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Shine On

I watched the sunrise today.

It was dressed in red.

It rose gently, majestically,

Piercing through greyish-blue skies.

It rose over the waters—

the deep green water with patches of plants and fishermen lazily paddling across.

I watched the sunrise today,

And it reminded me,

That it was okay to be me.

The sun didn’t have to fit in with the sky.

It didn’t have to reflect the waters down below.

It was just the sun—beautiful, bold and bright.

Don’t be afraid to shine today.

-m.e.2020

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Poetry Collection

Hey guys! So I started February with a writing prompt challenge. Unfortunately I didn’t go through each day as I would have. So thank God for March! Let’s do a prompt marathon! You ready?

Prompt 13- Nothing But Air

As you walked out of the door,

You took with you all of your belongings,

Leaving me with nothing but air…

But sometimes,

Air is all you need to start again.

-m.e. 2020.

Prompt 14- What my body knows

The knife strokes that design my skin,

The injection holes that match my pores,

The blood from the cuts I punish my skin with—

My body knows that some days I love it. On full moons perhaps,

And on other days, it reminds me,

Of all my mistakes,

And no wound is enough to erase it.

-m.e. 2020

Prompt 15- When I close the door

Guard your heart with all diligence…

And so I did.

Closed the door,

Tossed away the key.

For out of it are the issues of life and death…

The battle continues between life and death

I don’t know which is winning.

When I close the door,

I hear voices,

One says choose life and live,

But the other louder one screams death with the voice of my inner demon—Fear.

-m.e. 2020

Prompt 16- Inner Craving

I crave conversations —deep meaningful conversations about life, death, upbringing, fears…

I crave breakfast dates in vintage spaces, while talking about a book, movie or the lyrics of a song that meant something.

I crave a travel buddy, an extra pair of eyes to see the world with me. To see the bewilderment across his face as we come face to face with pure artistry of the Master.

I crave connection; a mix of chemistry and psychology with an ounce of honesty mixed with vulnerability. I crave for something real, tangible, and never to be forgotten. Not even in eternity.

-m.e. 2020

Prompt 17- One Year

I thought this was the year where I lasted one year. But I guess better luck next time is more appropriate.

-m.e. 2020

Prompt 18- Belong to me

You belong to me,

And I to you,

Like two seeds in a pod,

Together we’ll never grow apart.

-m.e. 2020

Prompt 19: The Big Day

The day the groom returns for the bride,

The day the trumpets serenade us,

The day when gravity has no hold on us,

The day when the dead are living,

The day when we’ll finally see face to face,

And this mystery will be no more…

I long for that big day,

Like a bride in her wedding dress longing to see her groom.

-m.e. 2020

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Christmas Traditions

Merry Christmas from Mr Claus and I (Ms. Claus), thanks for counting down with us! 🎅🏾🤶🏽

I remember harmattan in the North like a distant memory.

The wind was always cold and crisp.

It could turn bread to stone in a matter of minutes.

The environment was always serene as school kids were on holiday and families had to stay together and relish the joy of the holidays.

Christmas preparations always involved making of ‘chin-chin’ (little fried balls of dough)

It was something that brought my siblings and I together as we’d share the rolling pin (or wine bottle in most cases).

I enjoyed the eating part a little more than the kneading, dough (pun; though)

When you’ve been counting down to Christmas for as long as you can remember 😂❤️

Christmas hair! That was something I looked forward to

Shiny forehead from the generous use of ‘Soul-Mate’ hair cream,

Well plaited Ghana weaving,

Beautifully decorated with hair ruffles,

And I was set for Christmas!

Decorating the house has always been fun for me,

With little or with much, Christmas at home was always perfect,

Mom’s fried chicken, salad and lots of food to feed the neighborhood..

I was taught early that Christmas is about sharing God’s love and joy with others.

I miss the family road trips,

The movement from the drying shrubs in the Northern parts of Nigeria to the denser forest lands of the South,

The pit stops to eat and refuel.

The sleeping, the snacking, the music and sing-alongs,

And finally, meeting of cousins you hadn’t seen in a year.

Christmas shouldn’t be spent alone,

Just like the good news of Jesus’ coming shouldn’t be kept a secret.

I hope you are surrounded by friends and family who make you feel warm on the cold mornings,

And remind you of the beautiful Savior’s love for us.

Merry Christmas!!!

Lots of love,

M.

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The Night the Clouds Shed Tears

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The stars all ran to hide,

The moon took cover,

Darkness enveloped the once bright sky,

Silent whispers of a love forbidden,

One no one could speak about.

The clouds exploded in pain,

Akin to labour pains,

For lo, it had held on too long,

What was once good had turned into poison,

Vapors turned to droplets,

Then came the torrents! Continue reading “The Night the Clouds Shed Tears”

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Day 23 of 30 Days Blogging Challenge

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Day 23: Something you always think ‘what if’ about.

I always wonder,
What if I could pick up my bag,
And travel to a new place,
A place I know little about,
To experience life differently,
With no schedules or routines. Continue reading “Day 23 of 30 Days Blogging Challenge”