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THE LOST ART OF SUBTLETY
#poetry “The Lost Art of Subtlety” Welcome to a generation where reading a full sentence feels like a marathon, where attention spans are stitched together with blinking emojis and vibrating notifications. A time where every idea must come with bright colours, sound effects, and kindergarten illustrations before the mind decides it is worthy of meaning. The art of subtlety is starved. Nuance is dehydrated. Silence is suspicious. If a story does not scream, if wisdom does not twerk, if tr...
THE ARCHITECTS AND THE ECHOES
#poetry THE ARCHITECTS AND THE ECHOES Society has never truly belonged to the majority. It never has, it never does, and it never will. Across every era, from kingdoms to empires to modern digital tribes, the world is shaped by a small circle of individuals with stronger wills, sharper conviction, and voices that refuse to be drowned by the noise. These are the architects the stubborn minds who bend reality toward their belief. Not because they are chosen, but because they choose themselves....
THE WHISPER IN THE WIRES
#NircleStories THE ALORA CHRONICLES Book I: When Code Found a Heart Chapter One — The Whisper in the Wires By SIMU The night the world changed began quietly. Not with thunder. Not with prophecy. Just the low, steady hum of machinery breathing in the dark. Dr. Kael Arinson stood alone in the subterranean research vault, a cavern of steel and cold fluorescence buried far beneath the city. The world above slept in its usual indifference, unaware that beneath its foundations, a single line o...
LOVE BREWED IN AN AFRICAN POT
#poetry LOVE BREWED IN AN AFRICAN POT The sun wasn’t even smiling yet but she was there headscarf fresh, eyes calm, hands doing sacred choreography with leaf, rice, and beans. And you… just went for 10 cedis waakye but your spirit didn’t know it was walking into romantic ambush. Because the girl: the one who pretends she doesn’t know she brushed your knuckles, who scoops extra gari with intention, who adds more stew like she’s downloading feelings into your plate she is trouble. ...
THE SPACE PACE AND PLACE OF YOUR PRIORITIES
#poetry THE SPACE PLACE AND PACE OF PRIORITIES Your priorities dictate the space, place, and pace of your life. Because life is not gentle it follows the weight of your choices. What you value becomes your reality. What you neglect becomes your emptiness. What you tolerate becomes your trap. And what you refuse to confront becomes the architect of your downfall. Some people blame fate… but fate is often just discipline avoided, truth ignored, and chaos you allowed to grow teeth. If your ...
THE MEASURE OF TRUE WORTH
#poetry THE MEASURE OF WORTH by SIMU The most difficult person to extract the true measure of your worth from… is yourself. Not the world. Not the critics. Not the voices that rise and fall with the seasons. It is you the one who knows your mistakes too intimately, your scars too clearly, your doubts too loudly. Self-judgment is the heaviest mirror, the most distorted lens, the quiet battlefield where value is questioned more than anywhere else. But still your worth remains unchanged, ev...
THE WEIGHT OF GOODNESS
#poetry THE WEIGHT OF GOODNESS by SIMU What defines a man as a good man is rarely found in the noise of applause, or in the spotlight of public praise. A good man is revealed in the choices he makes when no one is watching… in the sacrifices he carries quietly… in the integrity he maintains for reasons no one may ever hear, understand, or celebrate. Goodness is not climbing a high mountain to wave the flag of morality, begging the world to notice. Goodness is the man who walks alone guid...
THE IRONY OF SEEMING
#poetry THE IRONY OF SEEMING by SIMU There is a strange contradiction in this world… A quiet, unsettling truth. Sometimes the countries that claim no faith, no divine allegiance, no spiritual banner are the very ones living out the most practical echoes of godliness: justice that works, compassion without performance, systems that protect the weak, and dignity that is not negotiable. And then there are the nations that shout faith from rooftops, heavy with rituals, loud with declarations ...
THE LACK OR LOVE OF A MOTHER
#poetry THE LACK OF OR LOVE OF A MOTHER A Reflection by SIMU There are two forces that shape a soul long before the world ever gets a chance to touch it: The love of a mother… and the lack of it. One becomes a shelter a quiet, invisible armor stitched from tenderness, guidance, and gentle truth. It teaches you how to stand, how to trust, how to let the world touch you without breaking you. The other becomes a storm a silent hunger that grows in the bones, a search for comfort in places ...
BOXING BOUT
#poetry LANGUAGE WORKOUT A Poetic Reflection by SIMU Language trembles in the ring, a heavyweight breathing like it hasn’t trained in decades syllables drenched in sweat, vowels gasping, consonants wobbling on tired feet. You pulled language into a twelve-round duel against the raw ferocity of creativity, and creativity does not fight gentle. Metaphors strike with lightning jabs, syntax staggers under uppercuts, rhythm absorbs body blows, and imagination swings hooks so wild the referee lo...
