TALES BY MOONLIGHT

The hare and the tortoise; legends of our childhood We basked under the radiating beauty of the silver moon Like little chatter boxes, our voices overlapped each other's "Children" Grandpa's voice oozed like a charm, quickly bewitching its victim It spread giggles as it tickled our very ears Grandpa sounded like a yukele, every string rightly plucked The resonating music, a recipe for pure joy "The hare was sly but the tortoise was crafty" All fell silent, our eyes grew ten times larger His v...

A DAY A TIME

I sent him pictures every time He said he loved my nails so I sent pictures every time I had them done He'd beam bright and stare every time Then it all ended, I cut my nails short and never painted them again Would you cut your neck if he liked it too? Daisy's words rung over and over in my head So I grew my nails again and I painted them I beamed brightly as I stared at them But mockery, she taunted me; You think this means you're over him now "No, but it means I am over the little piece...

UNGIVEN LOVE

I don't want to take your love Is not that I can't but I have nothing to give in return And that is never a fair exchange #poetry

ODDLY HUMAN

Suddenly, we're nothing in the face of death We cower in the presence of failing health We pale in the face of grave danger Our bodies crumble in the presence of time Our knees grow weak in the face of rejected love And we become humbled by our humanity #poetry

WEDNESDAY WISDOM

So I said to fear; I'll do it anyway #wednesdaywisdom

THIRST

#poetry This dire thirst might be what kills me I am drowning yet I die of thirst This parchy feeling in my throat might be what kills me The more I drink the thirstier I get It is like pouring a cup of water into a burning furnace I have consumed waters enough to drown a village yet I remain dry as the desert Perhaps it is my soul that is parched Maybe my troubles have finally reached the end of my soul and all hell is about to break loose

UNTANGLE AFRICA'S CHAINS, PLAYING MY PART

Mother Africa, she is favored amongst many mothers for she stands head and shoulders above them all flanked by her beautiful children; Savannah, Rainforest, Mediterranean and Desert She is free, unchained from the shackles of the Western world, she whistles her song of freedom and tells the tales of her long gone days of slavery to her children She is free but perpetually enslaved to tradition and society. The Orishas still demand blood so she pays with the lives of her children She pays wit...

NEVER A CHILD

#poetry #nirclestories Chidinma is my neighbor's daughter, she is the first fruit of her mother, the pride of her family, an Ada. She stands tall amongst six siblings, one could easily tell who the commander of the forces of Obiageli's compound was. Chidinama's voice rings clear through the entire compound, she calls her siblings to order in a single shout and you wouldn't dare disobey for she will land a fine slap on your face; a trait she very well learnt from her mother A hundred and sixty...

LAST NIGHT

#poetry Last night's train took me right back to you You were not my destination but somehow I found what I wasn't looking for; there you were standing right in front of me Separated by the chasm of time, I stood in the present while you stood in the past, still unreachable as you've ever been You shone before my eyes; tall, elegant and beautiful. No words were said but louder than all was the sound of my heart wrenching and the pain in both our eyes as I turned away from the illusion and le...

COLOURS AND FLOWERS

#poetry Colors and flowers The two go together just like you and I You and I are like the dew and the mountain top We are like the rain and the rainbow We are like the vine and the wine We are like the star and the sky We are like the gazelle and the doe We are like the desert and the willow We are like the beach and the sand We are like the spring and the rock We are like the volcano and the lava We are like the winter and the snow We are like bone and blood

THE FACE OF DEPRESSION

#poetry He had no ugly razor scars No sunken red eyes No hollowed cheeks No blackened lips or caramaled teeth He Wore the finest regalia Drank the most exquisite wine And moved with poise His laughter was intoxicating His accent was elite He looked like the perfect gentleman So I didn't know it was him when he showed up Our hands intertwined And our hearts interewove We merried together day and night But I didn't know it was him I didn't know it was him Until I started looking for what I co...

MAYBE IT'S ME

#poetry #nirclestories All these brokenness around Maybe it's me How come there's always these shards around me? Maybe it's me who is the rock that constantly breaks others All these bleeding hearts around Maybe it's me How come I'm always covered in blood? Maybe it's me who always carries a knife brutally tearing others All these blistered souls around Maybe it's me How come my blood boils all the time? Maybe it's me who is the fire that burns everything that touches me

THE SCARECROW

#poetry She is rooted to her post, a true soldier dedicated to her battle She is the farmer's vigilante She keeps the predators at bay and the thieves cower in her presence Her watchful eyes sink into the hearts of attackers and sends them fleeing No matter how hard I try her hawk like eyes never lose sight of me They follow me like heat follow the fire Alas! she is a little more than just a scarecrow She is fear herself Eyes borne into my soul laying bare all the HOWS and the WHAT IFS Makin...

