Recently, I came to know about blockchain technology. It is a chain of interconnected blocks. They say it is so secured and its security is tied to its chain mechanics.
If you have 6 individuals blocks that are connected to each other by a chain, it means that to change the content in block 3, you will have to change the one in 2 and 1 which alters and make it obvious that you have tampered with the blockchain. …
(Note to self)
I hope you know that it is safe to sit here with yourself and pour out your pain like a fountain
I hope you know that you can hold yourself, lean on your shoulders and wail
There is no shame or judgement here. Let all the women in you, rally round each other; let them create a safe space for themselves to pour out their sorrows and wipe each other’s tears without any judgement
These women know what if feels to broken, defeated, diminished and whipped by life:
The woman in you who wanted to be a sister
This pain I know
This pain I feel
This pain I own
It took me hostage, fed me because it needed me to be alive to suffer from its venom; it clothed me with shame, so I couldn’t go naked with dignity. I drank from its tap of anguish and I was housed in a barn of loneliness
At first, I wailed, but then I wailed and wailed until there was nothing more to wail about, and when hope deserted me and despair gave me a blanket for the cold night, I stopped wailing and fighting.
Finally, I got to…
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There is a garden between Life and death; I will meet you there.
There is a minefield between sanity and insanity, I hope you can navigate it properly
There is a road between hopelessness and Faith, I wish you can travel safely.
There is an ocean between love and hate, I pray you never drown in it.
There is forest between death and dying, I hope you never get lost in it.
There is a prison between Poverty and Riches, I hope you never end up there.
There is a pit between empathy and sympathy, I hope…
(I have death in my pocket)
Lara left her wallet on the shelf that morning before rushing out of her apartment for a job interview. She needed this job, so she studied all night, going through the company’s vision and mission statements, reading up her notes on customer care management, and watched several YouTube videos on how to deal with job interviews. She needed to put her best foot forward for this job.
The salary is good; they have a pension, HMO, and traveling care packages for employees. This is nothing like her #70,000 job with no HMO or Pension…
(To be forewarned is to be forearmed)
I am terribly afraid of my memories. I steer clear of it and gloss over my mind; I can go anywhere else but there. I dare not explore my mind recklessly or diligently because it is like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode, and I am the only foreseeable casualty.
My mind is like a mining field, and my memories are where the explosive weapons are kept. There is no way you can navigate that area without something going off, and the sad part is that you cannot predict the weapon that…
(It is not hearsay)
I heard about you years before we collided. I could still remember the emptiness on her face when she spoke of you; Ope swore you are a monster and Bisi said you are as a thief in the night with no iota of respect or dignity.
My life was calm and ordered before you came with your roaring voice, thunderous steps, stormy face, hallowing entrance and Tsunamic hug
Everything before you was simple and serene. Nothing I couldn’t deal with or embrace. Life before you rolled out like the red carpet of a Hollywood award show…
(You should be here…..)
It was a day like any other day but it was the beginning of another phase of my life. My first exam in University and I was so gassed up because I had read vehemently and was certain of acing that course - GNS101
You were supposed to be prepping for your Post-UTME exam in 2days, your entrance exam into university and I was certain you were gassed up, as well, because you were looking forward to your next chapter in life.
That day masked itself like any other Wednesday I have passed through. It dangled…
The hours crawl quietly and emptiness billows.
The fog of hopelessness clouds the thought,
bitterness drizzles gently and loneliness gushes over me
I lie peacefully with sadness.
He cuddled me with his arms of anxiety, kissed me with his lips of panic before penetrating with strokes of vagueness.
The familiar scent of my rebound; his touch is gentle, his lips are soft and the strokes are comforting.
We cuddled as he whispers sweet nothing to my ears. he reminded me of his undying love for me; he promised to always show up for me. He revered at his orgasmic prowess