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…
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?
I guess what I’m trying to say is this: Don’t lose yourself in the process of growing. Fans are important but friends are important-er.
HIM: I want to feel your touch, the warmth of your flesh on mine I want to hear your voice and the rhythm it brings It sounds like Beethoven when he’s on the keys Your presence is divine, your aura…
As long as it rains And the seas forever flow I will love you still . . I guess I’m really getting into the Haiku vibe. Also, I’m kind of all up in my feelings these days☺️ . -The Grace…
I’ll come to you whole From the mud I’ll bloom again None the worse for wear . . . A little back story: So, I woke up really late that morning and kept sleeping back due to laziness + rain…
PEACE. BE. STILL.
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‘The Lighthouse is the fellowship of brethren, Christ is the keeper, the Light is His Word, the boat is life, we are the sailors and the ocean is noisome pestilence’- The Grace Ola
Hi Beautiful,
You are like a cold bath after a long day in the sun…
Lanre
I wish you were here
Sometimes, I feel like I hear you whispering my name
Like a soft breath right behind my ear
The tongue-tied feeling that comes over me when I attempt to read your expressions and end up catching your eyes. Fighting not to get lost in them means I have to pause and gather my wits.
The name of the game is give and take
You give that you may be given
And you are given so that you may give
‘What exactly are you trying to say?’ Tade was starting to get worried. Arinze lowered his voice
even more and bent towards him conspiratorially. He spoke in hushed tones. ‘I am saying that all the past owners of that house have died mysteriously and
everybody knows. Everyone is afraid to buy it so it has been empty for the past three years. Rumour has it that a ghost haunts the house.’
We have no excuse but to live each day INTENTIONALLY, with PURPOSE and towards a PRODUCTIVE END. It is our RESPONSIBILITY to live like everyday is our last because it just might be. We never know when it will all end. It could be the second after you finish reading this and it could be eighty years from now or more.
We stand by the docks, our emotions in letters
They float in little wooden boats, pushed by the winds of our affection
For in the deep corners of our hearts, rests the hidden mail box
Out of the reach of society
Where eyes can’t see, nor hands touch
So, in order to say a bit more of the things I have in mind, I write them out, and they flow out of me with ease, and sometimes, even with some finesse and aesthetic. Most times, I don’t have to think too hard. The words are just right there, dancing around in my head, waiting for me to ink them. I write because I have more to say than I am allowed to. I will write until I have said it all…which will be most likely…never.
You know, when they talk about love, they don’t tell you everything. No, they sugar-coat it and talk about happily ever afters, the simple and complex arguments and the bizarre breakups. Maybe they even tell of some of the struggles…but they never talk about us. They don’t tell you of the several trials and errors. They don’t tell you of the pain, and the stigma. They don’t tell you about us, the ones who fall for people we can’t be with.
…The eye contacts, the brush of our fingers, the thumping of my heart when I find myself staring at your lips, wondering how they’d feel against mine…and get caught in the act…
And we’ll always be here, waiting to tell your stories, Your humble wordsmiths
Show someone love today (you can tag them if you want or even just send a DM. Just tell them how much you love and appreciate them. I don’t think anyone ever gets tired of hearing that. P.S: It could even be me. What are you waiting for? Go for it!)
Be humble. Sit down
Yes, I said it. And don’t worry, I’m also taking notes for the girl in the mirror (that’s me).
One day, when the glory comes, it’ll be ours…
But I’d rather not hear from you, how you’ve loved me since we were two
Anyway, I went to ask my younger sister if I could borrow her phone to use for Instagram but she was sleeping. Sleeping! Sleeping ke? At this critical time when I was about to shoot the shot that would shoot me out of St. Singlehood. Never! So, I woke her up to ask her for the phone and her password (every 16-year-old has that these days…jeez).
He watched his mother take his last breath. In all his life, he had never felt so…empty. The moment it was about to happen, that moment when everything stopped and the universe stood at attention for an act that altered his life forever, he knew.
The d-day had come. Nigerians came out. Votes were cast. Hopes raised. Boxes numbered. But one thing was sure, a winner was announced: the ‘people’s’ choice.
‘Sure.’ I smiled at him like the lovestruck idiot that I was. I watch him walk off and imagined how the beautiful babies we’d have would be just as funny as he was. We’d live in a house by the lake, have three children and the rest would fall into place.
Fall on your knees Ye offspring of Jezebel Your feet have led your heart to ruin As your fingers played a tune of doom Know ye not that haughty hearts Attract all but things that edify Have you not heard…
The world we live in today tends to pressure one into trying to attain unrealistic perfection. You can relate right?
It is a conspiracy, it is weird, bizarre and a secret that should have been obvious. Someway somehow, we are all messed up and are just covering madness with sane people clothes.
I’ve been avoiding you ever since…not because I’m embarrassed…okay maybe I am…a little…but because I’ve started writing a book…it’s about you.
Hi guys. My name is Lola and I know you don’t know me. I stole Grace’s laptop because I really need to tell you guys this. I need the world to understand why I dropped out of school because I feel it will help a lot of people in achieving their goals and objectives in life. Seriously. So here goes:
I long to run my fingers over your skin And…down the small of your back To feel you shiver against my touch As I do the same with my tongue I see you and I watch you As your body…
See that girl up there, well…that’s me. Lol, I’m kidding, that’s not me. It’s just a picture I got off Google that kind of fit my mood as of now. I am Kemi, 24, brown-skinned, engaged and always hungry. I…
P . U . B . L . I . S . H . E . D Again!!! ” “You make me sick!” I spit at him as he advances towards me, his white sandals making a foreboding tap-tap on…
Charged air. Heavy breathing. Thumping hearts. Eyes met. This feeling was mutual but they were the only ones in the room who knew what was going on. Everyone else carrying on their business in the airport waiting area like nothing…
Hey guys! So, I wrote for an anthology recently and it has finally been published in hardcover. Yay!!! It is basically about the prejudice and societal lines that have been drawn between races of the world because of varying skin…
Hey hey guys! I’m back again to take you through the labyrinth that is my mind. I was recently in a session and the speaker focused on telling us to “find our space” and at the end of it all,…
I closed my diary and rolled on the bed to stare at the ceiling. Then, I reached out to put off the bedside lamp and simply stayed there on my bed thinking. I had just written about my fight with…
Book Cover!!!!! You can go download my short story for free on OkadaBooks. It’s for the Campus Writing Challenge. How The Great Have Fallen details the enigmatic rise and fall of controversial Nigerian Senator Baja. The tale is honestly told…
I sat and listened as the preacher taught us: The beginning of freedom is death And the limitation of man is life Life is a cage and death is freedom For the immortal to be born he must…
I struggle, I twist and turn, I roll over in stubbornness while she suffers I do not want her to suffer neither do I want her in pain But… It is she who has been assigned To introduce me to…
“Perfect? But…,what about fun Mo?” “It’s not about fun, fun is not in this picture and it’s not been for a long time. And don’t call me Mo. We’re not friends.” They stood there for a long time. He tried…
“Yeah. Much much easier.” He teased. She smiled for the first time since he’d seen her and he had to stop himself from reaching out to touch her, she was so beautiful. “You know I’ve been searching for a dance…
Lagos, Nigeria June, 2007| An exercise mat laid on the sparsely lit dance floor as a stereo played soft music in the background, Tasha Cobbs’ Grace. A lone dancer in black tights and a black top walked gracefully unto the…
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…