They told us once the sky was a playground, a blue that kept its promises like a mother. We learned to fly paper birds on afternoons, to thread our names into string and let them go. Now the sky is a...

#poetry THE DARK EMBER WITHIN Tagline: “Not all shadows are cast some are born.” A Cinematic Reflection by SIMU There is no doubt that evil exists but the greatest deception lies in where we cho...

As a colleague, she is my flaw finder Knows better than me even my area of study of course her loyalty is of Lucifer in the neighborhood, she is the oldest and most efficient tenant As an in-law, she ...

#poetry THE NEW SHADE OF BREED A Reflection by SIMU There is a new shade of people rising a breed that is inwardly worldly yet outwardly wrapped in a refined religious cloak. They indulge in everythi...

#poetry *TODAY💔😔.* I met you today And my healing flinched. Not because I want you, But because my pain still knows your name. You didn’t touch me, Yet everything in me remembered how it f...

#poetry “The Pollen of Us” We are like pollen light enough to drift, yet carrying the weight of worlds unseen. We float through life, blown by winds we cannot name, held by currents we cannot tam...

#poetry THE GAZE There are looks… And then there are events moments so powerful they do not simply happen, they alter the architecture of a soul. A man may look at a woman and see beauty. Simple, ...

#poetry Potent lips wearing down her fortitude . Claiming Kisses ,guarded down dressed in nothing but goosebumps from the words of her master wielded through longing and devotion. She craves a man wh...

#poetry Evidence of the Rain There are times… when you don’t need to ask if it rained… to know that it did. The evidence lies all around you… if you are willing to look. The wet earth… the s...

#poetry FLAMES AGAINST THE WIND A SIMU Reflection All we ever truly have in life are moments and memories. All we ever truly own are moments and memories. Even those we cherish… even the ones that s...

For the dawn that breaks on the Lagos lagoon, A city hums a steel-and-glass tune, But underneath the freeway’s steady groan, Lies the older rhythm, the bedrock tone. It’s the crackle of akara in ...

*After April showers come May flowers.* The April showers— unexpected, unwanted, undesired— mirrors of compulsory labour, born of a passion for academic success, guided by seasoned yet stern sch...

#poetry My Love, Sometimes a thought drifts through my mind so quietly, yet it leaves behind a satisfaction so deep it almost feels like a secret blessing. It is the thought that I could pour out enti...

Day 1 of the 30-Day LinkedIn Posting Challenge. So let me (re)introduce myself. Hi, I’m Bethel-Gold Lambe-Rohi. I’m a writer, poet, storyteller, and brand strategist. In simple terms, I help pe...

#poetry *To the Unwritten Poets…* 🖤🖋️ Not every poet writes. Some are simply *gifted with words, words that live in the *heart, mind, body, and soul,* but find it hard to come out on pap...

To whom should you be beholden? Friends today enemy tomorrow Enemies today, friends tomorrow. All that is new is flash and attractive and likely to be embraced by all. New disease take the world by ...

#Poetry Wikey's Jesters Bunch of opportunists mercenary, with despicable nuisance value. All belly gods Procured and deployed to Masturbate their insanity All free of modesty, lacking etiquette Jes...

Down the streets to the marketplace, there was foodstuffs everywhere, clothings as much as I can buy. So much stuffs that man needed to live. I could recall counting pharmacy stores along the mai...

Unseen, Yet seen through works. Seen, Yet invisible. Within all lies hidden pure evil. Devil lives in everything mortal; And shall come to an end. If I can't see him — the devil — that...

Size 20 × 24 inches Medium: Charcoal pencil, graphite pencils on paper ​A Letter to Your Soul ​Take a moment. Look into the stillness of this face and recognize the weight you’ve been carry...