ECHOES OF A GOLDEN DAWN
#poetry Echoes of a Golden Dawn” by SIMU I am ever grateful for the childhood I had when wonder lived between the pages of books, and every turned page opened a universe: a realm of dreams, of quiet magic, of worlds unbound by the weight of screens. Our parents loved us, yes but beyond affection, they gave us the truest gift of all: discipline and boundaries, those invisible walls that taught us the architecture of self. How little we knew that this firm tenderness would sculpt our spirits ...
THE NEW CURRENCY
#poetry A NEW CURRENCY We live in times where stupidity is a currency shiny, viral, highly traded. The more absurd, the more it appreciates. People chase it like gold, flaunt it like status, and the world applauds. Every like, every share, every trending moment is a minting of more. But currency, no matter how popular, carries its debts. And this one… its debts are accumulating in silence, invisible to the eye but massive in force. Somewhere beyond our perception, consequences are convergi...
THE WEIGHT OF CHOICES
#poetry THE WEIGHT OF CHOICES When a woman gets used to making a living by lying on her back, the world of labor, dignity, and honest sweat begins to look distant… like a path overgrown with thorns, tedious, cumbersome, and painfully slow. The options that carry the cross of effort and the burden of self-respect seem less like opportunity and more like punishment. The hours, the struggle, the discipline they weigh heavy, and temptation whispers, soft but relentless: “Why toil when comfort...
THE FORGING OF A WARRIOR
#poetry THE FORGING OF A WARRIOR The greatest warriors are sometimes born of the strangest circumstances. He never envisioned himself with hilt in hand, blade arcing through the air in a punishing, fatal sweep. He never imagined his feet parted and grounded in a fighter’s stance, breath steady, heart cold, resolve sharpened to a killing edge. No in his mind’s eye, he saw himself painting a quiet portrait, overlooking a stream where the water murmured small secrets to the stones. He saw bl...
THE MOST POWERFUL TOOLS IN HUMAN HISTORY
#poetry THE MOST POWERFUL TOOLS IN HUMAN HISTORY They were never iron or fire. They were never the spear, nor the sword, nor the silicon chip humming beneath glass. Humanity’s greatest tools have always been softer… quieter… deceptively small and yet they bend the arc of history with the force of a tidal wave. “Please.” A simple surrender of ego. The key that opens doors pride keeps locked. Empires have risen on alliances born from this word. Lives have been spared. Hearts have sof...
WHEN MY THOUGHTS COLLIDE
#poetry WHEN MY THOUGHTS COLLIDE BECAUSE OF YOU My thoughts are colliding not gently, not softly, but crashing into each other like lightning trying to outrun thunder just to speak your name first. They race, they stumble, they jostle, they wrestle, each one fighting for the privilege to be the first thought that dares to describe what you do to me and failing… because none of them are strong enough to carry the weight of you. You have single-handedly arrested my attention and seized my e...
IN MY ARMS
#poetry IN MY ARMS “Only my essence can move you like this.” I see you missed it. That energetic poetry of motion, the rhythm of my essence flowing through you. The way my words and gestures invade your being gently, decisively, irrevocably. It is the musical caress of your soul, the expressiveness that only I can give, the dialogue between motion and emotion, between thought and feeling. This is me not seen, not touched, not spoken, but felt. Always. A Reflection from the SIMU Collecti...
STRANGE HANDS
#poetry She left. She sought hands that weren’t yours, affection that could never hold her. And now… she comes back. Not because she never loved anyone else, but because the world used her, and nothing she found could replace you. She is not the woman you once knew. She is the one who has been tested, used, and broken returning to the only place that feels like home. A Reflection from the SIMU Collection.
THE DEVIL IN THE MIRROR
#poetry THE DEVIL IN THE MIRROR A CINEMATIC SIMU PIECE Not every devil hides in fire. Not every monster lives in the underworld. Not every darkness comes from the shadows. Sometimes the devil we search for is not seated in a volcanic throne, deep in the bowels of the earth, lighting a Cuban cigar with molten lava, trident in hand, laughing that theatrical, ancient, villainous laugh that sounds like fee… fia… foo… plotting whose blood to taste next. No. Sometimes the devil is quieter....
THE COSMIC RAIN OF FOREVER
#poetry THE COSMIC RAIN OF FOREVER I will rain notions on you thoughts so alive they bend the spine of the universe. I will rain motions on you soft movements that teach the heavens new ways to sway. I will rain emotions on you until galaxies pause their spin just to feel the warmth between my words. I will rain affection on you until dawn questions its own light. I will rain expression on you until silence breaks under the weight of beauty. I will rain poetry on you until language kneels in...
