The Garden
June 28, 2020
In the garden there was you and there was me Everything was perfect in between……..
Sounds from both rooms met at the doorway and each tried to fight for listening room. Finally, he said to his younger neighbor; ‘Timi reduce the volume of your song, you are being a nuisance’.
Heart beating Blood pumping Lipstick check Foundation and powder check The dress is on point Colour combination is a goal Her heels on her feet Purse in her hands Smile unfiltered She walks into the
My trial looming
Sadness lasting
Tears overflowing
Wound not healing
But I overcame
My apparel getting tattered
My flesh becoming leaner
My beauty appears fading
Emotion seems unstable
But I overcame
My weakness so glaring
Their whisper getting louder
Hatred ascending in numbers
Challenges undeserving
But I overcame
My heart shattered and broken
Hands girded in chains
Feet held in shackles
My every step took me back
But, I overcame
The screams in my head getting louder
Hope seems far fetched
Visions blur and unclear
Waves raising
My sky glooming
But I overcame
My courage did not fail
My action kept my going
My dreams became my reality
My willpower became my motivation
My persistence became my sweat
My ability became my influence
And
I overcame
You cannot slap someone with dirty hands and call them filthy. We have accepted being black; it is our pride, it is our authentic form which can never be taken away. If we can accept that, then accept when in the name of a colour, people become murderers, cold-blooded killers, kidnappers and rapists. Judge then, who really is the monster.
The reality is our women are not safe, and the least men (I am one too) can do listen. It doesn’t have to happen to your daughter or sister to understand that this is an alarming situation. For every four women, you see at least one who has experienced/is experiencing assault in one way or the other.
On arrival into the world, her struggles start Tutored by ancient books unwritten Termed frail by society Within her household schooled Her daily tales are stories of who she is Her reality is like drama
It’s a problem that is probably as old as time. Grown children don’t always choose the mate their parents want them to marry. In other words, they see it as being “old-fashioned” or “old school”.
There is no doubt that the coronavirus pandemic has changed the way we live, work, interact, and do business. People are now averse to handshakes and hugs. People now have to find ways to work
I feared love Until it touched my heart, Making the darkness fade Into bright sunny days I feared death Until I realized that it’s not an end But a beginning. I feared the future Until
Original: “Gaskiya mun gode. Da yawa suna kwana da nunwa. Ba abinci. Ciwon cororo ko mene. Ba sai ya zo ba. Nunwa zai keshe wanisu. Nunwa Virus” Direct Translation to English: “We are honestly grateful.
Growing up in the North (Jos, Plateau state), one of the best memories I’ve had is enjoying their delicacies – food and drink (But I’m not a foodie oh….Lol) When it comes to food in
A general interest and contemporary lifestyle magazine, laced with thoughts from young people from and beyond Africa, who see the world differently, and have chosen to share the light, love and grace that they see.
