Whyte Queen
You can call me the Ink Queen or the Midnight Scribbler.
Poetry is my voice.
Words are my Blood.
Lines are my veins.
Member Since: 1 year ago
Igbo Landing: Blood and Water
(IGBO LANDING: Blood and Water)Part 1“By the trails of DunbarWe all walked, including father.…..chains rattling…..…..death looming…...White, we walkedhungry and sore.Herons, pure and slendercalling to one another -our slaughter.Mosquitoes probing their last drink from our fleshAs we walked to the marsh.Our hearts racing fast,ready to breathe its last."There was a time when children played in the kindness of the sunlight and sang to the coolness of the moonl...
Where You Died In the Story
Where You Died In The StoryThe bookmark in the pages of our love story was where we fell asleep- we stopped writing and reading and started hating and bickering. It was no more a perfect story to be passed down to our generations down into the future because I have come to realize between us both, this was a dream at midday. This book screams for just one more chapter but I'm out of ink and patience. I've ran out of words and expecta...
BOUNTY OF THE SEA
The night has come here to play in the day.Sunlight glints upon the face of the brackish waters- where an array of colours play before my eyes. what lies in the deep have slapped my senses out of its perceived veracity. Coral and reef, rocks and vegetation; a city in the sea!A world not made for my kind; a place where the angels have built for themselves an estate.Oh Boundless sea! The mother and womb of life!Wild yet calm, dangerous nonetheless beautiful-the sound of sh...
ON GRUESOME MURDER OF GHANAS ARMY CAPTAIN: MAXWELL MAHAMA
Ghana Army Captain was stoned, burnt and killed, mistaken for a robber at Denkyira Boase.In an instance of instant justice gone wrong, residents of Boase in the Central Region are reported to have stoned, burnt and killed a captain Maxwell Mahama of the Ghana Armed Forces in a mob action. A lot of unpublished killing and acts of violence have been witnessed around the world but this particularly is common among Africans. They take justice into their hands and find it usual to take a life. T...
ALIEN MUMBO JUMBO
We were all seated outside, listening to tales by moonlight. Daddy was telling his usual stories of Aliens visiting our earth and how they would eat our brains out, feed on our power supply or eat everything metal. My little brother was clearly stricken with fear, fear which daddy fed on. But I was not afraid because I had heard these stories since I was a child, though Dad had patched up the stories here and there with latest trends he had discovered or heard about them. I was smiling looking a...
Gay Marriage Debate Controversy: Reasons It should be Frowned Upon
History and Debate of Gay MarriageSame-sex marriage is defined as a union between two people who are of the same gender or biological sex. Since 2001, ten nations and other jurisdictions have made this type of union legal. Whether or not to recognize such marriages remains a source of debate as far as civil rights, political and social issues go.Definition of MarriageThe definition of the word marriage is a topic that often comes up when discussing same-sex marriages. The word "marriage&quo...
I REP STRENGTH AND COURAGE
My headgear does not encroach into your privacy My throat is thick with defiancy My mouth speaks fire My soul burns at the pyre It’s on fire because it was lit Set ablaze with rejection and dejection But now I represent the voice of truth The coals of salvation I won’t rest till it burns into every flesh of feminism
EN CHANTRESS
The summer breeze brushed past my sundress Sunlight glazed through my eyes The rubbles stare deep into me The more I looked the less I saw I felt like a puppet In the control of a master The piper who plays Dictating the chords of my life I've been abacinated by the hot coals of hate and inequality I need for it all to stop I need you to fight for me Not that I'm not strong enough
MY LOVE IS TOO . TO HAVE IT THROWN IN MY FACE
Now I know you love meBut I’m not gonna love youthe way that you want me to love youMy love is much too good for you;Much too sanctified;Much too gratified;Much too sinful;Much too holy;Much too precious to have it hurtOver and over againYou left me alone, gone with the windLeave my heart, leave the earthI’m a force,A work of art,an irreplaceable pieceI’m valuedI don’t lack selfworthI love myself because I deserve it
A LETTR TO MR. FEAR
Mr. FearAt The Deepest Part of My HeartGnaw StreetRedemption RoadHey Fear,I’M IN CONTROL NOWI am no longer scared of growing old, because I’ve come to realize it’s actually a good thing. Besides I have my whole life ahead of me and I’m only in my early twenties, exactly 20 years old!I have also come to terms with being a girl growing to a woman. I won’t be afraid anymore of being used by men neither will I hate men anymore for seeing me as “‘a thing with...
