#poetry THE SOUL ON THE RAIL A Cinematic Reflection by SIMU He was that soul the one who lived with a hand permanently resting on the ship’s rail, as if the universe owed him no stability and he da...

All the years of sojourning on earth, Though has not paid off, Still hold the promise. With hope, comes the light. And the light gives Life. Worry not over the outcome of the past. As gloomy as may...

#poetry THE POEM I SHOULDN’T WRITE If I write you this poem, it will not arrive as words it will arrive as a temperature. A shift in the room. A soft trembling in your breath that wasn’t there a...

#poetry AWOSHIE UNDER THE SUN — EPISODE 1 A Reflection from the SIMU Collection. The sun isn’t just shining it is roasting. Awoshie heat is frying human beings like kelewele not yet ready for m...

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Trouble a faithful guest Time tested to fate afaithful resolve The devils acolyte an endless quest The enigma of time to death resolve Flee flee mortal fools! Hide in the shadows of the light for dar...

#poetry My love for you is like charcoal ancient, steady, and more stubborn than the night itself. It doesn’t spark quickly, it doesn’t rush or flare for show, but once it begins to glow… once ...

Fly not away again, O night and dusk betrayed! Twilight hides in dreams Moans, yearns beyond sleep divides Fade away dawn but an empty heart. I gather my shadows to trust again The path lights the li...

#poetry Why this perfect, beautiful, and charming to the eyes, a scent so fabulous even the blind can feel your presence. You are fair enough in your beauty, yet the one who sees and smells is more ...

#poetry THE PILLARS WE STAND ON A Cinematic Reflection by SIMU Purpose and focus these are the pillars upon which every life, every dream, every destiny is built. Without them, the foundation tremble...

#poetry WHEN I THINK OF YOU When I think of you, my mind doesn’t wander it surrenders. It lays down its weapons, drops its defenses, and bows with both hands on the floor like a worshipper who fin...

#poetry Ijeoma — Wetin I Go Tell Mama Wetin I go tell mama, when my heart dey dance like drum anytime I see your face? Na so my chest dey play skipping rope when your voice enter my ear soft like ...

It's never late to be grate. So, Start where you are; That's your reference point. Life begins at 50 for the late risers. 50, the midcentury is but a magic turn for some. 50: It marks the end of yout...

#poetry THE EMPEROR AND TRUTH — A SIMU REFLECTION Love is not comfort. Love is courage. Love is the strength to speak when silence would be easier, when words could wound, but when they must be said...

Cold, dark and empty The mirror stares my soul Scattered pages lettered Pains, sorrows, woes borne Drifting winds of fate Strayed emotions loosed These falling leaves in lieu, death. Winter blows hot ...

#poetry Once upon an age long faded into dust, a soul who did not know Spartacus or Crixus was marked as adrift a wanderer outside the rhythm of his own civilization. For in those days, the gladiator...

#poetry We were never supposed to meet, merge, or synchronize because the universe knew that if such a fusion happened, the fabric of creativity itself would start to tremble. Now look at the afterma...

#poetry THE ONE WHO IS POETRY A Reflection by SIMU There is a difference a quiet, impossible difference between someone who writes poetry and someone who is poetry. The one who writes poetry has to...

I thought of it all ! IT'S NEVER LATE; TO BE GREAT! NEVER NEVER LATE Greatness, all within without. Greatness within reach, yet can't be reached. Delay, not derailment. For delay is not Denial...

Black blonde. Glitering Eyes like that of a cat. A mood for cheer but butterflies in the stomach. Hair long, curls and charms. The nails are alluring. Body moves are entertaining. Her lips glows l...