I hope when you find the courage to love, you do it with all your heart and with everything you’ve got.

I hope when you have to let go, you do with no regrets.

I hope when you have to hold on, you do with all the strength you can muster.

I hope when you feel like crying, you pour your heart out and know it’s ok to hurt.

I hope when the clouds pass and the sun comes out, you can find love again and just love all love brings into your life.

I hope your life is full and meaningful.

I hope every day is a full and fulfilling one.

Do You See Me?

It will only be as important as you make it.

It will only be as strong as you believe it is.

It will only be as popular as you talk about it.

What’s racism, skin segregation?

Something that exists in the minds of the shortsighted.

Something distracting our minds from seeing all the colourful beauty the world offers.

So, you can’t see me beyond my skin which is the least part of me; after all we are all only skin-deep.

When you look at the sea, do you just see the endless blue water or all the sea holds, the ships on it, the children playing by its shores, the millions of life hosted by its endless vastness? Do you see it?

When you look at the forest, do you just see a sea of green or the different trees, flowers, grasses, animals and all the precious lives hosted by its richness? Do you see it?

So, why do you look at me and see only what’s on the surface? When deep down in me is endless vastness and richness.

Look at me and see me.

Constant Companions

As the day dawns, I roll over to your waking kisses
Another’s cry reminds me to put you before my eyes
We go through the day together…
hand in hand, task by task
Your voice rings louder than my desires.
The day wanes and I say goodbye to you.
The night stretches endlessly as my new companion arrives
My silent partner, no voices, no words, just a mocking silence.
I cuddle my unfriendly companion and bid the lonely looking night clouds hung upon the sky canvas ‘good night’.
Tomorrow, I will roll over to your waking kisses and go through the day with you.

Far Up North

Up north is filled with media dread but I really didn’t care. I love adventures and no amount of media horror could scare me away.
So, with my bags packed and ticket in hand, off I went. To the far up north where only the insane would journey and those who had little or no regard for their lives, so everyone said.
Was I scared? To be honest, I wasn’t as I was more excited about all the dread surrounding my journey (adrenaline adrenaline).
Want to know just how far up north I went? Borno State. Yup the very same dreaded terror haven! The thrill I felt to be at the forefront and to see firsthand if all the media hullabaloo was true. What did I find? Well, I found that the media has a doctorate degree in exaggeration! This is not to in any way down play the seriousness of the instability caused by insurgency, not at all; rather, it’s to let you know that people still live there. In truth ‘death’ isn’t a resident in Borno, life is ongoing.
My flight was a rather long one as I boarded a connect flight from Lagos with one stop over at Abuja before proceeding to our final destination (not the movie).
The flight was long and satisfying. Each moment that passed meant we were getting closer to our destination. My excitement was through the roof. Like yay! I’m finally going to see this Maiduguri everyone’s been buzzing about.
Our flight landed in the hot town of Maiduguri around noonish. I was just happy to put my feet on solid ground; after more than an hour airborne, you start to miss the ground.
Finally, here I was in the strangely infamous town of Maiduguri, Borno State.
What my eyes beheld can be summed in just one word ‘simple.’
This place was nothing like the noisy Lagos I was coming from. I half expected to be greeted with heavily armed soldiers and then be subjected to a thorough search for prohibited items; but all of that only happened in my dreamy head.
In reality, I was greeted by simple looking men asking in barely audible English if I wanted a cab to which I declined. I exited the arrival lounge to meet up with a friend.
The drive through Maiduguri town was uneventful and quiet. Not the Lagos bustling and shoveling through ‘sent from hell’ traffic I had become unwelcomingly accustomed to. Ladies and gentlemen, I arrived my lodge in a few minutes. Wow!
What can I say about the lovely little town of Maiduguri? Far up north in Maiduguri, the tomatoes remain as red as ever and commerce thrives. People wake up in the morning, go out, make money and return home to their families and they do it again the next day. The only unfriendly person I met was the Sun. It was so hot, it felt like the sun was literally standing beside me and just pinching me mercilessly.
In summary, life is far from over far up north. I hope you’ll get to visit it too and experience the peace I did. Till next time, cheers and thanks for reading.

I’m Still Writing…

I started my story…

It was beautiful, all things went well, no accidents no hiccups.

Looks like a good story, I’ll keep writing…

But the first stage passed and a few hiccups but it’s still a good story, I’ll keep writing…

The next stage, a whole lot more hiccups and some bumps too.

But it’s still a good story, I’ll keep writing…

Another stage begins, it’s smooth, dodged all hiccups and bumps but now there are walls.

Walls so high with no way to climb!

Is it still a good story? Do I keep writing?

I went around the wall, well that wasn’t so bad, it’s still a good story, I’ll keep writing…

Yet another stage, more hiccups, more bumps and more walls, but I’ve seen this all before, I know to keep writing.

Then the road ends, it’s pitch black, what’s there to write, it’s all ‘Nothing’

But even ‘nothing’ is worth writing…it’s still a good story, I’ll keep writing…

Hiccups, bumps, walls, darkness, road ends…and my story is still on and I’m still writing…


This morning I woke and felt I should end it all.

It all seemed so meaningless and pointless

Directionless and void

Everything seemed empty but that’s how the end is…

Pointless and void. Just nothing.

An abyss of the unimaginable,

A plane of the non-existent void of hope.

In the end, there’s no escape and nothing to ‘end.’

So, today might feel like an end, it’s not the end, there’s tomorrow and the day after.

There’s the warm sun or cloudy skies to look forward to.

There’s the stray dog and homeless cat to feed.

There’s the uninvited orchestra of birds in the neighbour’s tree.

There’s so much imaginable beauty free from the unhappiness and heaviness in the world.

So, wake up and don’t end it but start it all over again, that’s what new days are for.


The wild wind tickles the leaves and swirls the dust in my face. It’s a beautiful sunny day with the beauty of the world missing in my mind. My thoughts are wild and unfocused like the wind. I want it to carry me away to where it’s going. To visit but not to stay, how amazing it would be. No one to hold me down or make me go, no need for a home.

But the wind has no love, no loyalties, no families, and no home. I have love, family, and home, yet the freedom of being free is calling me. The sound of the thunder as it claps brings me back to my hateful reality. Unable to escape this mortality, bound by this dust mold to behold an absent beauty and yearn for the intangible. My thoughts spawn on endless possibilities of a future void of the realities of this existence. My thoughts are the wind, free to go where no one can hold it, visiting and not staying. It’s amazing, my freedom is in me.