IN HER THOUGHTS

Once upon a time, she was born.  Tiny hands, perky cheeks, full with a glow of hope. Ambition in the firm grip of her fist. This is no folklore, gather around! But if you are expecting yet another no close to reality story, kindly Exit. Or looking for a story for gags kindly hit EXIT. Or looking for entertainment follow your uncles to the Left, to the Left. Yeah, I'm using first-person because I stand as a voice for women. I own every word, unadulterated and unapologetically. Pretty big shoes to fill but my ambition and voice are just enough. I gotta practice what I preach right! So imagine me! Curly hair, an afro crown I have earned.  With a firm fist shot in the sky. A belly full of words. A vision of what women can become. I might tremble at my first word Quiver when I stand Discouraged at my first effort But guess what? Each step harness the power from within Practice makes perfect. So who are you to judge!? Hear me! Listen care

You knew it could burn but stretched arm's length for an embrace. You felt the heat inside out, Heart Burn! But, you still basked in its full blaze. You knew it was a trap wrapped in good aesthetics, A beautiful painting hung to sway you in. I gotta give it to you, you got a big heart, Enough to go around even where it's not wanted. So do you cry or scold yourself when the pain it's self-inflicted? How do you tell your story? Do you complain? Do you ask for help? It feels like you are stuck between a rock and a hard place. 'You got yourself into this.' 'You got yourself into this.' Runs an emotional race at the back of your mind. Now, these 7 words make you feel ashamed & not worthy crying out for help. You repeat it to yourself to put you to sleep. A lullaby self-composed, 'You got yourself into this.' "Always follow your instinct." Why didn't you follow your instinct? Ooh, yo

Going into the working environment is exciting and intriguing. The first time I was initiated into the club I had beaming hopes of how I was going to conquer the world. In my mind I thought what could really go wrong, it is just waking up and working right? But a thrilling horror awaited me, I realized that passing school, landing a job and being punctual to work was not going to cut it for me to last a day. Just like driving a car, the most dangerous thing to look out for is other drivers surrounding you. Meaning no matter how good of a driver you are, if you don't look out for those around you, you are good as dead. The same applies to the corporate world, you have to face whatever that is thrown at you. From different toxic characters or workmates, being taken advantage of, own self-destruction or other unexpected challenges are thrown at you daily. Well, I have had my fair share and it's highly likely I will keep on having fist wars until I'm five foot under. A

There is one thing I fear, not seeing things for what they are. I would rather see things plainly, picture souls rather than clothes. Somethings look better in black & white. Wait... No! Everything looks good in black & white. Black and white shapes truth, like words, shape characters. It paints dreams and real truth. Seeds of what is & what isn't. Everything balanced. Same color. Same tone. Where hate and racism are born blind. Arrogance for the color of the skin is silenced. Racism, Gender-based violence... has no place in black & white. Picture in black and white, all distractions are removed. It is a big contrast. Like how is it just dark. And then extreme light. There's no in-between. A mix of purity, integrity, and honor. Salt and pepper of colors it balances the taste.

She (sister, mother, friend) walked confidentially home; She used the same road she had known for years. Cranberry it was; plastered on a somehow rusty half-fallen metal post.  A few teases from the boys who lodged on the drains as usual. It was the norm. But, this time it was different. She would usually plug-in her earphones to block the predator's remarks. But this time it was different, a dark cloud hovered on her back. A sharp pain suddenly encroached the back of her head With a hurricane-like force, it brought her to her knees.  Her guard was gone, she lied there helplessly in pain As the predator forcefully took what it hadn't sowed. Once again the vultures won. Bloodshed at 6 pm, as her soul left her body. She used the familiar road she knew  She wore clothes below her knees Covered her boobs And didn't accentuate her God-given endowed body But still,  bloodshed at 6 pm. Maybe it's not what she wore, What time it was,

