The Importance Of Pages Like Humans Of New York

I have always followed the HONY page. I always look forward to reading Brandon's page whenever he travelled out of the US, like when he toured the Middle east and then a bit of Asia. I know i am not alone in this. I would scroll through people's comments whenever i am done reading a story to see people's reaction. Mine is usually exhilaration, especially stories that directly resonate with me and...

Immigrant Diaries (4): Allah In English

Last month your family walked to europe last month the bombs went off in Paris. now you pray in english you don't say "subhanallah" when you trip Mary sneezes in class you quickly bite your tongue so you don't say "yarhamakillah" your father shaves his face calls himself Mark instead of Musa your sister packs you a p and j sandwich it tastes like puke in the cafeteria you lick your lips your mother...

The Cruelty Of The Streets of Twitter

Twitter is a very mean and unkind place. I am continually amazed at the severity of this. This is not the first of its kind and unfortunately, not the last. A twitter user and blogger shared her story of gang rape, immediately, hell broke lose on twitter. You would think this is the time when human beings unite and show their humanity, instead, aggressiveness was all that was displayed. I understood...

A List Of Really Great Books I Read In 2015

It is amazing...just yesterday i was texting people a Happy New Year text and today, it is November, almost 2016. A lot has happened...too much in fact. Amidst all the craziness of this world and the circumstances that are our lives, i have stumbled upon some great books this year. I do not remember a time when i read as much as i read this year. It is not like i had more free time this year, i was...

Immigrant Diaries (3): Go Home

They say; "go back to where you came from" as we became bent from carrying home on our backs. you think we want to be here? you think we want to break the ocean to hear you say our names? noor sounds like darkness from your mouth. you ask if i burn in the sun you tell me slavery was not such a "big deal" do you still think we want to be here...

La Haine (The Hate)

I made this gif from my favorite movie titled La Haine meaning The Hate. It is french movie made in 1995. It is amazing, this movie was made in the 20th century and today, almost 2016 in the 21st Century, same people are still fighting the same wars. Is the world not exhausted? From all this fighting?...

The Nigerian Civil Servant And The Public

The Nigerian civil servant is the most under-appreciated person in the working world. I think this is the problem, because the civil-servant also feels under-appreciated, he/she also regards his/her job with little care. Have you ever being to an organisation run by the government(e.g public library, government hospital etc) and had someone who works there treat you so bad that you regret ever stepping...

Immigrant diaries (2): Things we left in the water

As water sipped in Through the sides of the boat Your conductor asks you To dump everything you don't really need What do you mean? You ask, he says "throw it all over board" Your father throws away The guilt of cheating Your mother dumps out The dissatisfaction of marriage The woman opposite you Spits out the pain of miscarriage Your aunty flings away The shame of sexual curiosity You take of your...

The Voice Of New Nigeria

Image Source: Igemcity I am very very excited about this generation of young people. There is an ample amount of young people lately whom have wild ideas and i am very happy about that. As i had spent my summer working with children (whom i adore) i noticed a trend with young people, they have...

The Aftermath of War

Head shot  Bleeds the forehead of a nation  Whose mother is plunging fingers  Into her belly wrenching out  The womb of disaster  A nation cries tears  Of remembrance for the days  When the sun shone  And when it rained  The rainbow curved across the sky  Casting Gods smile  On green grass  And the children's ribs  Were...

Immigrant Diaries (1): At Sea

Salt water up to your chest your mother cries a house cries dry land cries a family cries love. Salt water up to your throat your mother cries peace cries a home cries a god cries survival Salt water up to your chin your mother cries anger cries rage cries war cries revenge Salt water up to your eyes your mother cries forgiveness cries a country cries defeat cries surrend...

...Your Father

Your father pushes his cart every night to the street opposite 5 stands by the corner and stirs white rice he says he makes the best chickpeas and with shredded chicken it is the best your fathers teeth is blackened with tea you tease him about it he says it is wisdom your mother says it is poverty rich peoples teeth don't blacken with tea Your father pushes his cart every night sells rice by the...

