IT’S PENNY FREE, BAYBIE!!! By Gloria
It is quite true the saying that, the best things in life are free!. Have you ever thought how much it’ll cost you to dream?, well I’m not literally referring to that sort that comes at night or as a result of overdue malaria treatment, no!. I’m talking about that kind that is conceived in the place of conscious and constant, deliberate ponder! That kind that is passion driven!! Have you ever thought of the fact that you don’t have to pay for creating the future you want in your mind?!! So, yeah, lemme ask, when last did you dream? When last did you imagine yourself beyond the now?! Success is never accidental,it is a deliberate plan. So for my beautiful ladies out there, you had better stop singing, “I’m a Barbie girl in a Barbie world”, cause the brains behind those scenes give themselves sleepless nightzz so you could…
IT’S NOT JUST ENOUGH TO DECIDE BY GLORIA
I once penned this from a preacher’s teaching and it ignites my spirit each time I come across it, ‘it is good to decide to follow JESUS, but it is more important to ‘FOLLOW Him’. Many of us have only DECIDED to follow Jesus, but have not and are not willing to start the process of actually following Jesus. We find ourselves taking decisions over and over again to stop a particular sinful habit, to withdraw from certain kind of friends, to always approach and address issues like a believer Should, to commence cultivating and imbibing godly values and certain disciplines that’ll help us grow positively and make us become better versions of ourselves. Howbeit, that most times we’re only faithful in decision making, but never faithful to put those decisions to work! Decisions made without necessary complimenting actions could be wearisome overtime. What decisions have you made? How many…
My Crack By Mirabelle Morah
I’m not actually a wonderful person. My name means wonderful, but many times I’m less than wonderful. I’ve been told of my pride, about my snobbing. These were the periods when I prayed most to God to keep me humble, the periods when I was excessively courteous to people even though they were asswipes. The periods when I wanted to be on my own because I enjoyed my solitude. Time out with God alone, even in the crowd. And still, they called me names. I’m cracked in some areas of my life. Areas one-two persons know about. Jesus uses cracked people. He mends them because He’s the potter who made them and breathed life into their nostrils. I try not to be afraid what people think about my cracks, it only matters what my Potter says.
Together We Are Better
Last Sunday, I sat in church and listened to Pastor Tony teach, “Together we’re better,” he said. I thought about life with Elizabeth Ita, how together we did so many things. I thought about how I really loved working alone. “Fellowship together, socialize together, study together, pray together…” Pastor Tee kept teaching. I said okay, maybe I’d learn to work with others then. Not that I don’t work with others o! People disappoint too much and can’t be so trusted, so I prefer doing solo work. Fast forward to three days later. I thought I could do a certain assignment alone but alas, I nearly died of frustration because I had no idea what to do. I asked Lola, Vera, Isaac and Julius for help. All disappointments! Nobody wanted to help. Everyone claimed not to know if the answer was in the textbook or if it was on Google. I…
AFTER HERE – By Augustus Bill
Your joke used to be the funniest in school back then and everybody expected to buy a ticket to your concert at Eko hotel one day, they so hoped on your making it, but these days you are so dry that you can’t even amuse yourself, like your hard disk of jokes had been replaced with that of a sadist. You don’t just understand where and how things went wrong. You used to write mind cracking articles back then in school, and had a lot of audience on your blog, people visited your Facebook wall like it was a Doctor’s prescription; two times in the morning, once in the afternoon and three times at night. They all expected to read your bestseller one day, anticipated to see your stories featured on Blank Paperz, they hoped to see you lift the Caine Prize or even the Man Booker, they so hoped…
Dear Dove by Veralyn Ugian
Dear Dove, Everything hurts this night, from the hot steam from my old cooking stove to the cold rainy night and lonely street, preventing me from going out to watch the stars and feel closer to your abode and finally to the fact that am not really his love after all, another is, this hurts my heart so much. Am not really sure my hunch is right this time, but trust me my hunches are always right, but why do I still feel I need another confirmation after his friend confirmed it also, perhaps am waiting for that kind of one, wherein I will be in a white garment and drown in water. Am so pensive this night and am really sorry this not how our letters should go. My friends have deserted me and my eyes can’t pull together in soundless sleep, cause am deep in worry, Then I…
This Is Nothing By Oshioke Asada
