I have always wanted glasses for as long as I can remember. Glasses are for the brilliant, I would say. I saw people with glasses as people who were in touch with some form of divine intelligence and I wanted that. The thing is, my eyes are small, if you've ever seen me reading you … Continue reading Intelligent People Wear Glasses.
I am from that part of Africa where ancestors come back from time to time, Where children may be parents and parents parents parent; Where Iyabo's, Tatyum's, Kayum's, Nnanna's and Enem's reign. Sometimes they come bearing their names so they are never forgotten, like Onma, my Mother's Mother. Gender is not a thing; my sister … Continue reading Where I come from
Siting outside Staring at nothing Can't believe its all over The lonely nights I cried Finally I can breath Finally I can feel the sun Finally I can enjoy life The way I'm supposed to The pains are gone now I really can't see the scars anymore So let's say, time did the fading Although, … Continue reading The Rose that grew from concrete