For Bundie


It started small and it grew before my eyes

Grew as big as the sun as it shone blinding bright

But the light didn’t hurt as I looked it eye to eye

It’s soothing as warm milk and up my face crept up a smile

And suddenly my entire world lit up

The darkness all around me melted on the floor

A small still voice spoke, so calm it could calm a storm

I turned around and I couldn’t believe what I saw

A fairy flapping her wings and she told me her name

It was Abundance, and at that moment, my pain went up in flames

She spoke but a few words and it echoed through the cave

She spoke but a few words and they hit me like a wave.

She was the light.

She is the light.




This is for Abundance.




I’m writing this post listening to Adele’s 21 because one, symbolism, two, duh. How does it feel to be twenty-one ? I don’t know, it’s just there.

Somehow when I was writing the ‘Before I Turn Twenty’ post, I thought I’d be writing to a bigger audience when I wrote my 21 post. Sorry to my Linda Ikeji-esque dreams.

Back to the topic.

Happy birthday to me, yay!!!!!!!!

Send me gifts, send me money !


I Am My Valentine (Thanks For Asking)

When I look in the mirror, all I see is perfection
Plus a great smile and a ruggedly handsome face
I’m proud of you, in ways to numerous to mention
How you’ve grown with everything in life you face

Don your cape, you’re Superman to me
You’re strong and you’re higher than the rest
The world’s your stage, you’re Fela Kuti
You rock! You’re a star! You shine with so much zest!

Stick out your chest, walk like you own the place
You shine with so much light, the sun blushes and hides
You’re Messi, ’cause you’re going to get that goal you chase
It’s sooner than you think, so forget all this Shuffering…and smile

When I look in the mirror. words are not enough to describe what I find
This might seem narcissistic but I am my Valentine


Yeah, this is not weird at all. Thanks for reading.


Here is last year’s Valentine post : Monster’s Grief 4 (Beauty and The Beast)

Christmas At Home

I woke up to the aroma of frying meat
Stepped in the kitchen, a pretty sight to see
Took a piece of chicken, my face with a smile so sweet
Then devoured it with the tenacity of fighters in Daenerys’ fighting pits
This is what I like to see, dining tables with shining faces
This is home, this is hope, I’m finally able to embrace it
Lil cousin baking that cake, mixing that pastry
Told her when I’m rich, I’ll take her to a thousand places
This is pure happiness, this is honey in a comb
Text messages, phone calls, you can feel the gushing in the tone
Love, doves singing, the Sun blushing with a glow
It’s a classic happy TV show when I spend Christmas at home


For Eniola, lil cuz whose eyes fill mine with hope whenever I look upon them.

Happy holidays!
Spending Christmas at home this year was amazing and overwhelming! I guess it’s because I missed last year’s. It was so overwhelming that I had to write this piece above.
So thanks for reading.
Merry Christmas.