I CHOOSE FREEDOM

#poetry I choose freedom It's been only a million years of not wanting to break you Not wanting to hurt you Not wanting you to hate me So I stayed and became anything you gazed upon I saw as you saw and became the reflection of all that your eyes fell upon Yet not once did you close those beautiful eyes that I might rest a little So I choose freedom Allow me the luxury of selfishness that I too may fly

THE DAY I MET DANIELLA

#NircleStories I had just moved into the family house and on that auspicious Sunday evening we concluded evening service and I was rushing back to my room. From about 4 feet away, I saw a cat meandering its way into my room and I'm terrified of cats so I ran back down stairs and called mama (Sisters' coordinator) "Mama there's a cat in my room" I half screamed "Oh, You haven't met Daniella??" And I was like "Daniella, What is Daniella??" And she said "Our house cat" House cat kini are you peo...

LEARNING

I am having trouble monitoring my views for posts, it reaches a high then starts to drop rapidly. I have tried to reach the nircle help line to no avail. Is anyone else having a similar situation? Please help #nircleofficial #Learning #poet #poetry

CRY ME A RIVER

#poetry Cry me a river And I will gladly swim in it For your tears are like a recompense for my many years of torment Cry me a river And I shall gladly drink to quench this dire thirst For your tears are like dew drop for my parched soul Cry me a river That I may dance as I water my crops For your tears will now grow the love your refused to nurture Cry me a river That I may know that karma took sides with me But even your tears burn a hole in my heart

The fathers beyond

#poetry #fathersday I would love to know my dear father Does the world tilt that side? Do the birds sing when the morning comes? Does the sun spill it's golden glue when it rises holding watchers in a trance they would gladly dwell in? Does the moon beckon to her child stars and gather them like a halo above her head? Do the winds whisper tales of glorious creatures my world hasn't seen? I would like to know my father But alas! you're not here to tell me Even on a happy day like this all I can d...

FRIEND

#poetry I have a friend but not really He loves me Or maybe not He laughs with me I'm sure he does But is that mockery I hear undertone He compliments me I'm sure he does But why is it riddled with ridicule He applauds me I'm sure he does But why does it ring with disdain I have a friend I'm sure I do Or maybe I don't

STAY

#poetry I stay by the river I hope her waves wash away this filth I stay by the forest I hope her wind blows away these whispers of evil I stay by the desert I hope her sand buries this pain I remain in the multitude hoping to find solitude

PLAY ME

#poetry Play me For you I'll gladly be a cello so play me So long as I get to stay right here with you You can play me A poem dedicated to unrequited love and the lovers that settled

Heart Check

#Learning Who is it easier to forgive? A loved one or a stranger? Why?

Goodly Evil

You were the apex of my doom but also my miracle to prove that I was human after all #poetry

I can't See

My eyes, they're blind They can see but they're blind They can see the sky but not deceit They can see the flowers but not malicious intent They can see the rain but not mockery They can see the crowd but not impudence My eyes, they're blind Shrouded by the veil of naivety They can't see evil until it is done and gone My eyes, they can't see; the kindness in my heart has bewitched my eyes not to see #Poetry

Unbrave Shyness was my companion for years Putting me down the horizon every day like the setting sun A spectacular scene it was Only I never rose Always dusk and never dawn I stuck to her for she made life comfortable Together we did nothing Everyday was an endless party of Merry nothings I was drunk on anxiety and fear of the unknown Intoxicated by her charm and stopped of value Very many years down the road and starting to gray Yet in all our years she gave me nothing She did make sure ...

A sick soul can lead to a sick body but never a sick body to a sick soul. When you've mastered the art of caring for your soul, you truly win at life. You become a sturdy tree; seen every storm and every wild wind but you remain still because this too shall pass #wellnessWesdnesday

The mundane unfeeling self is poetry itself The bleak forlorn future is poetry itself The dampness of your spirit The frustration and anxiety IS poetry itself When you don't feel, write that which you don't feel

I'm beautiful but that's between my mirror and me I stare at her every morning and she goes "girl you're the prettiest thing in the world" I blush, look myself over and giggle "I know" But the moment I step out, I become a pebble in a sea of over a billion faces I'm outstanding but that's between my mirror and me I stare at her every morning and chant words that could convince a village of farmers to go to war with rakes and hoes But the moment I step out my voice becomes an echo bouncing off ...

MY MOTHER’S SOUP The steaming hot plate of soup sat elegantly and eyed me The magnificent leafy green twirling around red palm oil Chunks of tender cow hide soaked in ground melon The aroma could easily cast a spell A spell able to bewitch your mouth to drool and your stomach to growl My mouth was overrun with saliva at the mere sight of it I dug in excited and frankly, there was nothing quite like the taste of it I nearly spat out the sumptuous meal when I tasted it It was laced with ...