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How Do I Do You? _ _ ♯poetry

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  Do I make you feel as a teetotaller feels when he takes a cup of beer? Does my sight warm your heart or hurts your eyes as gazing at the sun does? Does my touch feel like the raging sun on your skin or like rain on the same? Does my arms around you make you feel in a safe haven or does it make you feel surrounded by thistles fortified by summer? Do you at my presence feel like a caged bird or like a bird set free? How free do you feel? Is it like a bird set free with its feather to fly plucked? Does your smile as bright as the noon sun define how you feel with me or hide the same? Does your heart tingle or squirm? Does your heart scream to your lips to take mine in captivity or does it scream to your legs to take over? Do I do your precious life as stars do the sky or as feet do the river? Do I as water does fire or as good soil does root do you? How Do I Do You? explores the uncertainty of love and perception — that fragile space between desire and doubt, warmth and distance. I...
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Just Imagine _ _ ♯poetry

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  The soil received my seeds, But the seeds were reluctant— Same as the soil. Months on months, But none did their part. Just imagine. It’s 12 p.m. already, But the sun is still lingering. Darkness engulfs the world— I can’t see you, And vice versa. Just imagine. The cloud is pregnant, But the rain won’t fall. It’s still thinking about it. It’s now October, But not a single drop. Just imagine. Seeds germinate, Sun rises, Rain falls— But I’m still lingering. I’ll do it tomorrow. Just imagine. “Just Imagine” is a quiet reflection on procrastination and missed alignment—when everything else begins to function, yet we remain stagnant. Using natural metaphors of seeds, sun, and rain, the poem explores the irony of delay despite readiness. It's a call to act, a mirror to our hesitation, and a subtle reminder that imagining is not enough if we never begin. Sometimes, even when the world is ready, we still choose to wait—and that choice has consequences. Access al...
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I Will Rise Again _ _ ♯poetry

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  Withering is no longer eerie, It is a part of the revolution. Eye-catching buds quake, Tossing and turning in bits. Soil receives them with a giggle, And as the bees wail, The sunflower reassures: I will rise again. Leaves turning crisp, Autumn leaves falling in fall, Breeze blowing, Fragile leaves plummeting. And as the soil mocks the intimacy, The deciduous tree whistles Through the gleeful wind; It will rise again. Gathered up in scuds, Caged waters breaking away, Winds howling, Chill shivers, teeth grinding. And as the land mocks The fallen tears of the distant sky, The flowing water pets; You will rise again. Life’s trials do shake us, Stones and bones thrown, Pellets and bullets fired. We lost where others won, And some walked over us. But with enough resilience, Let us smile through it all and say: We will rise again. “I Will Rise Again” is a poetic meditation on resilience through the lens of nature and human experience. Drawing imagery...
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A Sad Face is a Funny Face _ _ ♯poetry

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  You're robed in soot, maybe flattened and poked by pointed soles of mean souls. Still, make your look voiceless if a smile cannot be faked. Pocket the look of loss, straighten the crinkles of worries; your distorted brows. Give them not what they want, for a sad face is a funny face. “A Sad Face is a Funny Face” speaks to the quiet resistance found in guarding one's expression amidst pain. It addresses how the world, sometimes cruel, may find amusement in another's sorrow. The poem encourages silent strength, the power of withholding visible defeat, and the quiet dignity in protecting one’s vulnerability. It’s not a call to pretend all is well, but a reminder that even in grief, our face can be a shield. All poems here 
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Take a Break _ _ ♯poetry

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  If sun never takes a pause, The world might be full of flaws. If day never ceases a while, The world might not rest awhile. Let the birds flap their wings, Let the birds perch on trees. Let the wind blow and the rain fall, But let the two pause and sprawl. Take a break To escape a wreck. Take a break Or become a wreck. “Take A Break” is a gentle reminder that rest is not a weakness but a necessity. Drawing from the natural rhythm of the world—the sun, the day, the birds, the rain—the poem invites readers to reflect on the importance of pause. In a world that glorifies constant motion, this piece offers a moment of stillness, urging us to breathe, reset, and avoid burnout. Sometimes, survival is in the stillness.   Access all poems here
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What I Am _ _ ♯poetry

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  To hurt; hit maul I am a wall. To break; hack terrify I am the sky. To annihilate; shoot spear I am the air. To exist amidst y’all; I must be all.
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Olaide _ _ ♯shortstory

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  (Part 1) Laide was baffled. She had trudged all the way to the spot where she and Irede had agreed to meet—Oke Ajuwon, the place they visited just two weeks ago—but there was no sign of him. No footprints. No familiar scent. Nothing. She dropped her heavy bags and heaved a deep sigh. Her limbs ached, her spirit more so. She looked around desperately, but there was no trace of his arrival. Slowly, she sank onto her bags and began to fondle her twisted pigtails, her heart thudding painfully beneath her chest. Laide wasn’t just beautiful—she was radiant, a young woman filled with grace and quiet strength. But now, tears streamed down her striking face as the events of the past three days flooded her memory. Her father, Biyi, was a revered hunter and warlord—known for his courage and unwavering loyalty to his land. But three days ago, a gut-wrenching message reached Yayegbe: their warriors had been defeated in battle. And Laide knew what that meant. There were only two possibili...
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