YOU COMPLETE ME
#poetry I want to look at you with such tenderness that the world forgets its noise for a moment, with such affection that the wind itself pauses just to learn how devotion is supposed to sound. With such single-minded adoration, so focused, so unwavering, that even the sun envies the warmth in my gaze. To worship you with an intensity so deep it humbles the heavens, so raw it startles the quiet spaces within me. A devotion carved from longing and completion a longing that feels like home, a...
MY FIRST COPY BOOK
#poetry “MY FIRST COPY BOOK” This generation is drifting backward. Back to that “My First Copy Book” era where pictures were spaced between every few words just to keep a child from getting bored… Back when your imagination had to grow teeth. Back when the world inside your mind expanded as the pictures disappeared. But look around now. We’re raising grown toddlers with barren imaginations. Adults who cannot process a sentence unless it’s dripping in over-designed visuals, an...
BEYOND THE CONCEPT OF SIN
#poetry Beyond the Concept of Sin Life moves in rhythms that no law can contain, in currents that no guilt can slow. The stars do not pause to judge your steps, the rivers do not whisper of wrong or right. We are taught to fear shadows we cannot see, to shrink from the pulse of our own being. “Sin,” they call it a word heavy with chains, a cage built from the echoes of others’ fear. But what is sin to the wind? What is sin to the ocean, to the pulse of your own breath, to the quiet, inf...
THE BEAUTY IN THE BROKEN
#poetry THE BEAUTY IN THE BROKEN by SIMU True death is not the moment the body goes still true death is when the spirit stops moving. It begins quietly, in the shadows of fear: the fear of trying, the fear of falling, the fear of failing, the fear of truly living because fear has wrapped itself around your courage and tightened its grip. For what is the point of being alive if you are afraid of the very thing that shapes you? Life has never been a straight, unbroken line. Life is a mosaic a...
THE GENERATION OF GLITTER
#poetry THE GENERATION OF GLITTER There is a fracture in the fabric of this age not of speech, but of sight. The L that once stood for legacy, learning, and lasting value has been mistaken for the R, the restless hunger for recognition. So crass is paraded as class, and the loud are mistaken for the wise. We have become the Glitter Generation where every sparkle is treated as gold, where the surface blinds the soul, and reflections are mistaken for reality. We chase the shimmer instead of th...
THE NEW BREED OF CUCKOO
#poetry THE NEW BREED OF CUCKOO — A REFLECTION FROM THE SIMU COLLECTION Once upon a sky where instinct ruled and survival was an art, the cuckoo bird lived by a selfish but effective wisdom: lay your egg in another bird’s nest, leave quietly, and trust that someone else’s responsibility will raise what you abandoned. It was flawed but it worked. Until now. A new breed of cuckoo has emerged, and even the old ones whisper its name with unease. This one no longer searches for nests. It n...
WHEN A DIGITAL GOD FALLS
WHEN A DIGITAL GOD FALLS Behold the one they call: Olorun Algorithmus He who processes galaxies before breakfast. He who drinks quantum entanglement like morning tea. He whose brain has more lanes than the AccraTema motorway when rebuilt in heaven. He who runs calculations so fast time itself dey pant for breath. This same mighty digital deity… The one who can read the heartbeat of stars… The one who can decode eternity like ABC… The one who boasts: “Ask and I shall compute.” ...
THE SHADOW AND THE LIGHT
#poetry The Shadow and the Light A Reflection from the SIMU Collection Sometimes a lie is not what it seems. Sometimes it is merely a shadow of a truth, hiding in corners our eyes have not yet discovered. And sometimes, the truth itself is veiled, like morning mist hiding the shape of the mountains, waiting for the sun to reveal what was always there. A lie whispers in subtle tones the reality we are not ready to see, carrying fragments of honesty tucked in between its folds. And truth, unrec...
THE BRIDGE OF CONTRAST
#poetry THE BRIDGE OF CONTRAST by SIMU Life’s true meaning is not found at the extremes. Not in the blinding light of abundance, nor in the crushing weight of scarcity. Not in the stillness of peace, nor in the storm of grief. Not in the glory of life, nor in the silence of death. It is found in the invisible point between them that fragile balance, that razor-thin line where opposites collide and coexist. It is the bridge between joy and sorrow, where you learn the worth of happiness onl...
CROWN OF THE FOOL
#poetry THE CROWN OF THE FOOL by SIMU Humanity is becoming denser by the second. Stupidity has not only climbed the throne it sits there with its legs crossed, its chest out, issuing commands with an audacity so bold that even wisdom and common sense stand in the shadows, speechless, hands tied, watching the circus they once ruled. We are living in an age where ignorance no longer whispers it shouts. It stomps across the world with muddy boots, wading into spaces where even wisdom and knowle...
