Book Review(2): The Winner Stands Alone-Paulo Coelho

The life of glitz and glamour. Paulo Coelho blows my mind. Every time i read his book, it is like i am being transported into another universe. Paulo Coelho doesn't just write fiction, he writes stories that send a message, that teach. One of the main reasons why i love his books so much. He is a teacher and he uses stories to teach, the brilliant art of story telling. The winner stands alone is...

Book Review(1): The Thing Around Your Neck- Chimamanda Adichie Ngozi

I have to say, reading this book was a roller coaster ride for me. It was not what i had expected. I binge read Chimamandas Half Of A Yellow Sun in two days and my little sister suggested i read The Thing Around Your Neck next. Totally not what i expected. Not the love story i was hoping it was not thankfully. To those who do not know, The Thing Around Your Neck is a collection of stories. Chimamanda...

SHORT: On Race and It's Brothers

Do you know what it is like to wake up every morning to news of people getting killed(i am talking about literally dying, evicting from this life, gone, bye bye, 6 feet under, no more breathing) simply for looking like you? Simply for not looking/acting/believing a certain way/thing?? Do you know what that does to a person? How it hurts a persons self-confidence/self-worth?  How it breaks a...

Exciting News O Ye Blog Followers!!!

Well well well.... I read Chimamanda Adichies book, The Thing Around Your Neck, three months ago and i still haven't found the words to describe how i feel about the book on twitter because of the freaking word limit restriction. So as i was re-reading places i had bookmarked in the book today, it suddenly hit me...BOOK REVIEWS!!! I decided to add a little twist to this blog by doing book reviews....

30 Things You Will Come Across As You Grow Older

1. Not everyone will see you the way you see yourself 2. You are not all that 3. People lie 4. The words "i love you" are not a promise 5. You will stop believing in things you used to believe in 6. You will stop feeling 7. You will question God 8. You will question commitment 9. Heartbreak pain is actually very physical 10. You will hate yourself 11. You will fall in love with yourself 12. You will...

Mourning In My Language

I want to ask you how your heart is How your soul is coping with your loss I want to tell you that by God she is at peace But you are wailing and heaving And all these words i can think of Only in my language My tongue is drowning With the weight of all the words That i cannot say in this your language This restrictive language Your language that has only one word for love I want to ask you "Ya hakuri"...

ReBirth: Le Blog

This is not an actual article about a rebirth or some deep poem :D Spicing things up a bit on the blog because a. I was bored, b. I have being wanting to change the layout c. I am a nerd. So, I decided to get a new theme for the blog, how do you all like the new blog layout? Pretty cool right, i think the last one was a bit primitive and i wanted something a bit more matured seeing as i clocked...

One Type Of Sad

She looks at me, like i am the saddest story she has ever heard She asks me, to explain to her, why i am sad That is the thing with my type of sad it does not need a reason to anchor me to the edges of my bed like a ship at bay ready to be disembarked my type of sad is the guest that comes to your house unannounced, it does not call my phone to ask if i am free, or busy my type of sad is a marching...

3am Thoughts

It is 3:34am...I cannot sleep. It is true what they say, 3 am is the darkest hour of the night. People tend to find 3 am a time of extreme fatigue, that is the time when for those who are asleep, their sleep is the deepest and for those who are awake, their juice is lowest(meaning they are exhausted). Some people believe at 3am people tend to get very honest and emotional, a study by a group of scientists...

Short Poem

We were like parallel rails On a train track Always side by side Our paths never crossing Running towards The same destination....

The Feelings We Hold On To

I find it rather puzzling that the emotions we tend to hold on to the strongest are the dark ones. Pain. Pain is something people usually hold on to, anger, sadness. I find it strange that we don't hold on to love which is supposed to be this glorious thing but we hold on to darker things more. When we are in love, we tend to enjoy it for the period of time when we think we are in love but once it...

6 O'Clock Train Chronicles

I am on this busRiding to nowhere in particularIt's just like my lifeHeading nowhereOn a steady courseThe train does not hunkThe couple in front of me repulse meThey remind of John before the boozeBefore he decidesTo give himself overArms outstretched to the cuff of drunk See John was a manBefore the day after,He would pat my backAnd comb out my knots,He would work in the dayAnd meet me at the train...