📸iamprosperk It’s a force to express out loud and unapologetically The moment of contentment with self Where you say what you feel and think Being comfortable talking bout’ the unthinkable, and the forbidden A canvas of powerful scenic images, constructs of silenced stories and opinions One art at a time building a generation of wild, confident young minds Small steps it may seem but through open-mindedness, stories are molded A map that shows a trail of being comfortable in your own skin A thousand words of discouragement crafted for good, through art Staying true to self, telling your story in your own words, in its rawest form Being heard. Being seen. Being experienced…………… “Having a Voice.” Creative. Unique. Raw. And Loud The lyrics that shouts from the mountain top the ills around us The pictures that capture our deepest darkest moments The canvas that paints nature to remind us how important it is The cocktail of words filled with encourag

Nobody knows the dreams,  The hopes she had for her future Whether she wanted to travel the world or Become the next Maya Angelou Whether she wanted to change lives,  Save lives or even live a simple life Nobody knows the plans, At 18 her notepad should have been full of plans Maybe a 10 page long to do list at her disposal From cleaning  her room to simple errands  It was her choice to tick each at her own pace But now all the images painted in her memory are filled with pain and agony. All they know is she went to the post office and didn't get out alive. All they know now is man are trash. All they know is the beast has been doing it for years. But nobody knows the pain, Of her pinned on the same exact spot Minutes that felt like eternity HER clinging to her sanity Holding back panicked breaths. Nobody knows the final thoughts That ran through her mind Undressed, with a beast logged in her deepest depths  Trembling at the sound

It's the Virgo season! Hello, September babies. Let's welcome September with a fresh mind and approach. September is a time for a change, a time to leave old habits behind and embrace the beginning of something new. And well, sometimes a small change in the way you see things is enough to spark fresh opinions, inspiration, and point of view. And, who knows, maybe you can even cook up some great money-making ideas.  If you renewed the mind. I have just the right song for you, September produced by Wind, Fire, and Earth. It is a jam y’all, it just hits the spot. It just has the right tunes to get you in the mood. What a spectacular force to start of the month. If you haven’t listened to it here is the link . Let's get back to the '90s. WHOOMP! Do you remember the 21st night of September? Love was changing the minds of pretenders While chasing the clouds away Our hearts were ringing In the key that our souls were singing As we danced in the night

Yees! I was raised by a single mother. The journey is amazing but let's face it, the road was and (still is) winding, full of bumps and bruises. It takes stamina, perseverance  over the long haul. So to all single parents out there you're amazing! She wore armour with pride I remember it all, The stress, the tears, the long nights Joy, laughs, hugs and the love First widowed, then ousted It was sudden, very sudden Like a lonely star, She simmered into Universe depths With no familiarity, she – a single parent She was to be I remember it all No one had taught her How to master her ordeal She had to deal with the cards The best way she could She made mourning, her motivation Broken look amazing & She looked indomitable I remember it all Through the mourning and lonely nights All resemblances of her husband slowly faded The burden of making decisions was on her, Solving all manners of problems She yearned to utter t

I finally found the courage to pen my  driver's licence journey, I was skeptical about posting it, but anyway here it goes.  I finally have a driver's licence y'all! Congratulations to me, whoop whoop. I’m officially part of the club. A family of million drivers already behind the wheel. So long story short getting a driver’s license is one romanticized nightmare. After a long journey of procrastinating I finally decided to embark on the driver’s license road to stardom. I had never been behind the steering wheel, all I was accustomed to was the passenger’s seat (mother’s seat hahaha). So, this meant starting from ground 0 because I knew nothing (in John Snow’s voice) wink, wink! Finding an instructor was easy, I had a few names on my list. Through a friend, I was connected to Mr ‘Pooh bear’. You think the name is weird, huh? Well, it wasn't his real name I coined the name. But can you blame me, he had a protruding belly and I couldn’t help myself lik

