MY SPEAKING PLATFORM.

You wake up on a beautiful morning, gay, with an electric flow of joy, like every bad memories you have ever had has been snatched away by the darkest hour of the night, like your life's clock has started a recount of your every minutes, like a fresh page has just been reopened for you to start writing your history, rewriting your destiny and making your every minutes count. Your joy is powerful and overwhelming, you toss and turn because you don't know the position to turn your body, so excitement can also be unsettling? you are surprised. You start to set your day's goal in your head, you will get up, brush your teeth, eat and go and meet Alhaji Bello for the contract, is it the contract? It is not your first contract, but yes it is your biggest contract. You try to reach out for your phone but you cannot, fine, the time should be 3'oclock, that is the time you wake up everyday to prepare for the day's challenges, you are not surprised at your guess, you know it...

I am sure i locked all the windows and doors, where then is this creepy sound coming from? I listened, the sounds continued, I couldn't decipher anything, it was like a combination of sounds at a point and one animal sound at another point. I couldn't name the sounds, it was like the sounds rats made when they are scavenging for food, later it became like dogs sounds, you know the type of sounds dogs make when they are really scared of someone or something, i kind of relaxed because my dogs can make those sounds too. Then comfort returned, but then it did not stay, I heard a different kind of noise, like a cat scratching it claws on the door, the sound was at first far like it was my entrance door the cat was scratching on, then it became so near like it  was the room before mine then it suddenly became my door. I froze, time stood still, goose pimple flooded my skin, my head was kind of heavy, my eyes almost dropped off it sockets, I held my blanket so tight, my eyes were fi...

Raging storm, unruly  storm You still when you are told to You hear and listen You are calm and quiet Raging storm your rage sink At a command Your bristle melts with words Words of stillness Raging storm listen, Listen to the voice in my head The loud silent cry in my heart Telling you to be still For i fear and tremble, the conflict Within me is great, outside, grievous Like fire, it fury nothing can contain Like the raging storm it needs stillness Give way to calmness, Let your darkness give way To light and your threatening  flash, Give me safety and surety Just like in the ship when you obeyed My master at his command to be still I command you storm to be still Oh! wave be calm and quiet For i am not of little faith I am a seed of the great, I have The sword, words of stillness Calm, quiet to fight. And so I don't beg you I command you Be still and calm. Raging storm. Viv

If I could, I would I will keep you close To my heart, in my arm Where you will be warm Away from the scary night Where you are afraid to sleep Cause the vision of fright Cuts deep into your dreams If I could, I would I will collect your troubles Roll them into a ball and Toss it into the sea I will build you a hut near The sea where the gentle Wind will whoosh your pain Away and leave you in serenity. If I could, I would I will be your eyelid that Closes each time the cloud Gathers in your eyes so There won't be a downpour I will be your tears that Never drops with pain I will turn your shed tears To raindrops of joy If I could, I would I will make you dream again I will revive and give life To your sickening stillborn dreams I will build you a mountain And carve your dreams on it So the world will see the Beauty of your dreams If I could, I would I will have you live life Over again with no regrets I will turn your mistakes To miracles, ...

Rivers of anguish, pain and sorrows Flows to streams, streams Of tears and of dead dreams Carcass lines in rows Hands separated from legs, all apart Life like flame, it burn The body cold as spirit and soul depart Death has visit and was not spurn Earth shakes, there is a hollow Heavy hearts, grievous grief Life becomes shallow Life is short, why make it so brief? Unnecessary shooting and killings What happened to being siblings ?

I walk, I walk Through a lonely path In search of the unknown With no guide, map or lead I hear voices, loud voices Walk, run, run, walk Which should I obey Can one serve two masters? I run fast, faster For I must get to nowhere in time The voice my voice leads on Then I run to a stop The road is divided, three parts Each one leads to a future unknown Dark, bright, dark-bright maybe Which should I tread? I close my eyes, I listen The voices were silent I look around, I see shadow My shadow, I am alone I must choose, I must One road is straight , smooth, wide The other dirty, dusty and bend The third grassy, never being grazed Thump thump! I hear beats My heart beats, it beats fear The voices returns Clear and loud they speak Take the smooth, fine road It is wide, there are more Footprints on it than others Tread on this one, it is bright No take the dirty, dusty one Bend, dark though it may look With just two or four prints But it is bright....

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...