You feel it in your chest and stomach When things really hurt You feel it there too When anxiety threatens To swallow you whole Chew and spit you out Before repeating the cycle Let’s not forget the hunger Or the…
Author: thegraceola
Write me a sonnet I want nothing more Than to drown in the words Of a poet whose lines remind me Of golden sunsets A child’s sunny smile And a baby’s gurgling laughter Write me a sonnet I want nothing…
A lot of Nigerians see depression and suicide as a white man sickness. Yet in 2018, Nigeria was ranked as the 5th suicide prone country globally. Thankfully, mental health awareness is gradually becoming a thing in contemporary Nigeria. But for…
I am like a flame, the candle tossed here and there by winds, a bulb under the command of a switch, a shooting star to wish upon.
Hi guys!? It’s been a day and a half. I trust you’ve been well. For me, the past six months have been hectic, life-changing and super productive. Oh well, your fave girl here is about to finally become a published…
This is how we disappear…and the hope, curdles into rage
I shivered one more time not sure if it was due to how my life had turned out or the cold night wind blowing through my barely covered body. I cringed as tears blurred my vision. If only I saw…
We die that we may be born…again. What does this mean to you? Send your thoughts to me via DM on IG (@thegraceola) . . Photo from Pexels
Memories should be memorable…create ones you’ll enjoy remembering?