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 […]Read More Sirants’ diary
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 […]Read More The Clean Plate part 2
Ever wondered how complete strangers gradually turn friends, moreso, soul mates? And how someone you never imagined you could tolerate became a buddy overnight? Love happened? Maybe not. And sometimes the reverse is the case; for instance, you meet two persons A and B. ‘A’ captured your heart you bonded well and seem to flow […]Read More Destiny like relationships..
Does he know.. That when he laughed I melt into puddles of marshmallow goo When he smiled.. A swarm of butterflies flutter in my tummy When he cried.. The universe and time stops for a while That when he hugged me.. Whiffs of masculine scent bewitched and still haunts me And when he said bye.. […]Read More Does he know?
I yearn to sojourn another’s soul He may have mine if he pleases I crave a feeling of oneness.. Same breaths One heartbeat I’d love him to be broken Like me, not much May he embrace my bruises Scar-y stories And see the stars in my gloomy sky Pierce my pieced heart with golden rays […]Read More Broken
Hark it doth lurks! On the borrowed faces of brothers and friendly foes Fear them, that call white black and black white These blazoned beauties, mourners they seem but their eyes are full of treachery With sweet words deadlier than death, They would change their state to suit your taste Beware, for decayed roses are […]Read More Beautiful poison
Dream to make the world a beautiful place Dream to be the voice that echoes in the noise Dream to engrave a cause on the tablets of time Dream like the eagle… To be Free Immortal Be Winged ©Grace OkolikoRead More Dream