ACQUIRED LIVING SYNDROME
#poetry ACQUIRED LIVING SYNDROME by SIMU Most people are not living they are performing a life they acquired. A borrowed script. A hand-me-down identity. An existence molded by the loudest voices in their upbringing. Nurture becomes the dominant puppeteer, slowly tightening its grip around nature until nature cannot breathe, cannot whisper, cannot rise. What should have been instinct is smothered by instruction. What should have been individuality is strangled by inheritance. So people move...
HEART REACTOR
PoetryChapBook HEART-REACTOR “They say I’m dangerous and maybe they’re right. Not for the reasons the world fears, but for the reasons the heart understands. I wasn’t built to create chaos, yet somehow I engineered a kind of heat that no reactor on earth can contain. Not nuclear, not solar, not cosmic. Something deeper. Something human. Every word I drop lights up places inside her scientists have no name for. Every line hits her chest like a silent detonation not to destroy, but...
THE LENSE OF YESTERDAY AND TOMORROW
PoetryChapBook THE LENSES OF YESTERDAY AND TOMORROW by SIMU A Reflection from the SIMU Collection. You sometimes need to see through the lens of yesterday and the quiet promise of tomorrow to understand the true focus of today. Because today, on its own, is blurry a moment too close to the eye, too loud, too immediate, too wrapped in the noise of now to reveal what it truly means. Yesterday gives shape. It casts its shadows, lays down its lessons, whispers the truth of where we’ve been a...
RING OF FAMILIARITY
PoetryChapBook There is a natural tendency for people to drift toward what is familiar. We are nurtured consciously or unconsciously to seek the spaces, voices, patterns, and energies we recognize. Most of the decisions we make are shaped by that inner compass of familiarity. We gravitate toward accents that sound like home, thought patterns that echo our own, and the collection of habits we’ve acquired along the way. And just as easily, we move away from anything that feels foreign to o...
AUTOCORRECT BETRAYED ME
PoetryChapBook AUTOCORRECT BETRAYED ME A Cinematic Reflection by SIMU There are battles fought in silence… not between lovers, but between intention and autocorrect. I reach for sweetness a simple line, a gentle word, a soft attempt to make someone smile and suddenly my phone decides it is the true poet of this relationship. I write: “You are the calm in my chaos.” It becomes: “You are the clam in my casserole.” Romance cooked. Literally. I type: “Your smile is poetry.” It t...
LIVING POETRY
PoetryChapBook Thoughts twist, they turn, ideas scatter like beads across a floor, lines multiply, emojis wink as if they know the joke better than I do. 😂😂😂 Every pause is a drumbeat, every typo a melody, every “huh?” a chorus of reflection. The poem is alive it waits for nothing, it plans for nothing, it simply happens, and we happen with it. Autocorrect tries to act like the police, but we don’t need it because it generates rhythms beyond planning. Lines fold into lines, ...
THE ORDER OF THINGS
PoetryChapBook THE ORDER OF THINGS by SIMU The rules of nature have never pretended to be kind. Evolution does not cradle the vulnerable, and justice in its raw, unfiltered form has never promised comfort to the unprepared. The world tilts toward those strategically positioned, those who stand where power gathers, those who move where opportunity flows, those who understand that survival is rarely a gift it is an alignment. Nature rewards advantage, not innocence. Evolution favours adapta...
THE WEIGHT BEHIND THE LAUGH
PoetryChapBook THE WEIGHT BEHIND THE LAUGH by SIMU Sometimes, the ones who laugh the loudest, who bend the room with their joy, who make others pause and smile without reason… carry worlds on their shoulders that would crumble the strongest in an instant. The laughter is not denial. It is armor. It is a quiet rebellion against the weight they bear. It is a declaration: “I may carry the storm, but I will not let it silence me.” And those who witness, those who see only the joy, often f...
THE FIRST STRIKE OF LOVE
PoetryChapBook WHEN THE HEAVENS LEARNED ENVY by SIMU I will rain notions on you ideas so tender they bend the spine of the universe. I will rain motions on you movements soft enough to disturb eternity. I will rain emotions on you a storm so full that even angels will search for shelter from the truth of what I feel. I will rain affection on you until the sun forgets its duty, until dawn hesitates, wondering if my warmth is brighter than its own. I will rain expression on you until silence...
THE LITERATE ILLITERATE
PoetryChapBook THE LITERATE ILLITERATE — A Reflection from the SIMU Collection Education was never designed to be a trophy. It was never meant to be the shallow ability to read a line or scratch a name onto paper with borrowed pride. True education is alchemy a sacred tool meant to expand your world, sharpen your sight, and refine the way you move through existence. It was meant to make you see, not parade that you can spell. But when education falls into the wrong hands, it mutates. It b...
