit her blog though for more of the amazing reads I enjoy regularly. Miss you always Some people leave our lives, and there’s nothing, Then we feel “What’s wrong with me?”, Some people leave […]
LAW SCHOOL CRUSHES So, we made a promise to ourselves To use what we know for sure To weed out uncertainties Find out what we do not know And hit the grand mark We know we want Mide But we want him a litlle fairer Dark ones might still fit in But our clime is […]
Today, I have been having a really nasty time. The sad thing is that, it’s not bad circumstances that are making my day go badly but some of my so called friends. Just the other day, my sister was complaining about how she didn’t have good friends anymore and I thought I was better off. […]
Hello people… today I’m celebrating an amazing friend of mine. Some months back, we were talking about poetry and I asked him to share one of his poems. He did. I like to call this The Backslider’s Poem. it is a call to come back home. It is especially for believers (yea, cos it’s all […]
Hello… Ok, so part three is ready but it is kinda really short. Anyway, please enjoy. Part Three. The day before that, when I came back from work I met at my door a dirty little boy Beside him, his equally dirty sister With a dirty ragged doll for a toy. Please kind sir, can […]
Part Two. I forgot to mention Something from another time A woman whose sole occupation was to lay in your bed for a dime I was resting one evening When I heard someone at door. This one seemed to be crying As I drew closer, of this I became sure Immediately I opened up My […]
Hiya… This is sorta kinda a poem. A story too. Enjoy. Part One One early Friday Morning, I got up to pray. Just as I knelt, The door bell rang. This had happened before and when I took a look Alas, a man in haggard clothes In his hand what looked like a book With […]