I have always wanted a brother for as long as I can remember. In fact, I still want one only if mother was immortal and the marks of years she has lived so far didn't show I would definitely egg her on to have one. Anyway about a couple years ago the unexpected happened, well on my end that is. My dream was already dying but mother's news "You can finally have the brother you have always wanted" was the best news anyone can hear. C'mon there is nothing in this world that brings such happiness as that of a dear brother to hold, love and caress. But... Heaven's rocking chair had other plans. I don't what mother felt or the thoughts that ran through her mind but if I was in her shoes maybe this is how she felt: Death knocked on her door Life within – had turned cold Her soul so frail, her emotions failing her Silhouetted twilight of her unborn Of the cravings and sleepless nights All gone to waste, she mourns... Darkness enshrouds her existe

Recently, I threw myself a pity party, I invited anxiety, narrow mindedness and over-thinking to join the festivities. If you say you never did, it is lying or rather you are the rare case out of a 100. Forbidden fruit in the garden that no one touches. My point is we have all been to one, either as the h ost or gate crashers. It clutches the life left in you, rendering you weak and negotiating with the dreadful news. A horrible boss? Bad break up? That silence filled 10 seconds before that HIV or pregnancy test? Either way, for whatever reason your mind magnifies it to be. A small speck in the eye, a tiny misunderstanding over sanity and productivity! What would you choose? Life doesn’t give choices. Hmmm, so they say! Logical or emotional? Responding or Reacting? What would you choose? But alas, life ebbs and flows, and though life floods us countless times but dealt carefully it can be washed away in an instant. Swim with me, a few words that carry deeply embedded

📷 Tony Ross Expectations!!! When you hear this word what is the first thing that comes to your mind? Take a second, breathe, if you have it, now ponder on it. Are they realistic? Do they have the next person at heart? The most important question is are they known? Every one of us has preconceived notions, resolutions, and most importantly expectations. While it is justified to hold expectations, it is especially detrimental when those who are expected to fulfil the expectations have no clue. It is nearly impossible for any person to fulfil unspoken expectations. We all have certain expectations, we expect people to act in a certain way, at a specific time. But how can someone meet an expectation you didn't communicate? Be upfront of what you want, it may seem impossible but a pie in the sky is better than setting yourself up for a known hell. It only speeds up problems, set your relationships with people for failure and burn bridges with no chance of rectifying the situ

📷  Caique Silvah Through my walk in life, I have encountered different characters, personalities, with different lifestyles as well. I witnessed intense happiness, sorrow, sadness, anxiety, and depression. Every feeling you may think of. The best part of being an introvert, you observe and witness behind the scenes for clear sight. I have discovered the force that defines people’s emotions. It shapes people characters, attitude and the way they act. Upon the realization that self-confidence shapes us, I was intrigued and thought this is a topic that needs devouring to feed my curiosity. What really is self-confidence? I asked a couple of people to get a sense of how self-confidence speaks to them and how it is related to performance. Here is a snippet of what they said: “Self-confidence is the trust one has in their own abilities and qualities. It is important yeah…as a contributor to success but it is not everything.” “Possibly the more self-confident one

📷   Oladimeji Odunsi Right now there is a high rate of divorces, a misconception that women cannot work together and #manaretrash rants. It is QUITE a scene that tickles your brain and nudges you into action. From the rise of #feminists, which is working depending on your perception of the situation. I believe “We” yes (I’m a woman) need to stop seeing man as the enemy. Rather take the strides being made to empower us, work towards co-existing as women and be #killingit. I believe women can do it whether men exist or not. No shade, but it all starts with self-awareness and self-advancement. With those You can conquer the World. Through my internet escapades, I came across this amazing documentary on #Umoja women-only village. It fascinated me beyond the obvious, okay they were abused and moved away to start their own village. Their fight began with Rebecca Lolosoli in 1990 for woman rights, genital mutilation, and child marriages. Not disregarding the cause, my attention and