Abby Saila
Hi! My name is Saila Abby, a published author on Spillwords and other creative platforms, 3rd Place - Nircle Contest Challenge, October 2024. I'm an Innovator with a fervent desire to produce unique works challenging the norms. I am a focused and dedicated lady with a vision to help other people with the skills and knowledge gained from concluded projects. I leverage visual content through platforms like Instagram and Pinterest, while using Twitter and Facebook for real-time updates and community engagement while building on my niche in the writing industry, providing a springboard for new and upcoming writers and solving problems with my words.
Member Since: 7 months ago
Reminiscence of Childhood Friends and Playtime in Africa
Memories rose like tendrils of smoke Wisps of breath fluttered in my soul Stirring in my mind’s eye The vibrancy of yesteryears The aura of innocence A healthy bloom on rosy cheeks Benign laced smiling mouths and friendly scuffles Peals of laughter grappled with Carefree days, responsibility miles away Playfulness the order of the day From dawn till dusk, tender hearts spun mischief Ever mindful of whip’s lash A day stamped on my inner walls A celebration of birth, unveiling o...
African Proverbs
A Person Is a Person Because of Other People There’s many ways to say it: “Motho ke motho ka batho” in seSotho, or “Umuntu ngumuntu ngabantu” in isiZulu — this phrase roughly translate to “A person is a person because of other people”, or "I am, because you are." This proverb is the bedrock of South Africa’s society, which is rooted in community.📍South Africa, South Africa Courtesy: Global Citizen Photocredit: RefinedNG #AfricanProverbs #HelloNircle #MyNircleFeeds #Nircle...
An Experience Memoir - A Visit to the King (Original African Story)
It was a hot day. I had several bottles of water in preparation for the arduous task. I entered the Castle's gate a novice on the depravity of the human mind. I left armed with knowledge, topmost of which is African as a continent can't be defeated or destroyed. I cherished every information I gleaned from the staffs of the Osu Castle. It was a trip to see one of the best places where African culture is preserved Here are some of the pictures 1st Picture: Jerry Rawlings' Office 2nd Picture: M...
Progress!
https://nircle.com/user/badge/9dfbd728uzduKlcOc4y3UX3hsA 3rd Place - July/August 2024 Poetry Contest titled "Untangle Africa's Chains" #Poetry #Storyteller #NircleFamily #Nircle #Creative #NircleStories #MyNircleFeeds #Poet #NircleFeeds #ContestWinner
Thanks Nircle
A thousand thanks to Nircle for bringing me into a family of creatives - impactful and amazing to say the least. My experience so far has been phenomenal. #UntangleAfrica #PlayMyPart #Poetry #AfricaUnchained #Poetrystory #Inspiration #3rdposition #Experience #dobetter #domore
Clarion's Call
The bomb flew past live ears, the word had gone out, Like missiles from a troubled shooter, the way branched out, As feet pitter patter in terror, the opponent sped forward, It’s a do or die affair, this war on supremacy, The mother wails for her child, wagging her head in despair, Sorrow swipes its claws on faces, as sisters scramble, Fathers enlisted, the home is vulnerable, Shutter shatters as teeth rattles, Broken hedges, safety gone, Chaos ran unchecked as the sky bled red, T...
A Victory Parade
It was the twenty fourth year, the eleventh month The sixth day when the cheers of conquerors, Shook the very foundations of the earth, Almost yanking off the tapestry of the firmament. As in the Palace Sushan of old, When the Jews gained the advantage Unexpected, for a day had been signed for total annihilation There's always a but in things like this But in this case I'd like to say it's deserving For indeed prevail they did! The Luminous Ecclessia were basking in the victory Reminiscent of...
🔁 Abby Saila ReCircled: Landmark
Pass the torch, While the flames burn still, The way forward illume, Do we forge the path of our forebears. Breed a new gen with a mind of its own It's no secret that a people without vision Trudge like a restless addict, Falling into a ditch. Speak to me man's thoughts, And why his ways are filled with pebbles, Show me the blueprint of a pallid people Who left behind the details of the elders. In the long run it's a principle, a right Life that's stressed beyond limit, When sneers...
