Stories, Lessons and Humour.

People are underrated. Yes, I said what I said. I once read a post of a renowned woman in business talked about how she had gone to a meet up of successful women and while introducing themselves everyone had taken to saying their names and then the other 15secs was about their businesses and their careers, she said she had simply stood up, said her name and what she likes to do. It might interest you to know that this wasn't a business meeting neither was it a conference, it was just supposed to be a group of women meeting up to chill. At the time I read the post I had thought she was simply being modest. Ah!  I was young. A successful woman had addressed a gathering of students in my undergraduate days and she had said "the problem I have with this generation is that you are a microwave generation, you want everything and you want it now" my first thought had been "what a wowuu,  we leave the comfort of our rooms and fresh air to come seat like sardines while r...

Today, I'm going to tell you a story, one I have never told anyone. It has remained only in the minds of all who witnessed it. No, it's not a work of fiction. Women have always been dear to my heart, all the hard girl, hard girl still comes with the femininity. A man is not defined by his experiences, this doesn't however mean his experiences don't tell on me. I grew up not knowing something just wasn't right, I learned how to change a car tyre at 14 from my dad, my dad had been careful enough to emphasize to my siblings that your femininity shouldn't make you less productive, in high pitched voice he'd say "my sisters went to the farm with us, you're not a girl to be lazy". This words shaped me into being one that goes for what I want against the odds of being told "but you be woman naw" Secondary school opened my eyes to so much basketball, truth or dare, social night, biscuit flakes and the worst of them of all; devil's b...

Abeke the one, Young, beautiful and voluptuous Innocent, quiet and reserved They called her, the one. Abeke the quiet, Never loud enough they'd say She'd write her woes and sigh away her worries. Abeke the lost, The day he took her Young, confused man stuffed her mouth with sand while taking her ruefully She had cried with all her might But all they had said was Oh! You weren't loud enough She became Abeke the deserted. Abeke the deserted Stone cold she had become So frightened was she in the aftermath of her taking, She forgot that food was for eating and night was for sleeping. Abeke the lunatic Too lost in thoughts to be found Silent for too long to not scream Roaming the streets, she now asks Am I loud enough now?

First day of the first month I had met you Shooting stars Beautiful unicorns Talking donkeys The promise of us Second day of the second month You had held my hands Your eyes locked with mine The silkness & smoothness of your voice My heart skipped a beat when you said Do you know why the sun stays away? The sun loves us but it knows if it comes closer, it'd ruin us Love sometimes is departure You were telling me something I only heard what I wanted to hear 3rd day of the 2nd year You had said, A love that stays sometimes is cowardly You were my happy place And in being happy I was lost I only heard what I wanted to hear 4th day of the 3rd year Waiting at the park I spotted you Locked in another's embrace You told me Loving you Adun would ruin me For you I'm too small Someday you'd understand Lost in grief, I heard only what I wanted to hear. 5th day of the end No more tears to be shed Void larger than ever You judged yourself unw...