A Sneak Peek


Well basically, now is the holiday season, and I’m enjoying the peace of staying away from medical books and school, until January, but still got my hands on some interesting novels like the colour purple by Alice Walker, it was recommended by a friend, just started reading it, am hoping to drink its water and thirst no more. I have other books by my side like  the all popular 50 Shades of grey by El James, I don’t know why I haven’t read this book until now, I guess the guilt of leaving my big medical books for this was at work. If anyone has read any of this books, I would like some reviews please, thank you…

By the way, this year, has been a hell of a year for me, as I did not pass my medical professional exams, and that was crazily depressing I tell you, and my price was that I had to repeat a class. I watched my folks move on to the next level, while I faced my predicament. Should I say I was happy for them, of course I was, but to be honest, I wished they could wear my shoes so they don’t feel I am not intelligent enough or I did not read hard like they did. I added a lot of weight in the process, as my cravings for junk increased, well, in the end, I took the exams again, and I passed finally. I wondered what I would have done if I did not pass, hmmm.

Now, I’m at home, dedicating my holidays to blogging and reading novels (any recommendation would be deeply appreciated by the way). As for the blogosphere, I explored its boundaries and met some very interesting people and I am most happy to have met them, but if I have to be honest, coping with blogging is crrraaaazzzzzyyyy. In less than 5mins, there are like 15 notifications of new posts from people I follow, and I have to view all and like, probably comment if I remember, because sometimes I get so carried away that I forget to like or comment while I reflect on the piece I just read, but I still try, this is what I signed up for, and what is worth doing, is worth doing well.

I love the spirit in the blogosphere, its loving, caring and supportive. People support me even I write well, and when I don’t, I like that too. And guess what, it’s so frustrating after I put up a new post, I keep refreshing my mails to check how many likes are up, comments, then bam! Maybe nothing at all, then I wish I did not posts that up, or it wasn’t just good enough, then slowly, the likes flow it, did I mention I like that part, haha! it’s the part I call surprise tour.

Oh, and another moment that gives me tachycardia is when I check my followers count and it is the same with the last time I checked, what? I always panic, life is harsh… Then I read some posts, and I go like damn!, how come I did not think of that, this stuff is good. I always get knocked off in times like that, but you know what, it always revives the spirit, by inspiring me to do something different from the usual.

My writings are usually not planned, like the daily prompt guys, I believe I am a vertical writer. The moment comes, and I begin to write. I usually write without having knowledge of where am going to, or what the theme would be, more or less the topic, I just write till the ink spills to the end, then I read up, and most of the times, I find it frustrating giving titles to my posts, it’s the most difficult part of my writing.

One big step or achievement I made this year, was the Brunel University Poetry Prize Competition, I took a bold step on that one. I have never submitted my poems for a major competition, so this was my first. Winners like Warshan Shire, and Liyou Lebsikal, both of which are incredibly awesome poets. I read their poems and I just go blank on my thoughts of being shortlisted, but I am hopeful, because I think from the support I get from y’all, says I am not as bad as I think I am. I was able to have a little chat with Violla Allo, she was shortlisted twice, another amazing poet and writer, I told her about my fears, and I will never forget her words;

” do not worry if you don’t get shortlisted. I have been writing for many years, and I firmly believe that, prize or shortlist or not, I will keep writing and believing in my work. I love poetry beyond measure. And I am happy to see you filled with the same love for words. Words are powerful allies and friends. I hope more people, all over this planet, will put down their weapons and pick up words and artistic endeavors. Art can heal the world. Art can heal Mother Africa. And it already does”

Beautiful and encouraging, isn’t it? In the end, the blogosphere boosted my confidence in my poetry, fiction and writings, so I thank the blogosphere deeply… So, I will stop here, so I don’t get so personal and say things I wish I never said.

It’s a beautiful Sunday, and I wish everyone a happy Sunday and happy holidays.


Is our world still sane?

Innocent lives lost in Pakistani

I do not wish to curse about the bitter evil that is carelessly roaming through this world, it is indeed absurd. It marvels me how slowly our humanity is likened to nothing, and our emotions has suddenly soured. We wear veils that are transparent, yet we are blinded with hatred, rage, religious differences and social status’, and we do not see that we are eloping our future.

Recently I talked about the issue of racism, but that is not as gruesome as the blatant massacre of innocent lives in Peshawar, Pakistan. Why kill innocent children for whatever differences, why? Is it that the minds of these evil walkers are dark, that they do not pause and say, what if this was my child, or sister, or brother, or mother, or father, or what if this was me. I do not believe these men are brainwashed, I believe they have made evil their concubine and wickedness their lover. It is indeed wickedness, to watch 132 children die with no remorse in their hearts, is this the dark barbaric age?




Corpses of Innocent lives



Imagine the faces of the victims, those innocent people, my God, the children who would have been our future, all this gone because of what? No, I wept, are those men human beings like me or aliens? Do they have blood running through their veins or is it water? Is their emotions alive or is it dead in devil’s rage? My God, I am simply flummoxed that I don’t even know if we were all created on the 7th day of creation or some afterwards, if not so, then our sanity is now insane, we are insane.

Well, I do not wish to say let us pray for these men, I would rather say let the evil they bear catch up with them.  Oh! How I wish they will go through the pain they inflicted on this innocent lives, and die just how they killed these innocents. My heart is torn apart watching the  news, TV, newspapers, oh my! This leaves me with the question, is our world still sane?

Let us observe a moment of silence after reading this, and pray for the 145 lives lost in Peshawar, Pakistan on December 16th.