🔁 Abby Saila ReCircled: Landmark
Pass the torch, While the flames burn still, The way forward illume, Do we forge the path of our forebears. Breed a new gen with a mind of its own It's no secret that a people without vision Trudge like a restless addict, Falling into a ditch. Speak to me man's thoughts, And why his ways are filled with pebbles, Show me the blueprint of a pallid people Who left behind the details of the elders. In the long run it's a principle, a right Life that's stressed beyond limit, When sneers...
🔁 Abby Saila ReCircled: Landmark
Pass the torch, While the flames burn still, The way forward illume, Do we forge the path of our forebears. Breed a new gen with a mind of its own It's no secret that a people without vision Trudge like a restless addict, Falling into a ditch. Speak to me man's thoughts, And why his ways are filled with pebbles, Show me the blueprint of a pallid people Who left behind the details of the elders. In the long run it's a principle, a right Life that's stressed beyond limit, When sneers...
🔁 Abby Saila ReCircled: Rack
Murmurs reined the air the minute we stood Blind to the crows like birds at a rite The die has been thrown No one cast a unique opinion The tunes were up, let the dance begin Doors, shut so the girls peeked, between The walls, indeed have ears In a rush, they left, clueless The trails of errors left behind How do we progress asked they A gathering of soulessness at its peak Dig, dig while you can For we have been sold a lie Daddies bought on vapid value Installed by the inner caicos Babies we...
Rack
Murmurs reined the air the minute we stood Blind to the crows like birds at a rite The die has been thrown No one cast a unique opinion The tunes were up, let the dance begin Doors, shut so the girls peeked, between The walls, indeed have ears In a rush, they left, clueless The trails of errors left behind How do we progress asked they A gathering of soulessness at its peak Dig, dig while you can For we have been sold a lie Daddies bought on vapid value Installed by the inner caicos Babies we...
Landmark
Pass the torch, While the flames burn still, The way forward illume, Do we forge the path of our forebears. Breed a new gen with a mind of its own It's no secret that a people without vision Trudge like a restless addict, Falling into a ditch. Speak to me man's thoughts, And why his ways are filled with pebbles, Show me the blueprint of a pallid people Who left behind the details of the elders. In the long run it's a principle, a right Life that's stressed beyond limit, When sneers...
A New Breed
Riiip, speaks the note, While the old crowd looked on, Wondering at the sight, Is this all there is? Dethroned, rang loud as cymbals. He was a prince, revere beauty he was He craved power beyond reason Daring to oppose the Most High In derision, he was sent away To throng among the seeds of man Beget heirs of them Became a thorn in their flesh Swapped ruler's garb for serfs' Then men stumbled in the dark But the Creator wasn't pleased, seeing deception So He sent His waves Crashing in a destr...
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A Blissful Day
A season of joy, Shared with more than a handful, Cocooned in depths of solace, As hearts surged in adoration, Of a benevolent Creator, No sooner than expected, Faces stained with waters of gratitude, With hands clasps in fervent devotion So the day ended with smiles plastered on, The lips of love-singers Happy Sunday! How did you spend the day? ©sailabby #Poetry #Storyteller #NircleFamily #Nircle #Creative #NircleStories #MyNircleFeeds #Poet #NircleFeeds
Drained
The heart bleed tears from faces Entwined with pessimism Kin to defeatism Of what cause should we dine? While our hopes and dreams Lay in tatters of ruin Bellies as barren as the land With echoes of yesteryears Made one with the blood of Abel Still wailing for restitution High hopes for a better end For the body was dust Yet the soul lives on, infinite Weeping lips gone slack Strength drained Borne on the wings of neglect The rich also cry When the going gets tough His offspring a ...
Moral Bankruptcy
Slaves to the dance of negligence Heed the shrieks of the wind You were shaken like a reed With lips gone slack at the seams You spat on decency Complacency became your hallmark Wave the bias flag Dig a hole in patriotism The hands that signs conducts sneers Hiding behind law and order Smirking at the sheep Screaming for moral theology Unaware that the way had been paved By palm greased with money in-between Oh! Who will do justice for the poor? The braves ones are gone Smothered in silence ...