A LETTER TO MY EX-WHITE LOVR
A Letter to my Caucasian Ex-Lover on his BirthdayAn intrinsic poem for people of colour Each morning I wake up with you on my mindAnd great throbbing pains in my heartWe had shared our first kiss under the bougainvilleaThose days when I was only but a seedlingWe had spent great moments togetherNow we’re miles apartSeparated by the same thing we both wantedYears have gone by, leaving me with the feeling off being wantedHe has moved onBut I’m stuckNovember would forever be our mon...
MY TRANSITIONS FROM A GIRL TO A WOMAN
Important lessons learntI was born 28 March 1997 in Lagos State of Nigeria. I was quite a timid child. Always played alone, sometimes with my siblings. I never associated with any one; I was an introvert to be frank. It wasn’t as if I didn’t like playing rough as my sisters did. They would do back-lifts, somersaults and the rest of those terrifying plays that left me afraid at the thought of trying it out. I was scared I might break my neck or back – I was indeed afraid of death itself eve...
THE IMPORTANCE OF WRITING EVERYDAY
Writing is the painting of the voice. It’s what makes us to be heard even without speaking. It’s a powerful tool if wielded properly.I have been writing since elementary school but I’ve only started real writing about, let’s say four months. I know it’s quite a short period of time but despite my schedule, I still manage to write almost everyday. Right now I’m writing and I just came back from work, have had my dinner and I’m now sitting in the living ro...
MY QUADRIPLEGIC BOSOM FRIEND
My second abecedarian poemOkay, if you have read my first abecedarian poem, here's the second, but if you've not, hurry now and read it so you would understand what it means. Happy reading! Azure skies are todayblue and I’m in need of oldcabaret because I’mdepressed and melancholic I’m afraidespecially now that I’ve discovered I tend tofidget a lot; I’ll probablygrab a drink or two and thereafterhibernate till I recover my strength; I’ll probably ...
MY FIRST ABECEDARIAN POEM
OK, I'll start by explaining what an abedarian poem means. The word abecedarian means to arrange in an alphabetical order. In other words, abecedarian poems are arranged from letters A to Z, sequentially. So this was my first attempt.AyeBecause you’ve asked, I just submitted andCollated my first Abecedarian. Although it’s aDraft, I still hope you would like it. Keep onEncouraging and weaving the littleFabrics of writers in us. And as much as I don’t wannaGab, I can’tH...
RELIVING THE NIGHT OF THE GAS EXPLOSION AT MY HOUSE
As a little girl, when I visited my friends' house, I was always jealous they used gas and we didn’t. I would ask them a lot of questions like “how does it work?” or “I heard it doesn’t leave soot on the pot?” And they’ll be like so in this modern day age and trend, you don’t use gas? I’d be so ashamed of myself. I didn’t know and understand why my mum decided to live in stone age by sticking to the kerosene stove.As I grew up, I st...
NAIVE, BLIND MELLISA
She stood at the beach taking everything in — the air and the seas. The sea smelled like well, sea. It was lovely! Absolutely breathtaking. Today was particularly a happy one for her. She started noticing things she wouldn’t or couldn’t notice before. For example how the sun cascaded with the sky forming a rainbow patch giving off both heat and cold simultaneously. She loved everything including this weather.Enjoying the seas, in recent months hadn’t been her favourite th...
BLAHYND FOHLD
We have become blind to pain and have welcomed the talons of grief and sorrow to embrace us and hurt us even more. The more we sink deeper into grief, the more it consumes us unknowingly.Most people feel overcoming daily challenges, one will need drugs like Viagra, Meth and so on. Little do they know they only sink deeper and deeper into a bottomless pit they may never be saved from. If you fall into this group, you’ve been totally blindfolded that all I can picture is a mentally-deluded i...
