“You’re so shy… you’re so quiet… shy girl. Why are you sitting in the corner all by yourself? So you’re still shy.” Words I’ve heard countless times, from strangers, from relatives, from people I know. Shy, quiet, reserved. The girl in the room who smiles, who watches, who never says too much. But I wonder,Continue reading “Silence is safe. Silence is easy.”
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I am
This is me Because I am I was the one exiled from the classroom My knees pressed to the concrete My head bowed Ashamed that I am Because I am I was the one handed shame disguised as discipline Handed fear Told it was help Shrank me into pain Carved insults into my growing mindContinue reading “I am”
I Got Tired
I don’t know why we keep placing our faith in human beings. Human beings are not good people. I don’t know when we’ll learn. Look around. Look at Benue State (Nigeria). Look at your own country. Look at history. Look at the world. From the beginning, we’ve proven, again and again, that cruelty comes moreContinue reading “I Got Tired”
Only artists allowed in my house
Yes Writers Dancers Producers Storytellers Truth tellers I want them all When I become a parent? Best believe I am raising a tribe of loud, expressive, artistic little humans Only artists allowed in my house We are not prepping for board meetings We are not dreaming rockets to Mars We are writing monologues We are throwingContinue reading “Only artists allowed in my house”
To be alive, at least for me, is to pretend I’m okay.
I’m feeling awful. Really, really awful. That’s been me for a while now. Sometimes I laugh about it. What else can I do? I can’t even cry anymore. The emptiness… it just sits there, like an awkward guest I didn’t invite but now I have to entertain. I don’t know what to do with it.Continue reading “To be alive, at least for me, is to pretend I’m okay.”
Ayaa’s heart would flutter with unsettled emotions
In a house filled with silence and pain, there existed a small room in the house that was protected by a door that knew many emotions. In this small room lived a father who spoke in the language of the doors. When trouble tiptoed, the father would flee into this room, slamming the door withContinue reading “Ayaa’s heart would flutter with unsettled emotions”
An evil man is a predictable man
I am neither frightened nor amazed by the actions of an evil man Confident is what I feel in the company of one condemned to wickedness For an evil man can only indulge in evil deeds But in the presence of a nice, genuine and generous soul A soul with neither blemish nor defect IContinue reading “An evil man is a predictable man”
When i think about tomorrow
When I think about tomorrow I see a wailing family forced to suffer the randomness that comes with death A house filled with grief And a family in constant denial I see conversations left unfinished Dreams left unfulfilled Ideas left unused And a bucket list left unchecked I see a distant memory In the jokesContinue reading “When i think about tomorrow”
Living in poverty at this point in time
Stay calm. Stay safe. Stay at home This seems to be the order of the day With our gates, doors and rooms shut To dive in the mysterious beauty That comes with silence But what does this mean for the homeless man in the shelter His home is neither safe nor calm His home isContinue reading “Living in poverty at this point in time”
In the aisle of my dreams
I walk down the aisle of my dreams Intoxicated with pure thoughts As the beautiful entryway light paves my way To be joined in emotional bliss With a man whose sweet and soft smile Struggles to keep afloat in the ocean of desire And one look at his cheerful bright eyes Makes my entire existenceContinue reading “In the aisle of my dreams”
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