Posted in 30 days blogging challenge, Awards and Challenges

Day 4- 30 Days Blogging Challenge

Holla Amigos!

How did your day go? I really care to know. Mine was pretty sane. Lol. I was having a conversation with a new friend and she reminded me that we can’t wait for the day to make us happy, we have to decide to be happy even before the day starts. I was fond of letting the day determine my mood, but I’m gradually learning how to be more deliberate about being happy regardless. You should too!

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Posted in night files, Poetry

Night Files: Gone Girl

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She’s a ghost 

Walking through the empty walls 

People she used to know 

Seem like aliens to her  Continue reading “Night Files: Gone Girl”

Posted in Diary of a Transitioning Millennial

DTM: Of Late Night Cocoa

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The beauty about the rainy season is the chilly breeze that lingers long afterwards, especially at night. It rained much earlier in the morning but the weather is still chilled and I’m wrapped up in a duvet. What suits the night better than a late night cup of cocoa?   Continue reading “DTM: Of Late Night Cocoa”

Posted in Featured, night files

Night Files- Mirror Mirror

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Mirror mirror on the wall 
Who is the fairest of them all
None shall before me stand tall 
All proud and self loving will fall
Mirror mirror on the wall
Surely I am the fairest of them all 
Strong, handsome and tall
With me none can brawl
Oh foolish mortal how vain
You are of all most mundane
Ashamed you should certainly be
Of what behind the curtain you see
Peel back I say the veneer 
At you even the dead sneer
Mirror mirror on the wall 
Who then is the fairest of them all
Verily I say none at all
For same Icarus suffered a great fall
Musings of a not so perfect poet
(sage)
 
Posted in Fiction Fridays, night files

Night Files 3

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It was the day before yesterday. I remember clearly because I wore the shirt I disliked. I remember strutting down the hall with my hands in my pocket, feigning confidence which was already lost in that shirt. I saw him; albeit for a split second. But there’s no mistaking it was him. His brief statue darted down the stairs and I was caught in my tracks. I exhaled the air I wasn’t aware I was holding. Something about him sent creep waves my way. Not only mine as I turned to see a woman and her son retreating from his way.   Continue reading “Night Files 3”

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Night Files 2

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‘One day at a time’, Laila said to herself as she turned off the alarm she had snoozed three times already. She felt the weight of the world on her shoulders as she sat up on the disheveled bed. She couldn’t remember sleeping. There had been a lot of crying and drinking to drown her fears and she fell asleep somewhere in the middle. The pain still gnawed at her heart while she silently whispered ‘Help me God’  Continue reading “Night Files 2”

Posted in Poetry

Dark Clouds

The clouds turn dark when it’s about to rain 

The soil closes up the seed when it’s about to grow 

The night gets darker when the day is about to break 

A pregnant woman travails when she’s about to bring forth  

Pain before pleasure 

Labor before reward 

Darkness before light 

So why do you despair 

Oh my soul? 

This darkness you see 

Is for a while 

This pain you feel 

Won’t last forever 

Behold! 

Pregnant clouds give birth to rain 

Pregnant women give birth to babies 

Though you travail 

You will surely bring forth 

Though the storm rages 

You will find still waters 

Oh my soul 

Don’t give up! 

Get up! 

Get going! 

For the light is about to break forth 

This darkness is but for a while  

©Mfon Etuk, 2016