Sometime last year, I went on a tour of some natural attractions in Southwestern Nigeria. These were states I hadn’t been to before and I didn’t know anyone there. Yet, I was drawn to the sounds of waterfalls and of heights yet unseen. So I did the most insane thing to do— pick up a backpack with little cash and take the trip!Continue reading “Why I Love Solo-Cations”
Prompt 5: What I Tell Them
I tell them ‘I’m fine’,
So they don’t see the trail of mascara carried away by strong currents of tears.Continue reading “7 Prompts you don’t wanna miss!”
My First Home
And when we build our homes, may we make it a fortress against the hardships of life. May we drop all our troubles from the day at the doormat. And may we be welcomed with all the love and joy that makes us wanna live another day. -Mfon Etuk, 2020
Looking for you
The night fell upon me,
It seized every glimmer of light in me,
My joy ceased,
I became a shadow,
Fitting perfectly in the dark.
The night fell upon me,
My words broke down into whispers,
Fear shrouded my little heart,
I prayed for death to seal the deal,
Hope fleeted in the cold wind.
In the darkest of night,
You held my silver tears in your nail pierced hands,
You drew me close even when every one was distant,
You heard my whispers in the dark,
And you answered them.
-Mfon Etuk, 2020
Happy new month!!!
It’s only January borns that didn’t notice how ‘everlasting’ the month was. I’m pretty sure I lived an entire year in one month. But I’m finally glad it’s over and we can open a new chapter.
Thanks to KerryTosan, I got to see this February prompt post that would help me write more consistently. The topics here are pretty interesting as well. So I hope you’ll join me on this journey all through February!
Prompt 1: Things Unsaid
In the same vein, I can’t explain my interaction with negative words. They’re the kryptonite to every wordsmith. Piercing the heart of creativity until it dries up. To them, it’s just another careless word. But to those with sense 6, it’s a trigger. It snaps. They snap. And they’re gone without a sound.
January was a ticking bomb for me. Can’t tell if it was the month or if I was the bomb. I was drained emotionally and mentally, everything lost it’s meaning—including life. Lots of things remain unsaid as people still grapple with understanding mental health issues. Lots of things remain unsaid as we try to find ourselves. As we struggle to connect with our core and find the meaning of our existence.
Prompt 2: Missing in Action
Suicidal thoughts do not mean you’re weak or averse to pain and hardships in life. It just means you’re trying to find a way to tell the world what’s been going on in your head, by cracking it open. Blood always speaks louder.
To live is one of the rarest things in life, because most people just exist. They barely get by. Hanging on to toxic environments or relationships, taking in all the crap they can take just to make ends meet. While living becomes a burden, and not many survive the travails. So even while we’re here, most of us are still lost in space. All just missing in action.
Thanks for reading!
Lots of love,
Lost, and angry,
Dead, Long gone,
Fears, all gone,
I Laugh, but low-key,
Sadness envelopes me.
I Heard one,
Dare another one,
Fair and alone,
Subconscious dead. Long gone.
“You didn’t just mess up, you are messed up!”
That was the line I heard from a stage play some months back titled ‘NightFood’ as written by Kelvinmary. It was the story of a disabled man and his wife who were torn at the loss of their child. The story went on to show that both of them had committed adultery the same night the child had a convulsion and died. The man was in the next room with his side chic, while the wife was away on a journey with another man. Continue reading “Messed Up!”