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Peace Within

I wake to sweetness

every single day.

I feel guilt as well

that these days,

I mirror more

the positive side of life;

that I’m not brought down 

by these thrusting issues

looming around me.

I’m mostly shocked 

that I smile, laugh 

dance and skip,

when I should shrink 

into my unpleasant shell

And groan till 

I groan no more.

And to think that I do 

not make much effort

to cage the impact 

of an awful mood

is a rare miracle.

It’s as if there’s nothing

At all to fuss about.

Now, they say

I’m the fairest of all.

Haha, how exact 

their words!

I’m at my best since 

manner began

 to proclaim so.

Feels like I walk around

defrauding them?

Guiding them

 to believe what

Isn’t real?

Should I wear dilemmas 

Like befitting apparel,

And walk the boulevards

As though I’m insane?

– To show off the details of me?

 I’m strong enough

 to impede 

those annihilating

 emotions.

And I’m blessed 

to be this way.

I’m blessed to have God.

Peace within.

2nd POV Is A Shocker!

I’ve not read many novels written in second pov and I have plans to read more. Today I tried writing in second pov and it felt and sounds arkward. It authomatically makes The reader the main character


Your friend is more than a friend to you. She’s your best friend. Both of you have been together for more than a decade. You have gone to places together, done lots of things together and sacrificed a lot for each other. 

She’s the best friend you have ever known and will probably know. With her by you, you don’t have to worry because she has always got your back.

On fifteenth of October, three days before your birthday, you go to her house just like you used to do.

You knock on the door and she steps outside and closes the door behind her. You gave her a silly smile, because you think she has a special visitor and needs to be left alone, but she says, ‘Look, I don’t want you to come around my house anymore.’ She says this in such a way that you think she’s playing a prank on you. You say, ‘Come on! I understand! I got it. I’ll be on my way.’

‘No, you don’t understand. This is not because I have a special friend around. I don’t want to do this anymore. Period.’ Now she says this with a firm tone you don’t know she possesses. 

Your eyes go wild and your smile makes you uncomfortable. And took two steps to your right and another to your left. You don’t know what you’re doing, you’re trying to make sure you aren’t dreaming.

‘I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m sorry.’

‘Do what? What do you mean?’ You’re not sure it’s a prank anymore. 

‘If you’ll excuse me, I have something important doing inside.’ You have the urge, a strong longing, to follow her inside. And you took a few steps towards the door but she slams it shut, right on your face. You jerked and froze at a spot. It isn’t a dream. It’s happening real. You’ve lost your best friend! And no one can replace her. No one can take her place. Not just that, you’re fond of her. You love her and her family and friends and you’re going to lose her family too because you can’t visit her house anymore.

And the only answer she gives to people when they ask, ‘What did she do wrong?’ she says ‘She has done nothing wrong. It’s just me. I just want to be on my own!’ 

It’s not her. It’s you. You have done something wrong because she allows every other friend access to her house. They may visit, but you’re not.

Now you live, thinking you have done something wrong, and it’s skin deep, something she can’t forgive and something she’s ashamed to talk about.

There’s no smoke without fire.

There’s a reason for all that happens under the sun.

But there nothing you can do to bring her back. She has slept over her decision and knows it is the right decision.

But you find out you can’t do without her. Moments come and pass and you long to share important moments of your life with her. You want to laugh and cry and- you miss her.

Not that your life would be over without her, but you’re tied to her. You’ve made connections. It’s like a part your life has left with her and life will never be the same without her. 

But you need to move on. And you move on. Few months later, you only remember her in passing and you now understand one thing, Some friendships are not meant to be for life. 

Language Shouldn’t Be A Barrier To Writing

A language is a tool for communication and not a barrier to writing.

– Bernard Kelvin Clive

It’s true most people prefer to write in Eglish language because it’s the universal language and large proportion of the populace get to read their work. However, writing is not limited to the English language alone. Any writer can write in any language of choice as long as he’s good at the language and can write good stuff.

An aspiring author doesn’t have to wait until he has mastered the English language art and become a guru before writing his first book. He can write in any language he is more comfortable with.

If a writer’s writing is good, the good news will definitely go round, and the world will get to know about it through the speakers of that language and probably demand for translation.

So, do not be discouraged from writing, if English is not your native language and you have not been opportune to master it as to write with it.

Writers write to communicate, and any language has someone who understands it.

It doesn’t matter which language you write in, as long as your writing is good.

– Chinua Achebe

The quote above says it all- the language you write in doesn’t matter. What you need to focus on is good writing.

Penning Poem

Initiate the incidental message

Renounce your petty solace

Leave your eyes behind

And race in tune with your mind

Trust your marbles as guide

Your imaginations as guard

If you ever missed your path

Got lost in the forest of thoughts

Or got buried in the sand of words

Do not ever pause to fuss

Your insanity’d excavate you

And your sanity’d fix you

Your labours’ll refresh the lands

Earth’ll shake your aching hand