Some days I’m deep, some days I’m chill, some days I’m loud laughter or quiet thoughts. I can be curious, tired, soft, fierce and all of it still counts as me. I don’t have to fit one moo...

Wait for your time to learn. Wait for your turn to work. And recieve the joy of your hard work. The gift of God has no pain added to it. Taking away what others has worked, Brings punishment an...

#poetry I lost all hope So full of whisper oh dawn of mystery That I had mistaken for normal luxury Lost in the rhythm of life's harmony Dancing to your tune yet all is agony I lost all hope! I los...

Calmness is good. Calmness creates awareness. Calmness gives room for peace. Calmness redefines and restructures. Calmness restores. Calmness aids clarity. Calmness aids understanding. Calmness...

A little piece I wrote two years ago about the pieces that makes a whole.Parts and shreds of emotions and moments that makes memories. #hellonircle #poetrychapbook #poetry #Heritagewrites #fragments...

If we were like the four seasons Perhaps I should have frozen our spring. I should have kept our burning hearts in stasis. This way they wouldn't have been dried out like a raisin in the summer sun. ...

This is a plea to Nircle team. Is any other user having issues with the app or the site? I literally can’t understand what’s going on anymore. I get comment notifications but when I open to re...

I had a week. It was quite okay. That phrase “when the going gets tough, the tough get going”—na lie. 😂 If you don’t use the grace and strength of God to tie your sokoto, you will fall. Be...

Power that is unspoken, Yet written. The unspoken word, Yet written, It defines, re-defines, makes and breaks. The diary, few in words and small in size, Yet the arbiter in dire moments. It embroids...

Nigeria at 65 Nigeria, a great nation At 65, the era of seasoned grace. At 65, we stand unbroken, bold like a lion that cannot be tamed. From trials of splendid sapa To draws of fatal shege Sti...

Happy 65TH INDEPENDENCE NIGERIA✨🎉 #Poetry #Spokenwordpoetry #Nigeriaourmotherland

Year 2018 From the diary of a bipolar.. To the bane of my existence And to the memories not forgotten. I habour them within. Walking through the sea of evergreen. I caught myself staring. Not a...

Sixty-five years of independence have come and gone, A nation born from dreams, yet still fighting to hold on. Children's eyes wide with hunger, their bellies in pain, No shelter from the blows,...

Just a book You might think Filled with unspoken words Covered with painting so deep Holding secrets that you know of A diary Man's greatest secret holder Holding the darkest of us Holding the brig...

Come back home o wandering daughter Come to the embrace of your waiting father Come to the open arms of your loving mother The home where you had joy without vendetta The world outside is cold and s...

#poetry Hey, why did the earth hide you this long ? Today I’m lucky, I saw butterflies, I admire their fragile dance with the wind. Looking deeper, I found a secret art. Everyone can see it, but ...

*Oh my Bride.* Oh my Bride, How come thou suddenly become a stranger? You that were never a lone ranger Why do I forsee nothing but danger ? From your cold taciturn disposition Where is the gen...

Diary of a bipolar.. It's has been while. 365 days of overthinking again. Perhaps, not wanting a reoccurring theme. Perhaps just the habitual game play of moodsl Most definitely No definitely not. ...

He whispered—and I heard. The dark clouds spoke in a language only I could understand. The crying of nearby babies tried to pull me away, but I remained still, aware. I looked into the overwhelming...

Blanked Easy oh you the man in my fantasy Longing for peace oh are you empathy We judge the books not by simplicity Bring the clouds down Oh Ambiguity Just like tod...