That Nigerian Girl

I love the mirror It shows me what I am What I look like It reflects exactly what it sees My scars, my pain, my aches... My marks, roughness My own eyes staring back at me I watch my tears flow down my cheek I see my tongue taste it Salty in it's own bitterness I hate what it shows me I like to think this is my greatest weakness Can I accept That the mirror doesn't truly lie? That it shows me what I really am? Or can I just blink it away Assume it was never there? Am scared that if I look away I become oblivious to who I am So I love the mirror It doesn't flinch or crack I like that it can't hear me It just tells me who I am Makes me understand how they see me Bitter truth sometimes...I must say I accept what it says I nod and believe ...It's just the mirror

          My tutorial teacher asked a question in class. She asked if any of us (students) would die for our countries. When nobody replied, she went ahead to say that in a class she had tutored earlier that day, a Nigerian had given a passionate speech.  A speech thick with emotion, on how he could die for his country (Nigeria).     All Nigerians in class immediately burst out laughing, I too laughed. The rest of the students had their eyes on us like we were crazy, but we seemed not to care. My tutor was not exempted as she starred at us surprised.     We as Nigerians in the class thought in our minds I’m sure the same thing. Can anyone really die for Nigeria? Of all countries! Some of my classmates (Nigerians) made statements like “am I mad?” “I never die for my mama finish”, my classmate beside me said she can’t even take a slap. But after a while in class I began to ponder, on what it actually meant ...

I sit and think Long sad painful thoughts I wonder how long before it's all over The pain, hurt and suffering The lies, cheating and deceit They say life is a journey Of ups and downs How many more downs before an up? Does our journey ever end? The tears seem to flow forever They say everything comes to an end Happiness, Joy and laughter Please don't end You give me hope That... Pain, hurt and suffering would end Or would it? At least my life would end At the end of my life Is the end of it all I have no fear for the end Because in the end It all ends...

Looking back, I can only see the little child who sought and craved your attention. Waiting by the door wondering when you'll be back, until she fell asleep. Shopping list stayed the same for years, no need for a new one Dad barely glanced at the last one. Sitting by mother's phone, waiting to hear your voice. To reply "yes daddy!" to every question and everything you'd say. Waiting to leave mother's room with a wide grin, no one could dampen. None of my letters were delivered. Mother herself could not believe what she read. We laugh over it now.  For that little girl who was dying, To let her father know her thoughts...shall we laugh again? But then, Mother was always available, telling me not to worry You would come, she told me He missed the flight this time, she said He's tied at work, I heard her say He has a lot of responsibilities, come to me and don't bother him I knew she would not understand I mean, s...

I love Jesus a lot...a growing relationship with my father and king, getting a steady feet. I am in love with  +Beyoncé  and @Realomosexy.  Secretly waiting  for THE day I get to meet and spend time with them. Even though I have met @realomosexy once I was so starstruck I busted my chance. Plz help me make it happen. I hold Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie in high esteem since the days of #Purple Hibiscus. And her speech/talk on TED concerning feminism is a must see. I am inspired by it till this day. I am a Feminist and I believe so much in girl power. I cannot stand lies and deceit...(literally breaks my heart). Honesty for me is key. If you want to get me anything...get it in BLACK colour. I'll appreciate it more *wink. Lol, except lipstick. Music....I mean, can't even explain. There is an undeniable love and chemistry between us both. I have 3 Mums...(please don't ask). You'll find me laughing a lot and I love to make others laugh too. I criticize a...

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