Ike Miriam
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"Pregnancy", the New Scare
A New Definition of Dreams: Unplanned yet Real In the heart of a land with wealth untold, Lies a crisis, quiet but bold. Once a joy, now laced with despair, Pregnancy whispers, “Can you prepare?” Gone are the days when hope would sing, Of large households and the love they bring. Now economics sharpens its knife, Cutting deep into the fabric of life. Families falter, burdened by strain, Counting the cost in a world of pain. Food, schooling, and a roof overhead, Each choice a tear where drea...
Narcissist Lament
The Narcissist's Lament Behind the mask, a fragile heart does reside, A soul tormented, by a wounded pride. A hunger for praise, a thirst for control, A mind forever lost, a spirit frail and whole. They crave attention, a constant supply, A need to be seen, a reason to fly. Yet, fear and insecurity, deep within they reside, A battle unending, a tempestuous tide. They envy and rage, a tempestuous sea, A longing for love, yet unable to be free. A victim they play, a martyr they claim, A hollow exi...
The Nigerian's true love
From the land of the rising sun, where harmattan dust dey dance, Where Egungu still dey tell stories, and love wear many faces, We dey find that special person, the one wet our heart go choose, With character wey no dey shake, like iroko tree roots. Like River Niger wey dey flow, steady and strong, Our hearts dey find person wey dey real, no be bad thing, No be person wey dey carry fifty fifty shoulder pad, wey full of shakara, But person wey get clean heart, wey good for inside. For the hot, ...
EMBRACE THE UPS AND DOWNS (The sweet and sad tales of life)
I weep in the rain, and I dance in the sun, Life, they say, is a journey to success, But does that success ever truly arrive? And is the path ever really easy? Tears slip from my eyes like diamonds, precious and raw, Priceless because they flow from the deepest parts of me. I fear their weight, their value, and so I hide them in the rain. Some days, I feel the warmth of achievement wash over me, The brightness is too strong to contain, So I beam like the sun, radiating joy, A...
Why Do I Do What I Do?
Why Do I Do What I Do? Many times, I feel alive Ready to leap, to chase my dreams, I rise, I glow, But then I stop. I ask myself, why do I do what I do? I love to dance, to let loose, To sing like the world is listening, To play like a child with no care. But once again, I stop, And the question haunts me, Why do I do what I do? I crave love; wild, untamed love. To be free, to be me, To savour life, to embrace the earth. Yet every time I take a step, I freeze, And I...
My African Childhood Memory
African Childhood Memory: My Dream Life In the quiet hills of the plateaus, She grins with laughter, a girl full of dreams. In the hearts of those around her, she plants seeds of hope, Breeding thoughts of greatness from deep within. With each day, her passion grows, A fountain of good life overflowing from her soul. Step by step, day by day, she dances through childhood Playing "mum" with her siblings and friends, Cooking meals with sand, stone, and leaves, While her playmate...
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