Bone weapons. Love these.

medium.com/@captsevarro/a… I'm not exactly sure what this poem is- all I know is that I tried to blend nature poetry with a small dash of Igbo myth .

memory cards would fall on terrazzo and be trapped in the quantum realm 😭

There are creatives, then there are writer creatives. Then there are writer creatives that also happens to be poets. Run from all of them.

Reading books for attention, kwa? We have lost the plot😅.

What you will do with that information is let the world know that the same man also reported his own son to the authorities months before the bombing for extremist behaviour and he was ignored. The father stands vindicated.

- be me, Igbo man from Anambra - family owns an import/export spare parts business(my destiny) - somehow, i find myself in Atlanta - in love with a Black American girl, we met on IG live during a debate about diaspora wars - she calls me “Zaddy”, i call her “Nkem”

“The martyrs of the last times will be the greatest of all, for the first fought against the Emperors, but the last will battle with Satan.” – St. Augustine

I do not understand people's love for avocado. It's bland.

The Lord Of The Rings.

I know a guy

Are you washed in the blood?

your target audience dey mystic falls

Crime rates so bad that turtles be locking their shells. Where's the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles when you need them?

Lol. Truly chaos is secret order.

Many evil things still lingered there, and others were dispersed and fled into the dark and roamed in the waste places of the world, awaiting a more evil hour; and Sauron they did not find.

If ever you see that sudden light in someone’s eyes when they speak of what they love, don’t be the one who lets it flicker out; the world is already too skilled at extinguishing such things.

I never even start.