Tomorrow January ends. I have not done so much blogging this month. I always wanted to do it differently this year. I couldn't bring myself to commit to everyday blogging. I couldn't even say I will blog every thrice each week. I once spoke about my battles with depression which swamps me at odd times… Continue reading A Vicious Cycle
Though there are several forms of poetry, Haiku is one form which I like the most. It is for a reason that very easily the efforts put in to write a haiku might go plain and senseless. Like, they m… Source: 100 Haiku - Ebook As a writer, I've come to understand that books are… Continue reading 100 Haiku – Ebook
This is a big party. Blog hopping, food, music, poetry and meeting awesome bloggers, what could be more cool than that, eh?
Join us for the party. Reblog this post, the more the merrier.
To all my new friends (follows) and interactors, thank you for joining me in this space. You are most welcome.
As much as this blog is mine to share my thoughts and what not, I primarily see this place as a community of like-minded friends supporting each other.
This is a friendly zone and once a month we have a shindig to brighten things up a bit.
We meet, greet, mingle, grow our network and shake a leg.
This would be the first meet and greet for this year and you are all invited.
The oldies in the house already know the drill; music, zero calorie online food and drink, chit-chat et cetera.
PARTY TIME– Saturday 28th January – Till Sunday 29th January
VENUE – THIS BLOG
DRESS CODE – JUST BRING YOUR BLOG AND LOTS OF CHIT-CHAT 🙂
Looking forward to seeing you.
*Takes in a deep breathe and exhale* Inkbiotic stories have been so real and heart gripping. Now that she has this one out, I feel you should check this out. It’s worth it, a million times over.
Congrats Petra Jacob!
I wrote this!
So I just got an email telling me that my book is now on Amazon, which is all kinds of ridiculous and exciting.
Here’s the page Amazon link
And here’s an extract, in case you’re in the mood to be persuaded (or dissuaded, whatever takes your fancy).
I try to exist only as an unreal being striding with large steps across the ocean. In the small, grey, scurrying world I live a little less each day, shrink my shadow so the pedestrians can’t step on it, breathe a little less of the stagnant air. I have a method, it has taken many years to perfect.
“Don’t become another dull fart,” my grandmother used to hiss, “the world has too many dull farts, just look at your parents! They’re like talking wallpaper. You have to be different, you have to stay shiny, not get weighed down and dusty…
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Life is fleeting Like the rose in the morn Withers in the night We have naught to show for our toils. --- Life is purple A shade of doom and bliss We get on a quest that never ends Treading on to El-dorado --- Life is a hawk It swops down to steal us Catching… Continue reading Life… Poetry
I was born in Lagos and it has been my home for as long as forever. Lagos held no much interest for me until I left Lagos to othe part of Nigeria. I have been to Ondo, Anambra, Oyo, Ogun state. These places had a different lifestyle. Lagos is composed of about one tenth of… Continue reading Living In The Metropolis of Lagos
I am soft outside I am hard inside I love hard I leave fast I burn I soothe I am to the extreme The extreme of both sides Don't ask me to change Asking won't change me Don't be deceived by the looks I am fifty shades of myself. © Deborah Glover, 2016 You have… Continue reading Fifty Shades of Me…Poetry
I have the gift A gift of you I looked at the picture of you Unsmiling Yet you manage to convince me That you are real That you love me I see what others can't They say I'm crazy Perhaps they are correct You are a gift In suit and tie The gift that is… Continue reading Gift…poetry
I was homeless too. It took its toll on my mental health. I still get depressed and try to shake it off. You really need to read Gina’s account. May be someday I’ll be courageous enough to share my own story.
We’ve all been exposed the seemingly growing population of homeless people, wherever we go. From small towns to big cities, they seem to be everywhere now. As we rush off to our jobs or appointments, we see them sleeping on bus benches, wandering around aimlessly on the streets, and panhandling in front of what seems to be every establishment we enter. We’re amazed (and sometimes amused) by how dirty and disheveled a human being can allow themselves to get. We might even be humored by watching someone carry on a lively conversation with themselves, although we are not completely oblivious to the fact that they suffer from a serious mental illness. It’s also not difficult to reason that some of them have an obvious substance abuse problem. They come in all different ages and colors; some are teenagers with purple hair and tattoos, some are old men with decades of…
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My heart aches I must be missing you It's overwhelming It's overpowering I am trying hard Trying to bury it under water --- My heart aches I must be losing it Screws and bolts to my mind It's disaster One I am trying hard Trying to submerge in water --- A wistful feeling A wishful… Continue reading Missing you… Poetry