A Brilliant Coming of Age Poem | THE WAY OF THE WORLD
As a child I watched the world fly before my eyes With animated pictures like magic I saw days come and go As a teen I became more curious Why do boys play and girls cook? Why do some men work while others sleep? Why is there one king yet many servants? But then mama said to me It is the way of the world It is the way of the world It is the way of the world Why is there so much suffering? Why is there so much pain? Why is there so much wickedness? And yet they say it is the way of the world Now as an adult, I see I see that the world is not as it may seem Black or white Big or small The world goes round and round All the way Because truly, it is the way of the world. By…
Someone Wrote An Emotional Poem For My Site | Title: BLANK PAPERS
I say it’s emotional because a coursemate decided to write this lovely poem for my Blankpaperz. I especially love these lines:
So many stories to tell
And so many secrets to share….
And I with feeble and quaking hands
Will write to fill in the vacant Blank Papers.
PESSIMISM VS OPTIMISM by ETIM RICHARD
The optimist sees the possibility in impossibility, while the pessimist sees the impossibility in possibility. What drives a man to success is his belief system. If he always believes in negativity, then he is bound to fail, but a man with a positive thought is a meter closer to success. There is nothing man (both male and female) cannot do. There is nothing our hands cannot create, you can only put a full stop to your action when you are determined to end at that point. A man that is optimistic has a very solid mind, but a lazy fellow wine and dine with pessimism. Sometimes our expectation always turns out to be unrealistic, but however, one required to fail in order to stand solidly on the foundation of success…So the choice is yours, either to be a pessimist or optimisT! BY RICHARD ETIM About Richard Etim When I came…
Mama Naija | A Fantastic Poem by Chris Fridae
Only years before, she was a giant among her peers, Now life spears her to drown her in tears. Just last year, mama got married again. It wasn’t her choice, her children’s choice who she dates. She’s had several marriages before her teen. So He left peacefully for a Papa to come in Not all of us loved Papa at first. Most of us still don’t. Emeka wanted to leave. Yusuf wanted to stay, Kolade didn’t care. And for Okon, well, that one didn’t have a say. “He plans to make mama a widow” “If only he stays at home, he is always visiting his friends” All my brothers—mama’s many children—had something to say. Mama’s babies would lie staring at her sagging breasts. For Papa has sucked everything he could yet Mama waits, Waits hoping Papa returns with the change He’d promised. Hoping that Little Ekpeyong eats at home or…
PESSIMISM VS OPTIMISM with Richard Etim
The optimist sees the possibility in impossibility, while the pessimist sees the impossibility in possibility. What drives a man to success is his belief system, if he is always negative, then he is bound to fail, but a man with a positive thought is a metre closer to success. There is nothing man( both male and female) cannot do,there is nothing our hands cannot create. You can only put a full stop to your action when you are determined to end at that point. A man that is optimistic has a very solid mind, but a lazy fellow wine and dine with pessimism. Sometimes our expectation always turn out to be unrealistic, but however, one required to fail in order to stand solidly on the foundation of success… So the choice is yours, either to be a pessimist or optimist!!!!! This is just a short version, I will drop the…
My Guitar Story: How I Got My First Guitar by Tori Moh
My Guitar Story Breakfast. D–ner, with faith that Someday it’d be enough to get you. On this beautiful Wednesday, My colon weighed more, the notes multiplied, with a broad smile I told me “Tori, its time,” Though the price had been Buharified, I wasn’t even thinking of giving up, sake of say I needed you bad bad. Now that you’re here. Dear Guitar, My time and concentration I’ll give you, love and care will i show you, I’ll tell you all my secrets, even when I get another, you CRONY PRACTICE, will always be my first love. I’ll strum in response to what you say to me, and the conversation will never end…… Let the conversation begin! By Tori Moh
IT’S ABOUT THAT TIME
Victoria Victor is a talented poet from the English and Literary Studies department at the university of Calabar.
Wisdom From The Wise: 6 Secrets of a Happy Person
There are a lot of sad people these days. Some hunt for it in a life time but never locate it. Others stay depressed all throughout their life blaming others for their unhappiness and give up and quit looking for it. Show you on how you can begin to become a joyful man in your lifetime beginning now and I am here to help you; because you hold the key to unlock your well-being, you no more need to keep hunting for it. All you need to do is begin turning it in the correct direction… 1. Quit looking back before. In case you are constantly looking back in your past you may never be happy. You can simply make your future better, so begin concentrating on your future. God has given you another day to get it to become a joyful man, so what are you really going to…
Words From The Wise: The Art of Love
So many people assume that true love is what we see in films and on television. In Hollywood movies, heroine and the idol satisfy, drop in love, combine ultimately to reside happily after and possess a receding. For example, at Valentine’s Day, love is measured by how many diamonds, flowers, greeting cards, and chocolates are bought for the loved one. Girls particularly focus on their physical look with Americans spending more than $12 billion a year in cosmetic procedures. Sure these processes may bring a superficial, fleeting kind of love, but it’s not the avenue to genuine, lasting, love that is religious. The key to bringing a soul mate is just this: Master the skill of loving in a manner that is genuine, deep and holy. The kind of love I am talking about is when our heart overflows with love for all, and we see the light of the…
Wise Words From the Wise: You Do Not Need to Explain Your Life to Anybody
You are going to seek to work in the finest manner of yourself if you are actually living in your life values and principles. Naturally, should you be associated with an intimate relationship you can’t only be for yourself. We must stand completely in our lives being led by ourselves that our higher spiritual self-direct us.
This is The Compelling Reason Why I Smile The Way I Do :)
Growing up people asked why I liked to smile the way I did. Upper gums visible, upper and lower teeth visible, cheekbones high and eyes almost squinting. So I thought it was bad to smile that way. I felt awkward every time I unconsciously smiled or laughed. “Mira you, you’ll laugh and open all your teeth, ” my friends used to tell me in secondary school—I’m laughing as I remember this. Then I made the mirror my home and began to practice How to Smile. I tried to smile without my teeth showing. I tried to smile and let only my upper teeth show while trying to avoid my gum from being visible. I even tried to smirk but ah! All these were a waste of time. The awkward feeling even became worse when someone told me how big my nose became each time I smiled. The agony! Why? Oh…
Feelings Unknown
Sometimes I wonder Do they care like I do? Do they notice my absence? Do they remember me when they pray? If I was taken away from this world… Would the tears be real? Would the tributes come from their hearts? Would they miss me? And then I ponder some more Do they know how much I care? Do they know what they mean to me? Do they know how often I pray for them? If they were taken away from this world… Do they know how much I’d weep? Do they know how much that would hurt me? Do they know how much I’d miss them? By Nten Mpama
THE WRITER’S FRUSTRATION
I’m restless… I want to write! I pick up my pen,I pick up my paper But there are no words! Everything is in disarray. Where have the words flown to? Why can’t I write? What’s happening to me? I’m losing it! Nothing seems to be working No muse is effective Everything is muddled up in my head It’s like this: I scream, I write a little I scream some more and then I tear up the paper Arghh!! It’s exhausting! I’m exhausted!! By Nten Mpama