MY SPEAKING PLATFORM.

Well I think this whole concept of feminism is overrated. Yes, I share the same belief that women should be free, not like they are slaves, free from oppression, oppression from what really? Now, you may not know how much women face in a society, in a society where a woman does not have a say in it economic, political and educational affairs. A woman just want her voice to be heard, she wants to have a say, she wants to add value and she wants to know that she has your support, she wants to know that you don't think of her as a weaker body, they want to be free to express themselves without being reminded that they are women and that their place should be in the kitchen or in a man's bedroom as just a sex object, they don't want to be abused. But the just concluded America presidential election just made me to understand how much this whole feminism thing is overestimated. Really, what happened to all the FEMINIST? Why didn't the women go out in mass to vote for Hilla...

Gentle breeze, i loose myself in thee I surrender to your tender touch To your warm embrace, soft lips Every nerves in my body submits to thee. Gentle breeze, the tall green grasses Are in awe, bowing at your breath See how the leaves are dancing at your  Touch, they moan at your caress. Gentle breeze, i beseech you, stay Leave your love on my wanting lips Let your cool breath calm my body I make you ruler of my supreme being Oh! Gentle breeze, kiss away my pain As i close my eyes in total acceptance Of your healing touch,  Of your electric stroke Oh! Gentle breeze, my body i give to you As my heart beats away the rhythm of songs, songs unknown. P.S: just outside my house, under the tree, so i thought it wise to appreciate this free gift of nature. This gentle evening breeze is soothing. Plant a tree today.

Dearest future,  i can't help but to write you this letter, i just want to report my past and my present and all they have done to me, so that you can treat me differently and nicely when you come. My past and my present  have not been entirely great, at some point, i laud their efforts, there were times when in my past i cried every night on my bed, soaking my pillow because of pain, but my present sent me time, and it is healing every wound. There were times i was confused, not even knowing what you hold. Afraid to look into you, and when i did, you were too dark to see through, it only made me more confused. There were times  in my past i didn't realise how much of a gift waking up everyday was, i just lived my life as the day comes. My present has thought me that there is more to sleeping and waking up and more to the sky than just it's blue, black, and white. I am learning well. There were times i didn't know the difference between right and wrong, everythi...

It was unlike her, if there was anything Ruth wore better than a makeup, it was a smile. A smile that never fades, a smile-provoking smile. I mean Ruth can make you smile just by smiling at you. Her smiles were that contagious, it made her attractive. Her smile was like a magnet. It could search, deep, through the saddest of souls and draw out it purest smile. If she was happy, it reflected on her face and touched her eyes. She was a smiley like that. So everyone thought she was okay, as in,"she dey eat belle full " and we thought "ah! I dont need to ask you if you are okay, your smiles tells it all". I remember spreading my lips with my fingers in front of my mirror severally, practicing how to smile like her. She brought her sheen and shine, and injected it into every heart. It was not until the blood-chilling news of her death came, which left everybody numb, did we know that a smile can be a catchy and deceptive Sham. What could have made Ruth thought of suicide...

The door opens and with a bang it closes, she enters, panting and pacing like someone who just escapes an attack from a dangerous beast. " Yes i did it, it wasn't that difficult, it felt good, i will do it all over again if given a chance". She said. She continues to pace back and forth oblivious of my presence. I sat on the bed mute, not knowing what to say, not knowing if welcome or are you okay? Is right to say at the moment. She continues her monologue. " I thought myself a victim and gave him a knife. I thought if he knew past my skin, my words, my face, he won't like me that very much, i wanted him to love me, not for my tears or fears because i am so much more than past tense emotions. So many times i have held my tongue, afraid, afraid to say the little i think, afraid to say he was wrong, to say i am tired, to say the words, and so he had my consent since silence meant that. Hahaha! Daily he thought himself to be a conqueror, a conqueror that i have b...