THE PSEUDO SMILE THE PRICE FOR SUCCESS The tears behind my smile, the sorrow behind my grievances, the ugly being behind the amazing soul, the pains I pass through in seclusion, the feigned smile I give in public, the goal is not to look like what we’ve passed through, hence the reason for the superficial […]
Dear womb-man Dear womb-man, I have read of how you bugled; bugled in pains against the patriarchal societies. I got to know from history how you struggled; struggled for your voice to travel across many communities. Glad to know the struggle was never in vain, and unto many today, it has become a gain. Dear
Christmas anthology WHAT I SEE Others see Xmas, I see Christmas because Christ is the only reason for this special season. Others see it as a time to party, I see it as a time to praise. Others see it as a time to place extravagant price on products, I see it as the reason
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Witty Writers’ corner She is A WOMAN! By Rey Sema Created and made in wisdom, Perfect bet yet confused; What could be missing ? The ability to reproduce Reality into existence! Out of a rib, Counted worthless came the science of incarnation. The answer call to procreation for the post-existence of mankind. As the winter
Witty Writers’ corner She is… By Deborah Idowu She is…. Beautiful, thanks to a Perfect portar Versatile, even she marvels at her abilities Hardworking, even those termed indolent labour at childbirth Caring, blessed with a tender and large heart Self sacrificing, with utterances like, “anything for my child” Attractive, a usual source of distraction to
Witty Writers’ corner WOMAN(THE WOMB MAN) By Ogedengbe Eugene Wordsmith Women are the better breed of men. A package made to be the rare gem. Show me a happy man and a woman I will first. Women, are simply the very best. Embodiment of
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Witty Writers’ corner I am a woMAN By Olasupo D.Olufunmi From the droplings of my hair to the wiseness in my brain I am a woman Feel the softness of my heart and the ruggedness of my palms Call me a woman I will stand by the man I love, not only under the romance
Witty Writers’ corner The cursing lips By Royal Duraku I am the lips that curse Yes I am! You can call me whatever you want, but I would speak Yes I would curse, because of the pain; Pain I had felt as a child and pain I feel as a woman You can call me
Poem He found me Written by Benedicta Agagbo Fighting endlessly…sword meet sword in anger Blows meet blows consistently Over powering the force that pushes beyond strength Pushing and forcing consistently a door that refused to open…shouting and screaming, fighting deep in fear…heart griped and held captive in fear that had infected the mind. Mind sick
PEACE @antiwar.com Peace is something we all seek When we lack it, we feel weak Since it is rooted deep inside With our peace, we are closely tied Peace is something you can’t buy It’s not a trip to Dubai You neither won’t catch it from the sky Cos it’s far from the reach of