The gallery opened and so many things were in sight; there was science, there was art, there was nature and then there was nothing. Nothing was the prevalent theme, straight from one opening of one gallery. The other things seen there were distractions maybe, or were they real? The question had a loud echo but a faint whisper of a reply. Nah, it wasn’t a reply after all. It was nothing. The feeling of an emptiness accompanied the feeling of nothing. The two were the same thing but a bittersweet feeling of everything one could possibly do with this blank space, or emptiness or nothing. The realization… By Oshioke Raymond Asada About Oshioke Oshioke is a young dreamer. A final year student of Mass Communication at Afebabalola University. This poem of his is exceptional. It brings you into the mind of someone who’s in a state of nothingness (if I’m…
Ekanem’s Funny Secondary School Memories
It was November 2010 in Christian High school Calabar. I was in ss3 planning to write my WASSCE which most people call WAEC. I was an Art student whose love for government and history knew no bounds. I hate saying this but I must say it. I NEVER LIKED MATHEMATICS. My school was known for its prowess in the Cowbell sponsored Mathematics Olympic competition. The B class which I belonged to never had time for such events. Though I never liked mathematics, I still knew some basics. Factorization, simplification and Pythagoras theorem( is it even theory) were the ones I could handle myself. Our timetable in ss3 allocated 3 periods to mathematics on Mondays. Two in the morning and one during Prep in the afternoon. We had mathematics again on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Every Monday morning after devotion, in a bid to escape from Mr Ben and his Maths,…
Imperfect Beauty by Rebel writer and Hybrid Optimist | Seph Jae
As a child, I never really liked prince charming and his perfect love stories, they always seemed sort of flimsy and too easy for me. The perfect prince meets the perfect damsel and she falls for him immediately. He then saves her from distress and they live happily ever after. Stories like that always rubbed little me in the wrong way and made me want to roll my eyeballs till they fell out. I preferred stories about the misfits and weirdos, the ugly duckling, puss in boots, hunchback of notre dam; these stories grasped my attention, no matter how many times I’d heard them. When I became a teenager, I started to understand why I felt that way. The real world is nothing like the perfect princess world, except in terms of distress; even then, the actual distress is a lot more distressing and no prince would sweep in to…
When I Was Little by MD/CEO of Mede Signatures | Elizabeth Ita
When I was little, I loved to play. My neighbour had these little wild wiener dogs that were always chained. But one day, to my chagrin, I heard RUFFRUFFRUFFRUFFRUFF. It didn’t sound like it was coming from afar off. I looked and saw a fat brown wiener dog making a dash at me nipping at my heels. Instead of facing the little turd, I got scared and took off sprinting back into my house. The dang thing came out of nowhere & completely startled me. Then the random sprint sent me into a wheezing fit as I tried to slow my breathing. Eventually, I found my pace again but it took a while before I’d go out comfortably without searching every nook and cranny to make sure there was no dog lurking nearby. Even today, I’m still scared of dogs but it got me thinking; just when we are getting…
Rantings Of A Silly Naija Teenager: Nigeria And Her Economy by | Nten Mpama
So, I heard that the Nigerian economy is in a recession because of the fall in crude oil prices. This oil that is at the root of the problem in the Niger Delta, This same oil that is responsible for the under-development of other sectors of the economy, The same oil whose discovery birthed the massive corruption we have in this country. That’s all rubbish! Such fallacy! Isn’t oil an inanimate object? Is this oil not supposed to be controlled by people? Don’t we have structures put in place to effectively manage it? Definitely, our problem doesn’t lie with the oil in Nigeria But with the people of Nigeria! Growing up, I’ve heard tales of how great Nigeria used to be… Of how, other nations depended on our exports, But those are just tales to me, and many of my generation will agree Because the Nigeria we’ve grown up in…
Think of This (2) by Ekang Edem
When at home watch your temper, When in company watch your tongue, When alone watch your movement. Life is like an egg, When broken It cannot be mended. Life is like a puff of smoke, Which appears for a moment, and disappears. Man is born to do his own thing But not everything is good for him. Because men’s evil deeds are written On brass, the good ones on water. Man looks at the outward appearance, God looks at the heart. Written by Edem, Ekang A.
Different by Spoken Word Artist Solomon Ikpeme
I see your statuses and shares and I wonder if you still think about me
Like I think about you.
And if you ever turn at night and want to see my face,
Like I dream to see yours