What is This Poem?

This poem is a poem
This poem speaks of me; it speaks of you
It speaks of our hopes and our dreams
It speaks of days and nights

This poem is not a poem
It is me talking
It is my thoughts
It is my words

This poem is Africa
Continent not country
Large, diverse, populous
This poem can be great; will be great

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On The Side of a Road: A Short Story

I am attempting to write somewhat like naijarookie (I’m a huuuuge fan). Also, this is based on true events.


It’s a cold night
The street is dark and quiet. It is a short side street. There’s no light, unsurprisingly. Surprisingly, generators are not on.  All the shops are closed.

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#ThisTweet – My Tweets

This is a compilation of my tweets from the #ThisTweet hashtag off MutaBaruka’s “Dis Poem”

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I’ve Been Thinking

Disclaimer: Post may be disjointed. Try and make as much sense of it as you can.

A few days ago, there was a story on a 17 year old girl who was murdered by some men because she refused their advances.

I decided to not read the post but then I changed my mind and read it.

Since I read it, I’ve been thinking.

[One of] every woman’s greatest fear is rape. In what world is it acceptable to murder a child because she refused your sexual advances.

According to the post, which you can read here, the girl wasn’t raped at all.

I turned 17 about 3 months ago and believe me I know what it’s like to be afraid to go to certain places because one man or some men would be there. I understand what it’s like to have strange men grope you and yell disgusting and improper things at you.
I know what it feels like to be afraid of someone violating you.

I was wondering about all the advances and words I have ignored from men and I was thinking about these men. If they had gotten angry enough because of my “pride” or “lack of respect” or “rudeness”, could that girl have been me. Could it have been one of my friends. Someone I know.

You know what I’m tired of? I’m tired of people telling me to stop exaggerating and blowing things out of proportion. I’m tired of having to walk down streets with my earphones in, volume on the highest and head bowed. I’m tired of people not doing anything until someone dies.

I’m pretty sure people in her neighbourhood would have noticed that some men used to bother her but no one did or said anything.

She probably reported the men but she was ignored.

There are many stories like this everyday. How many will get blog posts. How many will get hashtags.

Do something. Whatever you can.

My sister is almost 15. I have a 4 year old cousin. I don’t want them to be afraid of doing things because some perverted man/men would be around.

We can’t grow when there is so much fear

Grace and Peace

Week 5: On buying cars and Thanksgiving

Hello guys, end of another week.

I realize I need to come up with better titles for my posts in the weekly journal category.

This week has to be one of the best weeks of my life ever. It was quite boring but it was fantastic all the same.

Nothing really happened in this week so I’m going to talk about 2 things that have been on my mind all week.

First of all go down low, THANKSGIVING. There was so much noise on twitter about how Nigerians like to famz american culture. My own thanksgiving is a time to reflect on my life and all what God has done for me and thank Him for everything.

About 2 weeks ago, one of my daily devotion(s) was about Thanksgiving. The act was to write a list or 2 of everything your thankful to God for. From ‘A’ to ‘9’. I’m thankful for:
A: Apples, Ayoola, Aunts, (most) Animals, Adeola
B: Boys, Brothers, Beans, Beauty, Binjo, Bible, Bolaji, Blog C: Chicken, Christmas, Carols, Cousins, Countries, Cold nights D: Days of the week, Dara, Desola, Dansol, Debbie
E: Eyes, Everything, Eni, (The) Experience
F: Fries, Food, Friends, Family, Fruits, Funmto, Fred Hammond G: Girls, God,
H: Honey, Houses, Health
I: Ice Cream, Inem, Internet
J: Jesus, Juice
K: Kisses, Kirk Franklin, Kehinde, Kurt Carr
L: Limousine, Love, Lase
M: Music, Mother, Makeup, Me, Muyiwa, Mayowa
N: Noses
O: Oranges, Ore
P: Playfulness, Puppies, Pizza, Prayer Group
Q: Quilts
R: Rice, Results, Rain
S: Spectacular Sunrises and Sunsets, Sister, Songs
T: Teeth, Tongues, Today, Tomorrow, Tami, Travel, Twitter, Todimu, Taiye, Teachers U: Universe, Uncles
V: Verses, (some) Vegetables
W: Winter
X: Xray,
Y: Yesterday
Z: Zebras, Zinc
1: Nose, Mouth
2: Hands, Legs, Siblings
3: Places to be every week
4: Weeks a month
5: Work days
6: people that came to class yesterday
7: Days a week
8: people that started make up class
9: weeks + 1 since started photography.

(To all the people I forgot to include in this list, I’m sorry. I love you guys).

Second thing I wanted to talk about is the Nigerian habit of showing off. Most young people, when they have money, the first thing they buy is a car.
Young man, that car is not a good investment. It’s a liability. If you don’t have a steady income and your own house that you built or bought, then I don’t see why you have a car. You’ll see them, they have 3 cars. They’ll turn the landlord’s house to car park and be owing rent. When you get money, save up to buy land and build a house. Even if it’s a 3 bedroom bungalow. Or buy a house. At least you know that if everything else fails, you won’t be sleeping under the bridge in your fine jeep that you just bought.
Girls are not left out oh. Just because you think you’ll get married doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t go and build/buy house. Don’t deceive yourself.
You’ll be there doing big boys and girls. Is big boy you’ll eat when you’re hungry.