#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...

#poetry THE LANGUAGE WORKOUT” — SIMU PIECE (Pure Poetic Style) Language dey pant like heavyweight wey never train since 1998, rope dey hold am up, syllables dey sweat, vowels dey gasp, consonants...

#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 THE VANISHING OF MY EVER-LOVING GARI A SIMU Comedy Reflection Baba… Where my gari? My eyes dart to the table — wide, confused, betrayed… like action film hero wey just realize say the...

#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 Blade of the Becoming I am afraid to breathe. Afraid to move. Afraid that the slightest flicker of motion — a blink, a heartbeat, a whisper of muscle — will unleash another avalanche ...

#poetry “The Digital Groove” by SIMU Baba Algorithm spinning the beat, DJ Code on the mic — Binary 1 and 0 in the mix, syntax and circuit jamming to the hits. The beat infectious, like data p...

#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...

As a creative, the best gift you can ever give to yourself is patience and persistence because it will definitely pay one day. This piece got published about ten months after it was sent. Special th...

#poetry “The Question Before Definition” by SIMU The night hums softly. After that intimate silence, a hand begins to trace a searching pattern across the chest. Eyebrows rise — curious, ques...

#poetry TITLE: The Currency of Illusion We live in a world built on glass and light, where attention is mined like gold, and virality is the new measure of worth. Everything crass, everything lewd, ...

#poetry THE SPARK IN THE ABYSS by Simu The abyss is ever dark, deep, bottomless, spiraling into impossibility. Hope is a fragment, a scrap of meaning struggling to cling, like a lost soul adrift at ...

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 ...

You will never walk alone, For you are never alone; with the good, with the evil one. There are those who are part of you, who watch over you; to gaurd, protect; to spy and to harm by reason of an...

#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,...

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...

#poetryI am the WomanKing, with a heart so fierce A queen of valor, with a spirit that pierces My crown is not just a symbol, but a call to lead I rule with wisdom, and a heart that breeds I walk int...

#poetry Maybe the truth is too harsh to stare at directly. Maybe the truth is that we humans are intrinsically dark, that spark of destruction already smoldering within us. We have left countless spe...