On Feminism

I apologise in advance, there is a chance that i might spiral while writing this and end up getting angry hence use swear words, for my young readers i am really sorry....hopefully i will be able to keep the hulk in me inside till the end of this. It has come to my understanding that a lot of people from the male gender do not feel comfortable with "Feminism" and some from the female gender as well,...

When The Boy You Were In Love With Asks You

When the boy you were in love with asks you if a poem is about him, tell him Yes if it is, tell him No if it is not. If it is he will apologise and he will thank you for writing about him laugh in his face tell him not to thank you does he thank his lungs after each breath?. Tell him not to apologise he is so full of himself tell him he did not break you tell him he gave you poetry, even if you want...

Tutorial 101: How to Digest Poetry.

First of all, a poem can mean anything, i actually depends on you, the reader. A poem holds a lot of meanings and it is open to interpretation, how you digest and understand a poem is up to you. Fro example, a little poem from my book(Solitude): "I am still haunted by the ghosts of all the words that died in my throat." To one person, this is a poem about supernatural forces, about possession and...

Tales From My Book Launch: SOLITUDE

Hey Guys so i have had a crazy week...I was all about Kaduna state planning a last minute book launch which my friend almost bet half his liver and one kidney would be an absolute flop but NOPE, perseverance and dedication rode this all the way. When i went to Nigeria at the end of July, i had decided...

ANNOUNCEMENT!!!

Hey Guys,I am excited to announce that my book, Solitude is now available on Amazon and Createspace estore.https://www.createspace.com/4968579 You can order it from the link abo...

ANNOUNCEMENT!!!!

Excited to announce that my book titled Solitude will be available soon insha Allah. Release date not confirmed yet but soon. x...

Why I Think Nigeria Is No Place For A Woman With Dreams.

As i was passing time on twitter, i saw a retweet by my sister. Someone had tweeted "Nigeria is not a place for a woman with dreams" and i asked my sister who the lady was and she told me she didn't know, nevertheless i retweeted/favourited the tweet and exclaimed how much the tweet expressed my feelings. This is something that has bothered and is still bothering my heart.  Nigeria is most certainly...

Things i am coming to terms with as i am finding my way inside of this Labyrinth we call LIFE

I am still coming to terms with the fact that It is normal for me to care so deeply about something that seems pretty fucking logical and right to me while others could care less and to them, that seems logical and right. I am still trying to accept the fact that not everyone can give a shit like I do and that is OK. It's OK for me and it's OK for them not to give a shit. I am still trying to accept...

My Other Mother

I am going to tell you about my other mother the one i met at the bus stop the one that told me with the sincerity of sunlight that i, was a little her she told me about her life the good and the bad and how she survived this is my other mother the one that did not birth me the one that showed me goodness and kindness. she spoke forgiveness and we shared oysters under the starless night over cups...

Poem

She was A deeply trouble girl who smoked in an alley and wore black lipstick. She dances to music only she could hear and adorns her hair with little white lillies. She wore spiked boots and smelled of rain when it kisses the sand. Underneath her skin are beds of roses waiting to be watered by caressing palms in hopes one day she might bloom into a beautiful rose bu...

Home(1)

Coming to Nigeria is one of the things i sort of never look forward to anymore. I do not remember a time when coming back felt like a home coming to me. Do not get me wrong, my family means the world to me. I would go to the end of the world and back for each and everyone of them. There is just a sense of incompleteness, in a very i-do-not-belong-here kind of way. So with working on my writing, i...

Written by my little sister Mimi

My 13 year old sister(Mimi) wrote this and i was highly fascinated at her thoughts. Forgive any grammatical errors for i will not edit her words. I am posting it as she wrote it. I asked her if i could post it on my blog and she agreed. "In Nigeria, we are facing a lot of things like viruses(Ebola), war, religious crisis, bomb blasts. On the first thought, i just don't understand how Israelis will...

Poem

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Poem

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