IN HER THOUGHTS

Girl you already have it!!! You are the epiphany of a strong woman, One dear brilliant woman, The best-endowed, with face & fire in her bosom Leaning from her human, she is independent Full of love, life in its abundance Through harshest time you remain untainted Her presence did confidence and self-awareness summon You know who you are, keep on pushing Get some gold spray for that lemon, Though life is sour taste it like watermelon Fit it in all up in your denim A match that was made in Heaven Selfish to lavish in your goodness Never apologize, let them recognize Baptize them with your goodness Legitimize your self-worth, Personalize happiness Make them realize You are enough in your eyes

What was! Where ‘the’ story began… “If you want to dispossess a people, the simplest way is to do is tell their story and start with, ‘secondly’. Start the story with the arrows of the Native Americans, and not with the arrival of the British, and you have an entirely different story. Start with the story with the failure of African state, and you haven entirely different story.” Mourid Barhouti There is nothing that is disruptive as telling a people the same thing over and over again, even if it isn’t true it becomes embedded in them. What I’m trying piece together is that the way we tell stories have a definitive stimuli. The narrative about African women or any women has been the same song with poetic and rhyme to justify the stereotype. A single story that have been told in different versions. For so many uncounted years woman were defined in terms of barriers rather than their triumph. Can it be changed? The imminent question that lurks over our shoulders. Is there s

I know it's mostly just flattery but they tell me I'm a lover at heart or maybe a believer and I like how people see me. It's not exactly the same way I see myself but I think it's pretty close and generally life offers nothing perfect. I'm not one for long silences or awkward pauses, that's just never been me. I always fill in the gaps with words and conversation even when it's unwanted I somehow speak. Life has been a long tirade of lessons, some of which I was never supposed to learn. Society was always the loudest teacher when it came to all those wrong subjects. It spoke loud as I walked down the streets and it told me I was walking wrong, it told me I wasn't dressed the right way and my hair was done wrong. It whispered as I sat across from my date and it told me that for the food on my plate and the movie we had just watched I had to give it up It taught me that there was a price for things I was supposed to give freely because I felt so

📷 Belinda Fewings The bad outweighs the good Twilight dawns, blame infests Conversations turn to arguments Because she wants to be heard Of monstrous words unmoved, With no wits of regard Old clothes upon old sticks to scare a bird In solitude echo of compliments fades And saw nothing more than atrocious comments With grave aspect, her heart prepared She was no good, that what she heard It may be, and had not yet stirred Ooh too desolate bird Whistling loud may yet be heard Not the first, second or the third A cry for room, though not a phantom stirr’d When you are misunderstood, Just know you good Whenever you fall, never tell yourself   You are no good Try over and over if you could Never give up, fight like you should

📷 Apaha Spi Broken dreams, broken souls We are all a mess, a fallen generation We bleed, but nobody cares Somehow it is our fault We cry, nobody listens All they care about is more coin in their pockets We’re only but pawns In a game, we cannot fathom Our pain in their eyes is unnecessary drama, Our sorrow gives them an adrenaline rush, Our struggle is their entertainment They thrive from our sweat, blood and tears As it pours, so does coin drop in their pockets Every dime we earn they find ways to chuff it To them it is change, to us, it is means of survival Greedy grim reapers are what they are Always scheming of ways to suck the last coin out of us The pain inflicted by the people we traded for our hope and future It worsens by the day, but we continue to sing songs of hope It is not by choice, it is a survival instinct The thought of better days is what is keeping us sane, Nowhere to turn, refuge is the new slave To stay and

📷 Simphie Thoughts Great minds work together, great minds collaborate. Great minds find beauties and appreciate them. Okay enough with the big words, what I am simply saying is we have a guest blogger today 🤗 . Be nice okay and of course enjoy the different touch and the wise words.  You know how lately there’s been that buzz about abortion (Pro-life vs Pro-choice) going crazy on social and mass media. It only seemed fitting that I share my two pieces on the issue. The thing about these things is that you can’t be neutral about it; you have to make a decision and my decision that I am Pro-choice. Now before those who are Pro-life attack me, hear me out. It really is like that sometimes, not everyone is going to want to enter the world of parenthood. There are several circumstances that have to be taken into consideration. Mental and Emotional stability of the woman Let’s be honest, you really can’t be a good parent when you are  not  mentally or emotionall

I huff and puff but you only see me from a distance You feel pity for others but you never dream I will pick you up. I am a whirlwind, I grow slowly lifting only the gravel. You see me from a 10mile radius, I leave you a little shaken but not enough to move away. I am a whirlwind I move by the wind so you will never see me coming. Before you know it, I am there like a cool summer breeze that creates humour by lifting girls’ skirts. Harmless as I may seem don’t take me for granted because remember I am a whirlwind. Suddenly I gain momentum and before you know you are in the sky no control of your life, I am spinning the life out of you and just as you are about to give upon life, I drop you without remorse leaving you to die with broken bones. I am a whirlwind and like my name I move with the wind so don’t think I will wait with remorse to help you lick your wounds; I am onto my next 10-mile radius. I am a whirlwind.