This is my personal archive of poems and short stories—soft-hearted, sometimes haunted, always honest. If you’re new here, start with a few pieces I love, then follow the trail into the rest of the archive.
I’m also available for paid writing and ghostwriting. If you need words that sound like you, but sharper—love letters, speeches, poetry, storytelling, articles, or website copy—I can help.
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Woke up with the sun on my face, warm and inviting
like it knew my name, and came to call me back to living
I rose to close the drapes, and there you were beside me
and suddenly the room became a prayer I didn’t know I was saying
Is this what love feels like—this bliss?
my heart is quiet for once, and even the silence is smiling
You’re my sunshine; you make me feel happy
and when the world gets heavy, you turn my shoulders into wings
So I let the morning stay a little longer,
because loving you feels like light that doesn’t leave
like the blue moon at night,
you’re my compass
when streetlights die,
you guide my shadows home
like the deep blue sea,
your eyes are haunting and I swim to them,
even as my lungs beg for shore
dark skin princess of enchantment,
you amaze me
your glow turns my fear to worship,
my silence to song
if you are my end,
I still cherish our beginning
Because goodbye can’t erase how you made me feel alive
The first 24 seconds without you,
I was cool. Calm.
Your words still linger in my mind.
The next 24 minutes without you,
I wasn’t cool. I was disturbed.
So I called, just to hear your voice.
The first 24 hours without you,
I might lose my compass, become irrational.
Then I won’t stop thinking about you.
The loner is outside;
But I’ll be here,
waiting—patiently—for you to come back,
waiting for you to drown me in your affection.
As humans, we were meant to be in pairs.
Two eyes to see our partner’s beauty.
Two nostrils to take in their scent
Two take a walk under the moon.
But sometimes, we get matched with wrong pair,
Like a toddler matching the wrong shoes,
And like a toddler we can learn from experience.
We can grow to make better decisions.
“What’s yours will never pass you by”
That’s what were always told.
Don’t cry because it’s over,
But smile because it happened.
Smile because now you’re older, smarter and better!
Smile because no one can direct your affairs,
Laugh because no human can hurt you again!
Ibadan is certainly the land of milk and honey,
I’m still awed by how you went home a princess,
And returned a queen,
Your calm beauty is now of serene proportions,
Your ebony skin searing everlasting memories on my brain,
Printed in my soul, a your smile,
Just ticked a corner of your mouth and here I am;
In dreamland.
I could barely take my eyes off you,
Nor could take my mind off your scent,
Lingering in the air even moments after your departure,
Followed your every step till you’re visible no more,
It’s still early in the morning,
But you’ve certainly made my day!
What jobs have you had?
Hmm. This is a nice prompt. When it comes to jobs, you can call me a Jack of all trades.
I am currently a blogger (albeit I just do this for fun), a Science teacher (this job is putting food on my table), a content creator (I’m a freelance content writer), and a poet (I have self-published two works on Amazon).
Now, talking about the jobs I’ve had in the past. I’ve been involved in all sorts of menial jobs such as masonry, poultry, and livestock farming, and event planner.
My contact details are hanging around somewhere on this page, hit me up for any form of content writer. I am very much available!
When I need you,
And you’re not here.
When I call your cell,
But you’re not there.
When I call your name,
And all I hear is silence;
It’s a different type of pain!
When I fall,
And I’m all alone,
When I fail,
But I can’t count on your support.
When I’m hurt,
But you don’t have my back;
It’s a different type of pain.
I cried in the rain,
I screamed in the shower,
Sadness, anger and frustration permeate my soul,
And you are no where to be found;
It’s a different type of pain.
What is one word that describes you?
The word I feel describes me perfectly is astute. What does astute mean?
Having or showing an ability to notice and understand things clearly: mentally sharp or clever.
If anything, I am an extremely clever human being. This doesn’t mean I’m proud or so full of myself. I am only answering a prompt and saying the truth as I see it.
What was the best compliment you’ve received?
Hmm, interesting prompt!
I will pick a review of one of my short stories as the best compliment I’ve ever received. The story is titled Firefly.
In her words (she identifies as a female), she said “you need to see a psychiatrist, because this is too dark to be fiction”.
What. A. Compliment.
For my writing to generate such an amount of fear and uncertainty in a person is a compliment to me.
Sophocles Writes