THE SAXOPHONIST
I could hear musicBut I didn’t know what type of musicMaybe it’s from a partyI still searched round and round and roundI kept walking towards the soundThe music sounded good to me earsIt called out to meYet I didn’t know how to replyStill walking and relishing the soundI walked into its sourceIt emanated from a young guySitting in the hot sunJust outside his houseHe was a saxophonistAnd a damn pretty good oneEven though I didn’t know the song he was playing nowI still enj...
When doctors tell you they
When doctors tell you they have to cut your perfectly beautiful skin, how would you feel or react?I couldn’t sit that at work that fateful Friday evening. I was feeling pains at the left side of my stomach. I had been experiencing this for quite some time now but this, this is quite unbearable. The pain made me feel like giving up the ghost. But I didn’t want die, at least not now. I haven’t given birth, I haven’t achieved my purpose in life. No! No! I mustn’t die, ...
MY SISTERS
I have five sisters who are greatThough one is lateWe fight, argue and make-upYet we still share each other’s makeupWe sure do have our differencesAnd we always make referencesTo our past hurts and painsDown the memory laneSometimes I feel I can’t bear to be with themYet most times I would die to be found with themI am the fifth of the girlsSometimes I feel we are great pairsSometimes I feel like we hate one anotherCuz we would always bicker at each otherWe argue a lotBut sometimes w...
HOW DID WE VOTE THIS P-RESIDENT?
Who voted this Lion King?Who had promised to protect usNow he protects his cubs onlyLeaving us to desperationAnd feeding on us; telling us he’s only taking what nature would soon takeHe has turned back to devour the very clan he promised to protectHe has left us to the potbellied hyenasWho sit await like a prostituteWhy? Tell me just why?After all the beautiful manifestosWe thought you had something good to offerObviously we were wrongWho stood in the scorching sun to vote for you?Who with...
THE ULTIMATE PRICE FOR BEING FEMALE
We aren’t paying it anymore!My birth made my baba unhappyHis family called him a weakling;a man without performanceDoes my being a girl indicate nothing but weakness?Can’t I walk on dark streets unattended?And without fear or flightShould I be married off to a father, Father?The girl is the mother of the manWhy am I being subjected to such a cruel faith?Why do I have to give up schooling?With the excuse I’ll only end up in a man’s house?Should I be the only one to pay dearly?I have strug...
FOXES IN MARRIAGE
Foxes in marriages are little things that seem insignificant but can spoil/ruin marriages e.g. a dirty man/woman lacking a good character.Little foxes in marriages may come in the form of: External Relationships: Brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers and friends fall into the category of external relationships that may intrude on marriages. Whenever you have an issue with your spouse, it’s wrong to invite a third part especially at every little thing or slightest provocatio...
Uncertainty
The morning dews seem to consume meI know not what the day holds in storeBut I’m quite hopefulThough all seems hazy to meI’m looking forward to seeStarting something new definitely feel like fear itselfBut with a glimmer of hopeOne can transcend beyond these walls of barrierBeyond this wall that I know not what lies beyondI love looking at little childrenBecause they’re always so hopefulHopeful for tomorrow;Hopeful that all would always go wellThe morning sun sometimes encourag...
WANNA BE
Everyone desires to be somethingEach desires embedded with wantingThese wants may be good or badSurely these makes up a ladMany are tempted to go the extra mileSome are willing to wait a whileSome wonder to themselvesWhat a sick faith!That one must waitSome ponder to themselvesWhen will these all go away?I need to find a way!I once remember a childSo meek, gentle and mildWho grew up with preposterous ideas and desiresHe wished that all properties, wealth and fame he could acquireBut he never kne...
