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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 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...

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 ...

#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...

#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...

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...

#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...

#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...

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 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 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 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 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 ...

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...

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 ...

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 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...