Morning Flow Motivation
Hello again my loving reader, here’s another one for you, just to keep you going during the week. I love you too much. “It isn’t about the numbers, it’s the influence.”
Hanging by Ekene Micheal
Surging up from the roaring sea of my heart Lies a question that keeps me “HANGING” that question remains WHO AM I? Thorns and thistles have afflicted my flesh Sticks and stones have broken my bones Friends and foes have haunted my soul The swift legs of the earth have had their peek I wrestle with chaotic hands Chaotic hands of war Like a scarecrow saddled with loneliness I scare the pretty birds away I wish the creator Could print an elaboration on my skin Just to be justified and re-defined Rather than perish in anguish and languish And like a sojourner of peace I lay still, waiting patiently Eager to answer the question that keeps me “HANGING” By Ekene Micheal Ngoka About Ekene Ekene is a dashing young poet and song writer. He enjoys making new friends.
Tech Brother By Novelist Onyekachi Onuoha
Truth is like water when Poured it cannot be gathered Today I face difficulties in placing your being Though it has been long tech brotherhood With words of home to you While I receive tales of strange land Through cyber and hypertexts We keep in touch to our root And sustain our blood Through our words in our world No one ignores his brother But did I know that you have change? All these years of liking your pictures And inbox you when I hated the way you stood Did I know that you have change? Why? Why Aham? Why will you suddenly forget that you an African In Africa brotherhood is like a spider web You do not keep the Iroko the community wants down I know it is a trace to our home stead I am affected too but Africa is like a spider web You do not…
Too Many Friends Too Many Wahala by Mira Morah
Keep yourself going with this quote. Sometimes, we need people to direct us in life. “So many friends so many wahalas. The caliber of friends you have also matter.” Let me tell you a small story, if you want to listen to it anyway. I have a friend called Anthony Alaribe. Sometimes I wonder where he gets all his knowledge from. He seems to know everything about everything, he knows even more about literature than I do and he’s a programmer. (Come on! Not fair!) Every time I stay with Anthony, I learn a billion new things. I wonder if he ever learns anything from me (laughs). All I do is listen while he teaches me. This friend inspires me. So, do you have any friends who inspire you as well? Yours truly, Mira Morah.
Girl (2) By Tonia
I heard their voices loudly, they weren’t just speaking officially, Mom and the Asst. Headmaster, they were arguing about something I couldn’t decipher and I heard mommy saying “Mark my words, she’s a smart child you’d wish you admitted, just remember!” Apparently, I had just returned from summer vacation at my cousins’, having missed the first admission exam into primary school (primary 1). I wrote a second one but the school had limited slots for admission into primary 1. I passed my exam excellently as I recall but the Asst. Headteacher felt the need to admit another boy rather than a petite, skinny looking “girl”. His excuse was that I was too small, very timid and not so perfect in maths, he feared I wouldn’t scale through but I merited it unarguably. “First doesn’t always mean best baby but do your BEST”, Mom’s words rang in my head as I…
WEAVERS’LEGACIES OF MADNESS AND CREATIVITY by Onyekachi Onuoha
“Everything we do in life echoes in eternity” Good afternoon fellow writers, it is lovely to be here. This is my second literary activity in Lagos for the past seven months, due to my fear of Lagos’ climate as it is embodied in its human activities. Considering the fact that I am a writer, I feel secure and privileged to comment on creativity, publishing and the prevailing literary temperament of the twenty-first century. Bear with me when you hear too many “I’s”, they represent premises of illustration and the end result of commitment and not necessary because I am egoistic, far from it my friends. I consider the weaver as a writer and there will be interchanged usages in this presentation. I am an introvert, though some of my friends may totally disagree. I exist more in the world of the imaginary than the physical. I am very secure in…
Here Goes Nothing by Tonia | An Adieu Memoir to My Social Media Love
MIRA SAYS: I was totally not minding my business a few days ago on Instagram when I stumbled on this fine fine writer. “I laid, silently watching, Waiting and listening. My eyes twitching As I eagerly awaited a response, “Been a while babe” I texted you And with every ring And text alert My heart skipped two beats In one second’s heat. I so badly wanted it to be you But all my anxiety and expectations Were simply dashed, Right into the kitchen trash. A friend asked, “Tee! why do you love him?” My response was: I just love him, Perhaps it took a spell to make it so But he keeps me burning, The flame I’ve lit, you see Can only be rekindled. He’s kept me at bay But I’m not just gonna stay away. Oh yes! This must now truly be madness For I have taken up the…