Naima
Brand your name on my heart, Tell me true words of love, Cloth in raiment of glory, Exceed my life's worth, And let me see you in a better light, But leave a piece of me in you, As you ferry through life's journey. © sailabby Photocredit: @kinx_gearsai on IG #Poetry #Storyteller #NircleFamily #Nircle #Creative #NircleStories #Beunique #Naima #MyNircleFeeds #NircleFeeds #HelloNircle
This Turn
The year began on a joyful note, Fete from last year's feast, Hung heavy in the air, Like jowl of a retired belly, Among the revelers, expectancy, Wishes flew on flippant wings, She came with the rains, Stole his heart from the start, A history of the past, Coddle, no stranger to fuss, More nagging than haggling, He put a penny of her yearning. A slip, a blunder, and the maids, Were sure to get it, Spared no qualms about, Doling out smack and thwack, Dared any to tell a tale, Spoile...
The Wisdom Of Eagles: Mindfulness Lessons For Leadership And Life
1. Sit, be patient and be open to exploring new heights When you find an eagle in flight, you quickly notice that eagles are masters of energy conservation. By completely spreading its wings and by paying careful attention to balance, it uses only a minimal expenditure of energy to remain aloft, moving at great speeds, buoyed by the natural currents of air, and trusting that the wind will carry it precisely where it needs to be. 2. Stretch out fully, find your balance and let it unfold Finally,...
Imade
The wedding of the century it was themed, Leaving details embroidered in lively hearts, Until he broke her jaw, with bandaged fragments, And scars written on her body and soul. © sailabby Photocredit: StockCake #Poetry #Storyteller #NircleFamily #Creative #NircleFeeds #HelloNircle #Nirclestories #Poet #Imade
Hero of Time
If I were younger, I’d wish you kept Locked in a castle made by tender care Gliding with me in a never-ending parade Wrapped up in your arms as I did before Playing Osiwe never gets old with you How soon you left before I could say a word My rock you were, stalwart as can be A day, I woke up you weren’t there Who will sing my cheers now? Calling in praise as I hit milestones Time lost its reins on frame Did you walk the path alone? My eyes were open for shutting them Hurtle in the ...
How I’ve Built The Life Of My Dreams Using Vision Boards & Affirmations
3 Ways To Make Your Vision Boards Visualization: My journey with vision boards has been an evolution. When I started, I wasn’t doing anything physical, I have a vivid imagination so I was envisioning myself accomplishing my goals in my mind without even realizing that I was manifesting my future. Vision Board/Book: Rather than making a board, I started collecting things from magazines, or printing pictures from Pinterest and putting them in a sketchbook. Eventually, I started making differen...
The Journal
I wrote about you once, how you patter, Woven in sheer contrast to reality, A free moral agent, with no concept, You saw it in rare shade, asking now and then, It tore to pieces, never seen the light, While you lay your head, thinking its loss. @sailaabby718822 Photocredit: @kinx_gearsai on IG #poetry #storyteller #beunique #nircle #creative #nirclestories #MyIdentity #TheJournal #storywriter #nirclefeeds
Mindless
I'm here, again, going through this list, Again wishing it were more, Wake the sleeper, It's time for ambush, Set your gaze, count your count, It's a battle of defense, I picked at your heart, Hoped to see you live, Stabbing at little point, Colour me my name, In a burst of thunder, Let the shadow out, Throw in the perserve, Never lose sight of prime's priceless, Till its day's dawn and the mothers cry. ©sailabby Photocredit: IG Photos #poetry #storyteller #nircle #creative #nirc...
F. I. E. R. Y - The Dance of Victors
It raged on, no lapse at all Those who saw gape at such intensity For they'd thought it too tame Before it showed a new face A new game, so no one could deny Defy the system for a while, The lash sings on your backs As terror weighs in varying degrees Laughing like a lunatic gone berserk Oh dear children, a little while ago None marked the land Merely danced the tones Blurred edged no doubt Speaking through lips gone slack Alas, alas, I know not what But amidst the sort and drift, I found co...
Settled
There she sat, pondering, turning the pages, The bills had turned up the mail, Falling apart at the seams, no response, Promise failed, pleas unheed, She gazed at the hands of time, Chasing each other along the face, But amidst all, she's at peace, Untouched by chaos, unbroken, Reaffirming His love, clinging to faith's voice, Her heart made right, standing strong, A fortress, a pillar, Then sang Him an hymn with the knowledge, That all was done, at her Father's will. © sailabby Photocredit: ai...
