Oyih Joy
Oyih Joy

Oyih Joy

A graduate of English and Literary Studies. Fashion Designer and enthusiast, and A lover of everything literature. A fiction Imaginator and writer.

Member Since: 3 months ago


SHADOWS OF SORROW
Oyih Joy

SHADOWS OF SORROW

#NircleStories CHAPTER ONE. Zahira known for her bright spirit and joyful laughter. She was loved by everyone around her. Her marriage to Ahmed, a kind and talented craftsman, was a symbol of hope and love in their community. Many admired their strong bond, which was as enduring and steadfast as the mountains that loomed in the distance. But fate has a way of surprising people.One tragic night, everything changed when Ahmed was found dead in their home. He looked peaceful, almost as if he wa...

🔁 Oyih Joy ReCircled: IN THE ARMS OF YESTERDAY.
Oyih Joy

🔁 Oyih Joy ReCircled: IN THE ARMS OF YESTERDAY.

#Poetry Glow of Childhood. In a time long past, where laughter rang, Innocence danced, and our childhood sang. With no screens to tether, just skies aglow, We played in the sun, where wild breezes blow. Ludo and whot, we gathered to play, Eyo and canters brightened each day. Stolen tires rolled in delightful flight, And boris and soccer lit up the night. Evenings of friendship, as daylight would wane, We chased shadows, embraced by the rain. Block rosaries forged in the laug...

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🔁 Oyih Joy ReCircled: IN THE ARMS OF YESTERDAY.
Oyih Joy

🔁 Oyih Joy ReCircled: IN THE ARMS OF YESTERDAY.

#Poetry Glow of Childhood. In a time long past, where laughter rang, Innocence danced, and our childhood sang. With no screens to tether, just skies aglow, We played in the sun, where wild breezes blow. Ludo and whot, we gathered to play, Eyo and canters brightened each day. Stolen tires rolled in delightful flight, And boris and soccer lit up the night. Evenings of friendship, as daylight would wane, We chased shadows, embraced by the rain. Block rosaries forged in the laug...

IN THE ARMS OF YESTERDAY.
Oyih Joy

IN THE ARMS OF YESTERDAY.

#Poetry Glow of Childhood. In a time long past, where laughter rang, Innocence danced, and our childhood sang. With no screens to tether, just skies aglow, We played in the sun, where wild breezes blow. Ludo and whot, we gathered to play, Eyo and canters brightened each day. Stolen tires rolled in delightful flight, And boris and soccer lit up the night. Evenings of friendship, as daylight would wane, We chased shadows, embraced by the rain. Block rosaries forged in the laug...

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#African Childhood memories.inspired by nostalgia and Joy of Childhood: The fond memories of carefree days, innocence, and imaginative play.
Oyih Joy

#African Childhood memories.inspired by nostalgia and Joy of Childhood: The fond memories of carefree days, innocence, and imaginative play.

#poetry Echoes of Childhood. In memories sweet, I often play, The golden hours of childhood day. With laughter bright and games galore, Moments I’ll cherish forevermore. "Suwe" danced on squares we drew, Seeds in hand, a balancing crew. Jumping, laughing, hearts so light, Filling our days with pure delight. "Mummy, mummy, kibobo!" we’d cry, Silly chants as time flew by. Skipping ropes with rhythm, flair, “Aba, aba, one, two, go” filled the air. “Who’s in the garden?” sp...

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The Good Old Days: A childhood poem
Oyih Joy

The Good Old Days: A childhood poem

#poetry In memories sweet, I often play, The golden hours of my childhood day. With laughter bright and games galore, These whimsical moments I still adore. "Suwe," a dance on squares we drew, With seeds in hand, a balancing crew. Jumping and laughing, no lines to break, Filling our hearts with joy for the sake. "Mummy, mummy, kibobo," we chanted loud, In silly names, we took such pride, Through claps and leaps, our spirits soared, In the playtime kingdom, we never bored...

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A Cry for Unity
Oyih Joy

A Cry for Unity

Once a beacon of all things pure and bright, Her essence rich with heritage and light, With beauty timeless, her skin smooth and fair, Eyes that daunt and strength beyond compare. She, the force against the passage of years, Resourceful, adorned with gems and cheers, From girlhood's dawn to motherhood's embrace, She built a legacy, a sturdy base. Through trials and triumphs, grace she did impart, She toiled for bounty, a generous heart, For her children, a vision of peace ...

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 SAPA MAN'S PLIGHT.
Oyih Joy

SAPA MAN'S PLIGHT.

#Hello Nircle. GARRI FRIEND AND FOE. In the depths of despair, my thoughts do dwell, On Milton's blindness, his tale I now tell. For what reason did darkness befall his sight? Was it nature's course, a natural plight? But in his heart, anger did reside, Towards his situation, his God he defied. Refusing to serve, incomplete in form, His frustration grew, a tumultuous storm. And now, I find myself in a similar plight, Consuming Garri, my only source of light. The economy's woes, a burden too ...

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THE LOST GARDEN
Oyih Joy

THE LOST GARDEN

#poetry The Lost Garden In the idyllic garden where all was serene, A paradise lush with foliage green. Amidst the bounty of fruits galore, One stood out, mysterious and more. Not the most luscious, nor the sweetest of all, Yet it beckoned with an irresistible call. The fruit of knowledge, of right and wrong, A test for the weak, an allure for the strong. Many fruits adorned the trees with grace, Yet this one beckoned, inviting embrace. In this utopia free from strife, The choice to abstain...

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THE BEAUTY OF LIES

#poetry #Nircle THE BEAUTY OF LIES. In shadows deep, the truth does lay, Bitter whispers in the light of day. Yet lies don a cloak so fine, A guise of allure, a sweet design. With sensuous charm, they beckon near, To entice and draw, dispelling fear. In glitz and glamour, they dance and sway, An elegant trap in which we may stray. Smooth and seductive, they promise a flight, No troubles, no hitches, all sleek, all bright. They call to their prey, unashamed in their call, Their beauty a mask,...

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Naked Truth

HelloNircle #Notes In the realm of truth, a heavy cloak does reside, An adornment with secrets and hidden layers inside. Weighted with a sword, ready for battle's call, To wear it is to face a fight, standing tall. For truth's enemies, they lurk all around, Vigorous and fierce, they seek to confound. Yet in this garment's burden, movement is constrained, But little do you know, it's only a façade ordained. For the truth is but covered, concealed by clothing's sting, Endowed to make it burde...

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