Girl (1) By Tonia
I was only 7 and we were on the sports-ground for P.E I was eager and all ready to run that race I quickly tightened the laces of my trainers I began to jog on the spot Fidgeting like I saw athletes do on TV Mr. Dan finally announced that it was time for the relay races, My excitement was indescribable. He announced for top spots for the first set of runners and I advanced further raising my right arm up, He looked down at me, saying “Little Angel, what’s wrong?” and I told him I wanted to run! Mr. Dan laughed and said the top spots were for the strong boys and in that very heartbreaking moment was when I first realized that I was/am “A GIRL” By Tonia Tochi Part two comes next… About Tonia Tonia is a 19-year-old writer (poet ,storyteller) and final year student who sees…
LONELINESS
LONELINESS Battered in the ocean of love, My heart feels so empty And devoid of happiness, My soul yearns for belonging And my arms now sour from clutching, I reminisce on the times spent in oblivion Together in each other’s arms As I close my eyes in blissful recall In serenity and tranquility. The warmth of your arms And the scent of your fragrance Have eaten up my thinking, And transformed my psyche, Causing untold arousement And unquenchable longing and quest For the one my heart yearns for the most. If only providence could harken to my heart’s cry… By PAULSTANLEY OHANU. About Author Am Paulstanley Ohanu, a freshman of the English and Literary Studies Department of the University of Calabar. I love to write poems especially when I feel so devastated and downcast. Mira Says: Wow.. He loves to write poems when he’s sad, just like I love to…
New Series Coming SOooOn
Nna, remember that piece Nten wrote about? The Writer’s Frustration? That’s literally me right now. I’ve never written any story series before and I intend on writing one today. Ehn, starting one tonight will be more tolerable and truthful. I don’t even know how to begin. I don’t even know what to write about. I thought I was going to write up to five pages of something before finishing my cup of hollandia but it seems like before I even started writing anything, the level of hollandia yogurt left had already reached the bottom of the cup. Oh well like Nten said, writer’s frustration. So stay tuned! Story series coming up real soon. I hope pushing myself to write this will shake off some of the holiday laziness I’ve been experiencing for the past … holiday period. Adios amigos! Hope you too are also doing something worthwhile with your time.…
THE PEOPLE OF CALABAR | Deborah’s Story
“My first encounter with the divine was special to me. I didn’t see heaven open up, didn’t see flying angels or see the hand of God. It happened when I got baptized with the Holy Spirit. I was young then, probably 11 or 12, at a Deeper Life Camp Meeting and the Officiating Pastor said we should begin to yearn deeply for the Holy Spirit and then led us in prayer. It was a few minutes into the prayer that it happened. I had this feeling that I was floating yet I knew I couldn’t be. There was this euphoria, unlike what I never knew, that was almost palpable and then I sensed in my heart I had obtained something. As I kept praying, what happened next was mind-blowing to me then: I could hear another voice praying with me and through me!” There’s no mirror around me but I’m…
BLUE FANTA | Richard Etim
BLUE FANTA Atmosphere of sin, Land of the oppressed, Wickedness we caress, Even when happiness we haven’t seen And always loose and don’t win. We came last in life’s race Because we lost our pace And couldn’t control the anger of our sin. Let the young ones grow And the elderly ones smile Then walk in few hours over a mile To a land where a blue cock crow, And our hand throw Away the pains of our smile About Richard Etim: Am a poet and a writer. The poem blue fanta represents the bitter experience in Nigeria, how slow Nigeria moves within the orbit of development. “A land where a blue cock crows” is the dream land where Nigerians intend to sail to, a land flowing with milk and honey. Etim Richard.
CANDY IN HIS MOUTH
Two can play the game Or is it three they say? I went with lil brother To a candy selling shop You two! Stop There! You tiny little thieves! How dare you walk in here And buy nothing but shoplift Oh no sire! Good looking gentleman I and me lil brother is not capable of I pray you are mistaken And please do some checking So I and the lil one may be on our way Go on you two Innocent looking fiends Before all I have for sale will but still be here And away I pulled my lil one along But passed a while when all I saw was A candy in his mouth. By Victoria Ishmael