My Identity
Identify with me for a while, Know my name, don't cast me out, I wrote my history before time began, Say one thing, say me nay, Claps on the wrist, While I defend my identity, Spirit sang out, no chorus gathered, I blazed while I had my chance, And they ignored as mind shackled to the mental bars. © sailabby Photocredit: Pixabay #poetry #storyteller #beunique #nirclestories #MyIdentity #nircle #storywriter #poem
Pile - Life's Worth
It's a golden rule when we shelf all, The slips, the faults, habits, No one asked, no one saw, While time flew by on falcon's wings, When all is said and done, nothing counts, No social standing, works clamours, The wind cried when men broke, And slept unfulfilled with, Broken dreams, unmet goals, Garment sailed in flaps, As hopes lay open in dried valleys. © sailabby Photocredit: Pixabay #poetry #storyteller #beunique #nircle #creative #nirclestories #storywriter #spinatale #fiction
The Call
The call came when we were getting dressed for Church on February the 5th. My brother returned from service in the Navy the previous week. It's been a long time since we were together as a family. I cherished every moment because I learnt very early that people and situations were subject to change. Growing up in a war zone would teach you to appreciate peaceful moments in your life. You could be happy one minute and the next you are running for your life. Our safety was non-existent regardless ...
Bread Crumbs
Mr Sanjay moved to Lagos last year with his family - his wife and jovial children. He was a Mud Engineer for a prestigious company while she was a preschool proprietor at Waddel's Place for Special Children. Mr Sanjay can be described as a quiet character with a propensity for seeking solitude, his wife on this other hand was a force of nature. She was assertive and "free with words". I remember an incident that occurred on Christmas eve. I had just come in to pick up my mom's dishes when I hear...
His Pride And Joy
Drop, she came back, Another night, another pay, No longer under authority, Being held accountable blew over her head, Let her alone in peace, Stung, snobbery washed all over, Smashing her decency to pieces, Critics, mocking behind curved hands. A baby with a baby in girl form she was, Known to slander, comrade of the fallen, Out of reach from them holier than thou, The stainless steel of the clueless, Thou art no longer righteous bunch, Be gone; lest our young ones is c...
A Visit to the King
Genre: Memoir Format: Experience memoir The sun was peeking out of its hiding place when we arrived at Osu Castle, although it is known as a Museum in Accra Ghana, we were introduced to a distinguished member of the incoming John Atta Mills administration. The member, a man of skillful intelligence and a deep well of knowledge gave us facts of this grandiose setting. We were prepared to be dazzled by its art and culture, and also to be equipped with vital information when we leave. The Osu ...
Slime
The last meal had been cleared out, The flute playing, the dancers jiggling, Aunt Rosie's baby snored adorably, After gobbling up her share of the evening's delicacy, Snickers gushed out from the idlers at the corner, As they bore tales of the unfortunate, The atmosphere wore a tinge of festivity, No one saw thirteen years ago Anan pick up the firearm, The moon speared the way like a giant arrowhead, Leading to Oga's living space, The blast slashed the air, staining faces with uncertainty, He wa...
Afterthought
Carve me a face and I'll draw up a story. In the times of times, When age was just a myth, And the time of man an afterthought, Bud a tender branch, Whose way was perfect, A strange sight indeed. In whispers of hushed tones they spoke, So as not to upset the balance. The branch, whose back bore numerous blows, Grew, with shelter for all and sundry. A law to himself he was, Till the hewers came to inquire for a price, Roped in despair, haggling hope, Was told the fare was puffed up. ...
Thunderstorms
Sighs, droplets of aches, Calmness an illusion, Escaped on the wings of the wind, Humor me says the thunder, As he roars in coiling springs, For at that point between, Peace and turbulence, Silence reign supreme © sailabby Photocredit: IG Photos #poetry #storyteller #nircle #creative #nirclestories #beunique
Glacier
I'm sin, I'm dust, I'm man, I heard the crack of dawn, Leaving blank a space, a hole, Empathy is my antonym, Cooped in a world of rime, Was colder than cold, My dwelling no merry dressing, I scoffed at Praise, mocked Salvation, Just a stab, stab through, The splash, the thrash, Hatched a new me, Churlish, stony, Broken, thrust beyond reach, I see me, a new light, No doubt, no count, Tempting the Creator , Prayers left unsaid, unuttered, No burden to share. The shards cradled like a ...