Homecoming As A Woman

I came to Nigeria a week ago hoping with all the hope that i could muster up in my heart that home would feel like home. That i would walk into the house where i barely grew up in and feel a sense of belonging...it was all in my head, the moment i came home, i realised i had made a big mistake. The...

Whispers At Night

Image Source At night you have dreams of kneeling in prayer to a God whom you have closed your heart to like old friends whom occasionally remember what was, your lips whisper holy names you don't open your eyes but behind your eyelids there is an image of a holy place a holy heart you don't say...

Blackness (1):The subtlety of the Race Issue

Image Source: 101 Hd wallpapers To be honest, i never saw myself as black until i moved away from Africa. I had grown up in a predominantly black society in that the issue of my skin color was never even an issue at all. I first knew what it meant to be black when i walked into a lecture hall...

Book Review: Corridors Of My Mind

This is for my Poetry lovers. It is a scary thing to feel a writers emotions so deeply. Reading Corridors Of My mind was a roller coaster of emotions for me. It is an elegant collection of passionate love,pain, joy, calm, healing.It is almost a progression from pain to relief. I am glad i read this book. This breathtaking collection will have you clenching your fist against your heart out of raw...

Skin

Two lovers Hungry for touch Desperate for that Skin on skin intimacy The merging of wet lips They traced the lines On each others body Like unclaimed territories Deciphering the map That led to passion. See, two lovers Numbed by the pain Craved for that Skin on skin connection Each one blinded By pleasure points Tracing kisses In a cold winter night. Two lovers Tongues heavy with words Untold stories Held...

Update

So i haven't written here in a while...mainly because i have had too much going on with me. To be honest, i just have not being feeling very up to writing. I am super stressed with my masters thesis but hopefully in a couple weeks, i would have graduated and i will have more time to post on here. Another reason why i haven't written here in also because i am one of the writers at Ezibota (click...

Resistance

The song of resistance rose from the throats of men Whose hands are breaking the chains Of suppression of rights The sound of the wisdom of the old And the roar of the energy of the young Filled the sky Rising and falling To the beat of the hearts of men Anchored like chains hands locked in Men marched across the bridge of oppression Stomping feet to break free of bonds of segregation The song of...

Book Review(3): Norwegian Wood-Haruki Murakami

First of all, i felt like i held my breath all through reading this book. I sort of binge read it all in a day and when i was through i had to sit a bit to catch my breath. It literally left me breathless, i am still reeling from the after-effects. Norwegian wood was such a journey for me, it was a severely depressing book i have to say but i think that is the most attractive thing about it (apart...

The Song Of The Birds

You with your calloused feet You walk around here like you run shit Haven't you heard That the crown of men has been broken That the birds have taken flight And sung the songs of freedom You with your calloused feet You raise your chest high Competing with the skies Did you not see The height of the birds How they glide Above man day and night With pompous wings And angry talons Oh men, they sing We...

Marriage

*drum-roll as i am about to get into trouble for this article* Ladies, ask your mothers today, "Do you think the best i can do in this life is marriage? Do you think i can be anything more than a wife?". Sit on the answer, i do not want to know. I told my sister i was going to write an article about this once again and she goes "more like rant". That's true, i am here to rant and talk true stuff. Anyway,...

The Freedom Of Love

You would think love is such an obvious thing, to share your soul and body with a partner, to have real conversations, talk about fears and hopes. Love is not as complicated as we make it, it should come freely, like a flowing river, love does not require practice or skill, love boils from the depths of your soul and radiates through every pore on your skin, love does not suffocate. Love does not...

The Love That Keeps On Taking

Even with my beating heart Held bloody and hot In his greedy hand He still wanted more of me Even with my last breath Still warm against his face He still needed me to give more After i have Stripped my self naked and bare Peeled the skin back From my skull to my feet Folded it neatly With fumbling bleeding skeletal fingers And handed it over He still wanted more Needed more I have given away Every...

2015: Friendships

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!! I am very excited because this is my first article in 2015, it has being a while since i wrote an article and i am excited. 2014 has being an amazing year for me. I figured out what i wanted to do with my life, found my career path, wrote a whole lot, published a book, re-designed...