SOMETIMES, I AM SORRY IS ALL IT TAKES! - WRITTEN BY EMMANUEL IKOROMASOMA WIFE: I love, care and cherish my man, But not the man he has become. Used to love me before our marriage began Now I feel so unwelcome, how come?

Every day, every hour, every minute and every second these men in uniform die in our bushes, our creeks, air and even our roads. They die defending our peace even if it means they, dying in pieces. I am not a soldier, but I feel the pain and agony

Before father's became men, they were boys. The process of been a man is very crucial. This is were passions are formed. Goals are redirected. Love or hatred is nurtured, Values are been set. Careers, ambitions and other live choices are developed

To the fathers that still rise early and lay back late, The ones that will do everything possible to put a smile on our face. Father’s day depicts greatness

SHARE THIS POST:Why Rape like the hurricane I felt your hands on my feeble self you truss yourself on me and stole my Virginity you take away my prime by devouring me like a greedy vulture on chick why feed on my insecurity as a feminine wasn’t I your sister, friend and mother why do ...

SHARE THIS POST:  MOTHER BY MAYOKUN ADELEYE   Mother stands in gap for me; Her knees planted on the solid Rock, Arms raised and stretched between thunderous claps, Snapping her fingers to match the rhythm of wordless groans, Her energy flows through syllables that command light into my world. Her voice pierces through the void ...

SHARE THIS POST:ACROSTIC: AMID THIS PANDEMIC COVID-19 STAY SAFE WRITTEN BY EMMANUEL IKOROMASOMA   ABOMINABLE Alas! Shadows now the people on our streets Making merry an ordeal situation, I’ve danced death but not this beat, Doctors alone can’t save this lamentation.   The crowns and rags are not spared, Holistically it treats all equal, In ...

SHARE THIS POST:A TOUCH OF HOPE WRITTEN BY EMMANUEL IKOROMASOMA Our churches and mosque empty, Streets suddenly gone dark. No public gathering, not a party, Only sorrowful songs from a lark. Mankind is at its darkest hour, But is man kind to man? Doctors can only do within power, But to save us, only God ...

SHARE THIS POST:  BEAUTIFUL TALES FOR MY DAUGHTER AND SON BY MAYOKUN ADELEYE     I will tell my daughter and my son too about men and women who stamped the earth with their lights I will tell my daughter and my son too about the mothers who did not allow their voices to be ...

SHARE THIS POST:  SANDRA’S DELIMMA – WRITTEN BY PRINCESS  CHISOM The breeze blew softly And her hair swayed to the rhythm of the breeze At the shore of the beach, she heaved a sigh of worry. A sigh produced by uncertainty. Uncertainty as a result of the thoughts in her mind. The beauty of the ...