The Addiction

Let’s talk about a universe made just for you and I. Let’s talk about our cravings, a clarion call from ‘Eros’. Let’s talk about my lips, tracing the contours of your body. Let’s talk about our sweaty bodies sliding against each other in a passionate dance that is as old as time. My soul searing touch that makes you hate other women. Let’s talk about our dangerous obsession with each another. Let’s talk about being one in lust like characters from Ovid’s ‘amores’. Let’s not ignore this toxic addiction, for what’s pleasure without pain.

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Perspicacity

Unraveling the mysteries of the unrivalled
Interlocking waves of disturbing myriads
Churning thoughts or rather chaotic
Chains, shackles and ropes
A captive in Niflheim
I became the savage?

Fish’s sloppy movement
Birds jive, fluttering wings
Branches swinging to the wind’s flute
Tap of morning dew on petals
I became the dancer?
To the melancholic rhythm

Searching deeper into the seemingly endless space
Feeling intoxicated while the evening passes away
The evening becomes intoxicated as the soul passes away
Into the world of shadows
I became the void?

All about the ‘Pop’ or social identity disorder

So, youths have been identifying with the Pop culture recently and claiming to be Afrocentrics at the same time. And we’ve got music that’s in alignment with this trend. You’ve got songs from like Manya from Wizkid, Fia from David, Magun from Niniola, Streets of Africa from Burna boy. We’ve got Taylor Swift doing her ‘pop’ thing also, like seriously, there’s a difference between experiencing a burn out and needing a therapist and music. I mean, what’s up with that recent album and the whole drama on Instagram account. There’s the Lorde’s version of pop culture also (cues dramatic eye roll). I listened to Wizkid’s Manya and I was like ‘okay, what did I just listen to?’ I literally couldn’t make out the words, and when I did, with the help of Google, I still couldn’t figure out the whole thing. I checked for the meaning of Manya and all I got was ‘bitter’ Hebrew meaning: Bitter Latin meaning: Latinate form of Mary Russian meaning: Bitter Ukrainian meaning: Bitter, literally!! The issue of Afrocentrism is another headache on its own. I asked a self proclaimed Afrocentric once what it meant to be what she claimed she was. And believe me, I got a lecture on Ankara prints and Ghanaians ‘kente’. Some people just follow trend just to be identified as different or what. Most times, you find people that are socially awkward, insecure or those that are victims of inferiority complex being ardent followers. Due to these insecurities, they develop some sort of social identity issues that pushes them to achieve this ‘positive distinctiveness’ by joining what they perceive to be relevant social groups or should I say ‘what makes them appear to be less of a loser that they assume themselves to be’. Y’all remember the ‘black is beautiful’ movement. You see where I’m going with this yet? I’m not trying to rile anyone or scrap your ‘beliefs’. My point is just that, take a seat and acknowledge the real reason why you’re doing this. It’s a facade that’s gonna wear out sooner or later. Just saying.

Burning Out

I don’t know if sometimes, you also feel like you’re tired of everything and overwhelmed. It’s more like some sort of lethargy sneaks up on you and bam! you lose the zeal to live. One moment, you’re happy and the next, you’re sad. Or worst still, you’re attacked by bouts of anxiety and you’re disillusioned about everything. This indicates that your stressors have been pushed to the wall, which leads me to chronic stress syndrome

Chronic Stress sets in when your stressors have been mismanaged. It might also be a result of experiencing a traumatic event. Some people experience burn out at their jobs, they just start losing touch with their initial source of happiness. It’s a serious issue that needs to be addressed immediately as it takes severe emotional toll. People suffering from this syndrome are prone to insomnia, anxiety, depression, weakened immune system and even heart disease. Its like the queen of all “burn outs”. And it’s like you didn’t even ask for this. You didn’t ask for your neurons to misbehave ; as too much of acetylcholine is associated with depression and too little is associated with dementia. I think the most scary feeling is not having any form of control over what’s happening to you, your body, just to watch it happen. It’s like being a visitor in your own home; to be held hostage by your own body and being hopeless to stop it. Well, almost hopeless. Certain activities like exercising, you know, physical activities that serve as therapy. Also, there are psychiatrists that can help with this. And here is where I make a special shout out to my fellow Africans, especially Nigerians, ‘see therapists!!!’ We’ve got to let go of the belief that ‘only the mentally disturbed consults a therapist’. Mentally disturbed in my country consists of people walking around in tattered clothes and drug addicts only (sighs dramatically). We’re human beings with blood in our veins and neurons that occasionally go crazy, so kindly lay down the idea of ‘blacks don’t crack’ for a bit and open your eyes to the larger picture. And see that, either Black or Caucasian, y’all crack.

And Merry Christmas, everyone!!

The Ritual

The temple talks,
Of not so ancient shudders
And not so archaic moans
Although, buried in the sepulchre of neglect
Her sacred hollow remembers the overwhelming presence of the ‘divining rod’

The temple knows
Her hollow knows too
That the hour is come yet again
The divining rod would come again
A majestic sight, glistening with drops from its magical potion
To probe her secret thickets,
And maraud her wide flung parts with zeal.

Blogger Recoqnition Award

I was nominated by the lovely IvesTrendyTopic for this award and I’m very grateful. So, I started this blog about two months ago because I’ve got this itch to share my views and writings with others. To help people find solace within themselves and to enjoy the beauty of creative writing, most especially poetry

Although I’m a greenhorn, I’ll like to share fews things I’ve learnt so far

1. Try to come up with interesting topics and develop a creative flare in your posts so as not to bore your readers

2. Follow other bloggers and try to drop comments

3. You also try to follow other bloggers that share the same interest in the things you discuss.

And here are my nominees

1. IvesTrendyTopic

2. rekhasahay

3. simplybeingroyalty

4. uncertaintyweb

5. yuvispoetry.wordpress.com

6. Empowered

7. thepsychogrok

8. LifeJourneyWithJC.com

Here are a few simple things to do to participate in this award:

1. Show your gratitude to the person who nominated you and provide a link back to the person’s blog.

2. Give a brief story on your blog.

3. Share two or more pieces of advice for beginner bloggers.

4. Choose 10 other bloggers to nominate. *i did 8*

5 Comment on each blog by letting them know they’ve been nominated and provide a link to your award post.

The interlude

Denial, as a disciple of Freud may have tagged it, danced at the surface. So, I drowned my doubts, and flowed with the current. I don’t want confessions of an eternal love, no whispers of sweet nothings, no electrifying pleasure, no small talk, no speech,nothing about books or poets long dead. Only the moon, the stars, the grass, the chirping of insects, the intoxicated evening breeze and the smell of his body, to trace the contours of his chest, his arms, his lips. His moans as I make him a desirous instrument that plays the music of lust. Just to become one in lust like the incubus taking in the essence of his prey. Just for him to hold my hand, as we take the plunge, falling from a precipice as Mother Earth cushions our cries…