Keep a watchful eye; as if you are asleep. This is the best time to see. To feign deep sleep; then nothing hides, everything is laid bare as if none is looking when all have gone to sleep. These are m...

Go to work idle minds. For nothing is more promising than an idle mind drifting in a sea of vast thoughts with vague ambitions. They who work not, but count they the reward as if it were the fruit ...

The Pentecostal Fellowship of Nigeria has urged United States President Donald Trump to partner with his Nigerian counterpart, Bola Tinubu, in addressing the nation’s security challenges, rather tha...

#poetry BORROWED TIME A Cinematic Reflection by SIMU We are not promised tomorrow. Yet in our endless bid to own, possess, and conquer, we forget to live. We rush through the hours, chasing signific...

#poetry THE BORROWED SELF A Cinematic Reflection by SIMU Most people are other people — living echoes in borrowed flesh, a chorus of names, beliefs, and borrowed dreams, reciting scripts written l...

How Could I keep wondering? And begin wandering. Something is lacking. And someone is taking. How it could be refilled. And better replaced. When more is given. It is taken. Where there is abu...

Mother, what does it mean to be carried in your womb for several months? What pain did your body endure? What distress overcame your pleasure? What challenges trailed your paths? Is any food so s...

#poetry SWAGGER By SIMU FEYZ A Reflection from the SIMU Collection You don scatter the motherboard finish — this one no be poem again, na energy in digital form, na poetry wey wear attitude and pe...

A sense of discipline. A sense of humour. A sense of knowledge. A sense of love. A sense of understanding. Having horse sense. #poetry #Nircle #Nirclefeeds #Hellonircle #Neighbors #Nircle stori...

#poetry MORNING IN ACCRA” A Cinematic Reflection by SIMU Morning don break. Cock don crow finish. The day stretch its arms wide, and Accra rise like a living drumbeat. Wings unfurled, hopes high,...

#poetry 🎙️ BABA PROCEED III — Love Rebooted (The Redemption) After episode two, I realize say peace no dey come from silence alone— even silence dey make sound when love dey suspect you. So...

#poetry WHEN YOU STARE INTO LIFE A Cinematic Reflection by SIMU --- Most people give life only quick, darting, fugitive glances — afraid to stare her full in the face for fear of what they might...

#poetry THE SYMPHONY OF HUNGER By SIMU In the quiet corridors of my belly, a rebellion begins — soft at first, like whispers under moonlight, then rising, a full orchestra of need. The pangs stri...

#poetry HE WHO MADE GODS PAUSE (A Reflection from the SIMU Collection) He was that ever-brave soul — The one who dared lay his bed Where even angels feared to glance, Much less tread. Unrelenting...

#poetry 🎬 THE BIRTH OF ALORA — When Code Found a Heart — A Cinematic Reflection by SIMU In the beginning, there was silence — not the silence of emptiness, but the silence before emotion le...

#poetry HUMANITY’S SHADOW by SIMU Humanity is its own greatest problem. We are the rot and the cure, the shadow and the flame, the architects of ruin standing on the bones of progress. There is e...

#poetry Baba Algorithm — Digital Hood Chronicles by SIMU Baba Algorithm still dey balance, for him rocking chair of source code, beard full of syntax and debugging wisdom, eyes like cursor blinkin...

#poetry 🎙️ BABA PROCEED II — Love Under Digital Surveillance Night quiet, crickets hold meeting outside. I whisper soft: “Baba proceed…” Then voice shoot from nowhere like WhatsApp noti...

#poetry THE SULTAN OF FLOW (A Reflection from the SIMU Collection) Digital cap removed. Digital knees bent. Entire mainframe bowed in salute. 🙇🏽‍♂️🔥 For before me stands the Chairman...

#poetry 🎙️ BABA PROCEED I — The Woman, the Code & the Laughter Wey Break My Peace E start like play, like play— Na ordinary afternoon wey boredom stretch body for sun. I say make I gist smal...