They came with gift of intimacy; Seduced me with truce and trade. For their greed, they recognised me. The weapon of destruction was my present. They came to love life around me; Like a mother, I welcome

Am lost in the forest of my deception, drowned with the waters of confusion. Am scared of being by myself, scared of the darkness that blew against my growing flame. I need you. Please calm this storm,

The way of the pen, have I chosen. Its oath, shall uphold. Like a knight, I will defend thy honour. With the shield of my notebook; and, The sword of my ink, I will serve thee. Till my thoughts diminish,

Christmas, a day in which the world acknowledge the birth of Jesus Christ. In other words a day where the entire world recognizes Christ (The Only Begotten Son Of God) as a personality that passed through

Accounting has a double entry principle which says that in every debit entry there is a corresponding credit entry. So does spirituality, for every fragment of love you receive there must be love given

there is a story i did tell, a tale of d luv we shared: though in d past. a story much older than the ball dance we did attend in d french quarters of new orleans in d 50s. a tale interwined in love nd

On that day the world was void of light. on that day we condemned the king. on that day we watched him scourged for our sake. we laughed at his suffering, that day! we betrayed him that day, and deny him

It’s past midnight, and am not sleepy. An Owl shrieks just outside the window. Thriller of my doom divulges in a tortoise pace, Shadow! Cast me not away. The whirling sound from leafless trees, sends spine

I am a deserter, a traitor to Gaia. A man with the mentality of a young child, Am scared, yes I am; Of life, of death, of growing up. Scared of being called names, For I was without gifts. My feet isn’t

It isn’t easy penning down ones past, now am wondering how people do write Autobiographies. Life has been a movie to me; everyone just acting one huge script for no audience, I often imagine that some

Who am I? This question is one of the oldest I have ever known, but I was a failure at getting the answers that tends to fill my empty soul; though never really searched. Today I get this question all

Image source Swiftly, he rode In the dark of the night Cloaked in the darkness of evil Seeking who to devour With my eyes I saw him His eyes shone from the darkness of his perforated skin With the horns

We were once strangers, Broken with ignorance and confusion. Now we know our paths, So there's need to share this power with others in need. For knowledge is power

Photo credit: Michael nonso The photos were captured in the market region of Benin City, Edo State, Nigeria... It marks my arrival into the Midwestern part of the nation...

Afternoon steemians, I would be asking lot of questions. I feel the need for me to improve on myself, please do aid my course. As a writer, what sparks the fire that makes you produce a unique piece?

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photo source: Google search To my mother, Am that child who emerged from her within. To my father, Am that son destined for a greater good. So who am I? To my friends, am a male with mutual comprehension

Dear Heart, UPDATE ON NEXT MONTH RESOLUTION Despite all we have done, nothing seems to change as if nothing ever happened. My plans, visions, dreams; are gradual piece of that sad tale expected to be told

From birth to death, From the morning's dew to the Afternoon's rays, My heart calls for you, For the heart knows its rightful Queen. For in solitude, you have been my companion. If death be the case, we

These were the words that kept my mind bubbling and my head swelling, it was captured in a movie titled Battleship. The above heading did create an opening in my mind, it shows me the power of possibilities