Fire & Rocks (A short story)

All rights reserved FIRE AND ROCKS 1(short story)   It was a few minutes past 1pm and the weather was severely hot and humid. I removed the thick sweater i had on and tieid it about my waist. I could already see my destination from afar off, so I heaved a sigh of relief. My […]

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Botched Operation

I woke with a start. A cold air from outside caressed me disturbing my peaceful sleep. And like around nipples I was standing straight. I recognized my environment instantly even though it’s been a while I came this lane. I readied myself instantly for further orders my mission though obvious demands patience. After placing the […]

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LET’S HAVE A CUP OF COFFEE 

*sips coffee* Okay, I want to reveal some random stuff about me today. I would rather be enigmatic but then today I feel different. Thankful. Theolahsmusings clocked a year this month. Yayy! feels like yesterday. The journey thus far has been oh so awesome. Honestly, I found home here; freedom of some sort. Here’s a […]

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#worldspoetryday

What is Art? Art is not art when it’s scared to express No, it ain’t art when it’s censored to impress She is not shy to air her mind or scared of the world’s shrewd eyes Her feet’s unsheathed; her souls unclad The rain don’t flood her feet The sun doesn’t scorch her skin She […]

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I won’t stop…

It’d been a long time since I ran, normally I could go 2km non stop. Then I decided to go a run the other day but then I got tired at some point, I mean, I wasn’t expecting my endurance capacity to be the same after the long break with all my muscles relaxed and […]

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Sirants’ diary

My race is underestimated Our appearance an irony of our strength My frame seems frail, but they’re tougher than a crocodiles skin My limbs are lanky but they bear the weightiest burdens Everyday out of this teeny-weeny hole I a’ peeping This big big world amplifies my tiny me Haughty heels that would crush my […]

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The Clean Plate part 2

You see, there’s one thing we have little control over -the society. No matter how passionate about one is about the ills of their country, effecting a change is not a wake up and call thing. Even our past heroes laboured as patriotic as they were, I know our own independence was given to us […]

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‘The Clean Plate’

“You deserve a clean plate” This is the best advice that should probably have been given to me many years ago. Or better still, “you deserve the best”. I needed to hear those four letter words. But you, you might have been told before or read it somewhere or reading it now. It took some […]

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