To You

Have you been in a situation where suddenly you realize that you were never what you thought you were? It could be in a romantic relationship, among friends, or just in a situation where you’re the plan B. You’re sought after only because the first option didn’t work out. Hear me, you can be the

A Silhouette of Regret

Here’s a poem in two parts, written about 2 years ago. It is funny how the so-called silhouette challenge reminded me of my then unfinished poem. The Silhouette of Regret (Part 1 above) is a piece on the description of Akande’s past- mistakes and regrets. He lives with them even though he tries to play

Oríkì Sokí(Individual Praise Poetry)

In the South-Western part (Yorubaland) of Nigeria, there are various types of names.According to Oyeronke Ouewunmi, customarily, Yoruba names were not gender-specific and as such, males and females bore the same names. But now, names themselves are beginning to describe gender. Although there are different categories of Oríkì such as Oríkì Orile (family/lineage praise poetry),

The Beauty of Nature

The beauty of nature is so real that sometimes I pinch myself to understanding it. Its effects transcend our outer world to our inner-oh! What such awe it breeds. Sometimes I ask myself ‘what is it that makes nature both powerful and beautiful?’ Ralph Waldo Emerson notes that ‘the simple perception of natural forms is

HOPE

In yester days, and yester weeks You never thought to agree with me Neither did I you But here comes a raging force With the power for unity in diversity Hope is it that unites us Sprouting in our souls without permission With no boundaries, it thrives Even in the abysmal abyss, it blossoms For

I AM A WOMAN

Several years back, I was dejected and I blamed myself for being a woman. I thought life was unfair to me, but with an introspection into my core, I realized that I am more than I think of myself. Yes that I can achieve whatever irrespective of the social constructions. That you are a woman

BROKEN

I am neither better than a bird with a broken wing nor a snail with a broken shell Damaged in all angles I want to fly, I want to soar Yet frustrated Sometimes I feel free, other times I am trapped I cannot fly, so I stand I make excuses, I try to hide my

A HAMLET OF WAR

Gazing all around All I see is a cruel battle scene With obnoxious smell of blood,The stench grows stronger Lost souls scattered round the lieu No flies or vulture to feast when due As I look around, My heart drowns in despair Hardly can I see For my eyes are dazzled with fumes. Can this

STRENGTH

Instantly, my eyes were open Of what use is it, I asked To have you muddle my mind To have you eke my rest It is time I let go I need my mind, I need my peace Free from attachments, free from shackles   I forgive you even if you aren’t sorry                 -Strength