Unwanted Cord

An old poem A poem I wrote years ago. ❤️❤️

My soul's secrets are on a page, In inky lines revealing my rage. Words dance in a frantic pace, As I bare my soul to find a space. In chaotic rhythm, I find a guide, And words help to calm my tide, And orchestrate my heart's refrain, In fragments of a life still in pain.🥀

Let me depress you If Google or X wanted to promote a topic in Nigeria online, they would encourage Toto over Investing Meanwhile, Nigeria has the most educated diaspora and the most PhDs in sub-Saharan Africa I have five handles in mind, if I remove them, Nigerian social

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A crown of gold, a hollow prize, Glittering aloud, yet saying lies. We chase paths of a big name, But dust will cover all the fame. Silk sheets, and a restless night, Chandeliers, and a very dim light. Still, we climb, and grasp, and fall, Still craving more, yet owning all.🥀

There are gender wars you come across on Twitter as a married individual and you thank God again and again for your marriage. Getting it right from such a turbid pool is nothing short of a miracle!

Every year, over 1.9 million Nigerians write JAMB. Less than 700,000 get admission. What happens to the remaining 1.2 million? No skills, no opportunities, no support. Just wasted dreams. This is the biggest silent crisis in our education system.

WAEC and JAMB results don’t define intelligence. They only expose how badly Nigeria has failed in building a system that nurtures talent. That’s why our best brains shine abroad but struggle at home.

Your children should not run and hide when they see your car approaching. No amount of discipline should make them terrified of your presence. If this is your parenting style, check yourself.

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A candle flickers at night, Another pretty little light. Beside it is an old clock, Each second hits a rock. One fades as one goes on, Both will vanish by dawn. Life burns and passes fast, Its moments will not last. But in the slow brief span, We hope; all we do is plan.🥀

Dear Ruth, I love that you and some of your colleagues are moving around Ghana up and down and posting shallow reviews for the obliviously political sponsored trip but I want you to do one thing for us I challenge you to snap and post 5 generator shops in Ghana No 2, I also

Nobody paid you... But you trekked to a filling station under scorching sun to compare pump price. You brought out calculator and compared cedis and Naira. You went ahead to refute falsely the steady electricity in Ghana. Then compared how costly sim card is in Ghana. My

Of all the countries I have been to, I just realized that I have never taken a picture at a fuel station to compare prices with Nigeria 🥲. But let’s break this down: Economy is simple. At today’s exchange rate, 20,000 Ghana Cedis is ₦2,745,200 If a Ghanaian enters Nigeria with

Old words in dusty books, And lines I once mistook. Ink out of my tiny hands, Dreams; no age to stand. Margins had sweet rhymes, Voices caught in old times. Each verse had a long face, Just faded; but still in place. As I read what used to be, Old me nods quietly at me.🥀

A mask to hide my face, A shield for my secret place. I wear it both high and low, Afraid of the truth I know. I laugh to conceal my pain, And hide my tears in vain. This is a disguise so fine, But then, truth does shine. My true self, locked away, Fearing judgement by day.🥀

In my cosmic journey, I experienced duality in a realm I stumbled across in my dream; it felt like something out of scripture, it felt like prophecy. It felt so Divine. I titled it "THE TWO TWINS" background art by àdúrà

The worst betrayal is abandoning your own dream. A river freezes, a star dims—not because it dies, but because you refused to guard the gate of your essence.