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“Thought you said you weren’t coming back,” said a reader scratching their head, rolling leery eyes. “Uh… right. Forgot about that. Thoughts keep popping in my head. Stories clamoring to be told.” The

Happiness is an illusion Of an enjoyable delusion Created from the fusion Of compassion and confusion Blurring reality Through false practicality And morbid rationality For needed duality Forgotten freedom

Blue is the sky on a hot summer's day, blue is the sea, rolling in from afar, blue is my heart with the Capricorn moon. Red was my dress as I danced in bare feet, red was my fire with my memories clear,

Honestly i really don't know what else to post on steemit to get better upvote, well is been a while though,got a lot i have been doing that's why i have not posted anything of late but not withstanding

Kayla She was the whispering of a poem, Each convincing stutter of a rhyme, Calm on the tongue, sweet at heart, The memories of her in a dream. Kayla She was beautiful, beyond each myth, Of beauty laid

I sat in front of a monkey With the monkey behind me I look at what lies ahead Putting the truth behind me I told the monkey "you are BLACKER" He looked down at our shadows And said "I don't

And so it was an amazing time rehearsing still,the play tittle "the Mu'adhin's call",with me playing the role of the liman idris.now the liman is the chief or the head of the mosque,or better

Been away for a while and a lot of you all thought i quit steemit. But how can a man in his right senses quit steemit i keep asking?? So i went into the right sense of my brain And wrote this poem for

On this day, i took a pause More like and involuntary stop I got stock So i SAT FAR and took stock Watching the past replay The mistakes we laid As foundation for today The price we pay The doors were

Olajide is dead This rumour lacks any iota of truth No pinch of salt to spice its tastelessness But olajide is dead Lies exulted to the ears of the king Fingers growing bigger than the ring But I saw him

Okay my wonderful and lovely people of this amazing planet called earth,i told you all yesterday that i was in the studio shooting a comedy skit.it's Rehanna's remix of the song title wild thought,wow

Hello to you all my wonderful people,so am doing one small adventure a comedy skits title the chronicles of dk.now dk is a funny guy that loves to do funny and crazy stuff both with the Hausa accent and

The day was so awesome and hectic as i had to get involve in rehearsal of two theatrical plays,meant for the theatre festival at the Jos repertory theatre.well i met a lot of my old time classmates and

I read a poem that inspired this That added grease to the bliss of my grieve That made me miss what i never had Living me with owl sounds And day time bats That made me mourn for the losses yet to come

I come new born I come new form Twist and turn With roses and thorns I own bullet you own gun Alphabetic turn Stagnant run "puss in boots cats in hat bat or rat perfect disguise" Tragic irony

Nothing in my name Just regrets and blame Fire and flame Put to the veil Hills on my plane No pictures but frame I look into the mirror I see someone I don't want to become What have I become? Years gone

source White ago We tread the mill, with muzzles round our mouth Like slave donkeys Black bent by white hunches White ago It was said, Black never suit the tie So Black never suit and tie Only tied by

They say health is wealth,but information is power.the knowledge about steemit is like freedom from slavery,social emmacipation from poverty. My name is Michael John i was bornJuly 20th 1990,I am from