Lydia Aremu
A teacher and single mother of two top-of-the-world, awesome kids.
Member Since: 11 months ago
Child slavery, child labour, child rights, child victim!
Abdulahi Oblivious of the condition in, Slave to an unseen entity, A creation of a perverse innocence in, Abdulahi’s reality. I, the helper, ashamed Of my helplessness Onlooker to the ‘shamed’ Abdulahi’s helplessness. Scrapping burnt rice, Washed in soupy, oily water, A shiny skull keeps away the lice, Abdulahi’s matter. In all, the smiles stop not, Whitish melanin under rags, Peanuts earned saved in a knot, Abdulahi’s mother brags. I, the helper, pointless, Pointless to do rig...
My Happy February Birthday!
"When was I born?" My almond eyes flicker in pure joy. "February 26th." "I am almost a 29th." Chuckling, "It wasn't a leap year." "Ooooh, I WISH I was a 29th." "Why?" "I would have been ageing 4 years slower than others." The thundering outburst of laughter I have ever heard. Neverminding The jest didn't kill my high spirit. 'Cause it is Valentine's month. The exhilarating Valentine's frenzies. Love... Romance... Red roses... Flowers... Gift cards... Bright red outfits. Yes, I was the true prin...
To the Unheroic Cancer
Hope... Utmost faith in hope Keeps faith in the ongoing narrative About a demon with no relative 'Heroic' conquest of innocent bodies? Corrosive invasion of young and old bodies? The hurt, the horrors Loved ones disappearing in mirrors. We won't idolize your feat. We hope to kill you on your feet. The true heroes, Are the relentless ones who fight your woes. Till the very end of you, Endless is our battles for the believable end of you. #poetry
A Jailed Liberation!
A long envy, Women's movement, Like a cocooned larvae, First for better involvement. Of course, it started. The feminine hope firstly, voting rights carted, Initial win on the tip of the rope. Politics, the peculiar roughest farm field. Participants armed on caterpillars, Inglorious is the battlefield. Survivalists hold on to pillars. And the few dear percentaged women, Dare to be on the battlefield? An unfavourable frontier for domesticated women, Survivalists, like callanetics, on modelled...
To the Young Ghosts by Insecurities!
Even after... Like a seedling, We cut down your innocence. Our excuses still lie On speculations From the decaying webby system Rotting into our bones. I guess you must watching Our incessant nuisance as a nation. As usual, we only talk. But you have escaped the rot The unfathomable corruption I must say, On behalf of a nation Whose promises end on lips, I shamefully say, We failed you. I must say, We are sorry. #poetry #lydia
Once again, adulthood is a scam.
OCTOBER BEFORE 40 Doom’s month rush, inapt and abrupt, sits, Like unending gold rush for deposits, Overwhelming chaotic mental pic, Aided by unexplainable pique. Alas, my fears of failure sinking. “Oh! When will I achieve.” Mind clinking. In uneasiness, “For a thousandth time, work with wits And be calm my spirits.” Time, the straight-faced judge, A foe to none, holds no grudge, And cannot sieve all lost slots; Hand them back like desired thoughts. Childhood memories are tr...
🔁 Lydia Aremu ReCircled: The Laughter Forecast
Today will be humorous With some giggly patches, Scattered outbreaks of chuckling in the south And smiles spreading from the east later, Widespread chortling Increasing to gale-force guffaws towards evening. The outlook for tomorrow Is hysterical. #SueCowling
May You Always
May your smile be ever present May your skies be always blue May your path be ever upward May your heart be ever true May your dreams be full to bursting May your steps be always sure May the fire in your soul Blaze on for evermore May you live to meet ambition May you strive to pass each test May you find the love your life deserves May you always have the best May your happiness be plentiful May your regrets be few May you always be my best friend May you always ...just be you...
The Laughter Forecast
Today will be humorous With some giggly patches, Scattered outbreaks of chuckling in the south And smiles spreading from the east later, Widespread chortling Increasing to gale-force guffaws towards evening. The outlook for tomorrow Is hysterical. #SueCowling
To See a World
To see a world in a grain sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in a hour. #WilliamBlake #poetry
Rhymes and Rhythm
Misty Morning Grandma On a rocker, swaying rickety sounds; Peeling melon seeds, with frail but surprisingly swift fingers, Sitting on the veranda facing east, thick foggy grassy grounds, Grandma smiles when the morning mist lingers. At 10, the sun shines brighter showing crystal leaves on the shrubbery fields, Pleasant scent of dew on the earth and the grand green grassy guilds, Pale blue sky with white patches of clouds like scattered shields, Grandma smiles brighter when the sun gazes out...
Smiling is infectious
Smiling is infectious, You catch it like the flu. When someone smiled at me today I started smiling too. #JezAlborough
Kick the fear out!
A starting point is the vision and not the work seen. After the work comes piece by piece, brick by brick building of the work. This long painstaking process is the main factor that discourages 99 per cent of people from wanting to start. Don't die with the vision. Kick the fear out! And get up and go!
"African Music Unbound - ‘The Waters of Africa"
Odo Oba River of ancient ancestry Of a King, queens and deities, Betrayal of innocent love – An ill act to once a crystal beauty. Rightful by the legitimate flow There’s the known anguish in lustful love Tacts and coins of polygamy The saline power of women’s cove. Old rooted rivalry and jealousy Of the strongest cresting thievery Domestic love bore channels to An unending tempestuous war. Cheated and depraved outrightly, Splitting to the serene left low tide Left from ...
Can you believe it? #Nigerian roads #unityinNigerianfootball
A Driver’s Ordeal Incapacitating and ugly, A marvelous stress trigger, The roads - paradise? The roads - hell, Rough was an understatement. I hoped the mechanic fixed it. My fear of a reoccurrence The trip’s events. Car fainted In the middle of nowhere Next town 22km away. Being a Nigerian driver was tough. I recounted. But my mind that day, was on the football match. If I could make it before 4pm. Just if … Better a viewing centre, chauvinistic centre, liquor, male smell centre. But...
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