Month: May 2019

RAMBLINGS

We live for ourselves Sometimes for our children, Hardly for our country, Often times, for our God Sometimes we’re merry Sometimes we’re weary; Sometimes we’re happy Sometimes we’re grumpy – We wish, we wish That in one swoosh, ‘Twill be alright; And e’erything straight We live to love? And love to live? Maybe we need more Time, hug, laughter Smile,…

Grieving

Grief. It’s sting is sharp and painful like a needle piercing into one’s skin and slowly draining our blood. It creeps in like a thief in the night. The only time you’ll see it is in the closet. Grief. Connected to a loss, a tragedy, a death. Unexplainable. Our unanswered and unspoken questions revolve around our minds, unknown on whether…

If Anger was a woman

her voice is familiar, yet her bite is deadly. She knocked down everything with her touch like a fire, she starts with a flick, and grows into a giant flame, fed by envy, jealous and the most deadly of them all, pride. Her rage can not be contained as her heart hardens up no apology can sooth her, no act…

Chains of the Heart

Love is an untameable beast. The thrill and excitement it brings is but an illusion, the reality of it all is that you cannot understand love nor obtain the perfect lover you have fashioned in your mind, but that’s just the words of an old fart. Pele Stone, aged thirty-five, living life as a baker in Walling Town. Let me…

Intelligence Is Beautiful

Your intelligence is beautiful, And so are you. I admire the way you walk, However, the way you think is much more admirable. I sometimes think you apply too much foundation, However, your eloquence is awesome, and it`s on it that my attraction finds its roots. Even though I think your concealers can be better applied, I, however, consider your…

HOPE SOME MORE

Is there hope for the hopeless?Is there a voice for the voiceless?Will the village children ever sing again?Will tales by the moonlight be told again?For the children’s cry wake up the mothersAs their stomachs growl for a morsel –Mothers wail over their young onesFathers sit and stare in pain;They recant tales of the good ol’ daysThey wish for the days…

Happy birthday Akinsiwaju

On behalf of the team, I would like to say Happy birthday to one of our writers. His captivating and inspiring work had reached so many people all around the world. We deeply appreciate your work. Just 3 months into the team and he’s done so well! We appreciate you Akin, thank you for being a great asset to the…

Surrender

Be strong. Don’t let her show in you, don’t let her wrap her arms of deciet into you, manifesting herself into tears. Don’t allow your weakness to show, Don’t allow your heavy heart to show. Don’t cry. You see, it isn’t just men that battle with this. It’s every first born who was forced to walk in the footprints of…

Words – poem

As a plant, you water me with your love unknown of whether it’s water or poison, yet I drink it. Your soothing words softly softens the burn marks that are only visible in your eyes. Your words heal me, sealing me up like lettuce, rice and shredded pork tightly rolled up into a burrito, Your words heal me.

Hidden Secrets (Finale)

Time goes on… attacked repeatedly with the events of the past replaying through my mind, despite the chaos that played through my mind I came to my senses and woke up to a new day. We charged through the palace, with little thought on what this will do to our futures, Earth’s Blanket started to tear, causing time to distort…