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Most of us tend to have that little voice in our pretty little mind that makes us lose hope and believe we just can't do it right because we are doomed to fail...i think people call it low self esteem

Let me start by telling you what really inspired this post….. it all started when my very good friend @udezee advised that I should HODL on a coin I wanted to sell, and I thought the HODL was a probably

SOURCE The cryptocurrency market is as fast as it is valid and crazy. New cryptocurrencies are invented on almost on a daily basis, at the same time old ones are dying, early adopters are making crazy

Honey and milk laced with sweat nourishes our fertile cocoa The crudest of oil nourishes the black on our skins As our cattle dung purifies the air Making the rivulets of sweat mingle in solidarity The

Like molten lava it ran through my veins even my deep breath couldn't cool it My mouth get into an unspoken contest with the snails Hissing in disdainful frenzy My heart racing in anticipation And muscles

Adunni's smile could start a war in Osumare The wiggle of her waist rages an inferno in the mind of the youths She's a clear descendant of ajigbini the beauty goddess. Her womanly possession not a consequence

Adunni's smile could start a war in Osumare The wiggle of her waist rages an inferno in the mind of the youths She's a clear descendant of ajigbini the beauty goddess. Her womanly possession not a consequence

Different shades of green I wear as my skin The last command I must obey As my commander says eehsobey image source My lovers kiss still fresh in my memory My mother's prayer kept safely in the armory

My special warrior lizard Once I saw a lizard It looked like a warrior with a face smeared with ugly bruises from past battles With a thick frown pasted on its face Photo credit It leaped from heights

When I was in my prime I held my head high and stamped the grounds proudly Whatever I wanted I beckoned and I protested loudly No rule was hard to break I gave none but mine was to take image source When

An African girl's love What's the need to care for he who doesn't care When the sun and moon you bring for his care Yet at your face he won't even stare Like in it lies his mystery and fear photo credit

"I am above all" He says to his friend "of my mates I surely have no equal I am great, I alone own cities and empires And I get whatever I admire When I speak everybody stays silent I am

That burning desire everytime I take a breath it snakes through my chest and makes me want to explode with passion and scream out loud. photocredit I WANT TO WRITE POEMS Poems of the past, poems of tomorrow,

WHO AM I? #introduceyourself KADIKU BABAJIDE ABDUL QUAHAR is the last child of his parents, He comes from a family of five being the only boy. He hails from the proud country of Nigeria in Africa and was