TRIBUTE TO MY MOM- A RARE GEM AND A VIRTUOUS WOMAN OF SUBSTANCE
Only! If only I was an animationAnd my family members were something drawn up on a sheet by a directorCharacters would be created and recreated till they were too perfectTill they made less senseTill they are a bit scrawny and zanyWell at least no one gets to make fun of anotherBecause we would seem too perfect in our mind's eyesI wish I was a mackleWell at least I would have double lifeI would at least have the guts to live life with such reckless abandonMy mom would still be hereBecause I woul...
Is it because I'm black?
I am black and referred to as a negroMaybe it’s the fault of my genotypeI can blame the melanin in meIt’s being said hate for skin colour is a crimeBut I find it repulsive that it’s still everywhere whites and blacks are foundI can’t speak openly in the midst of whitesThey believe we are “apes therefore we must obey”Going back through history in AfricaI read how the whites lobbied to control AfricaAnd all their cultures they imposed on usNow we Africans are st...
TEENAGE CRUSH
(Part 1)I met him for the first time and my stomach felt like butterflies were playing in themI stared at him, shy, struck with strange mixed feelingsHe stared back at me, I looked awayI became concerned with the way I positioned my faceSweet strings of melodies could be heard in my little fragile heart (or was it my heart pounding?)I was scared he could have heard it tooBut no, wasn’t he far away?I sought solace in the only thing that could have saved me that instance — my phone!I c...
BLACKBIRD
A poem authenticating blacksBlack birdI don’t wanna be called so anymoreI know I’m black but just call me a birdI’ll fly with my broken wingsAnd I’ll not only sing into the deep of the nightI’m done with the pain and lonelinessThe world will learn to hold meSoon enough, you’ll seeAnd I’ll learn to love and careand I’ll transcend beyond these thresholdsI’ll wear strength and wield courageI’ll put on insane courage andan embarrassing braveryAnd then I’ll be known as aBRAVE BI...
INFANTICIDAL INTERRUPTION
I struggled between millions of spermAnd I made it to conceptionI came as morrowI was happy and proudThat I would grow into a feotus;I didn’t miss my brothers and sistersEven as I bade them goodbyeGrateful I would finally encounter anotherworld much spoken aboutI came swaddled in innocenceJoyous in that warm welcoming wombCovered with blood and mucusGrowing into fleshMy tiny organs developingThe angels nurturingand busking my little mindFor things to comeI sit there awaiting the glorious d...
WHY FATHERS DISLIKE THEIR DAUGHTERS BOYFRIENDS
The birth of a baby boy brings joy untold to his parents. His father has been able to bring him into the world which is a great sign that he has not lost his manhood. Being able to produce sperm which transports to the ovaries to form a child is a function that can be done by a male and male only. Not unless you are a hermaphrodite that has the male genes more pronounced than that of the female. Well, in that case you are still a man!Before a man decides he wants to have a family and is joined w...
STALKED
Women constitute the highest population of those being stalked around the world!Her instinct had warned her not to drink anything alcohol because the guy’s eyes gave away his intentions- intentions she couldn’t really tell what they were after but just that she didn’t like it. He was staring straight into her eyes. She became so uncomfortable, shifting from side to side.“Why is he staring at me that way” she asked herself. He called the waiter and didn’t even ask her what she needed ...
CURIOUS ABOUT YOUR FUTURE?Just out
CURIOUS ABOUT YOUR FUTURE?Just out of curiosity, I signed up for an astrological reading. Yes I absolutely did. I’ll let you on a secret — it’s the most crazy thing I ever did. Being an ardent and a believing Christian, it’s something I ought not to have done; something I still regret. I visited Mary — the Astrologer.After a few weeks, I received a message that said my reading was ready. I couldn't wait, I was nervous. I opened the linked and what I saw, I would...
THE ALMIGHTY NOTIFICATION
It’s quite funny how often I check my notification bar to see whether someone have followed me or liked my write-up. Now I feel like it’s becoming an obsession and oh boy! It’s not one I’m ready to let go. I am envisaging that in the nearest future, I would be doing more of this.Whenever I receive a notification, I can’t help but smile because it means I matter and I begin having this feeling of being special. I do it on Facebook, Pinterest, Twitter, Whatsapp, Gmail...
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