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…
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…
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
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.