Dear Jimoh [part one] - Andrew Osas Igbineweka

Good Evening Beauties!

I have not uploaded any of my piece on this platform for a while now for reasons I cannot start to explain. I hope you would find it in your large heart to understand and forgive.

This piece is addressed to an imaginary son whose name is Jimoh. The writer in person is me. Yes, I wrote it originally. The mom is that lady you know about. The lady that shares the same fears as this.
However, I am going to be sharing it in pages. And this is to make is bearable for those who find reading exhausting.  It is just three pages. So expect the next page by tomorrow. Thanks!

I'd like for you to leave me a response in the comment field.

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Dear Jimoh

I love you so much. I know you are quite familiar with these words but I will keep saying it until you don’t need to hear it to know it is true. I have loved you from when you were feeble and frail. I have loved you from when you were only an idea in my mind; when you were only a fantasy that interrupted my reality. You came into my life when I dreaded that my husband’s family was getting tired of harbouring my incessant miscarrying. You were a blessing. You are a blessing, and I remain forever grateful to have begotten you in my life time.

But Jimoh, there are some crucial matters that make me worry so much about your tomorrow. I have watched you grow. I have watched you make mansions out of clay. I have watched you turn out the best in your class during your secondary school days. I remember that day you discovered you could sing and dance. I remember the light I saw in your eyes and how that it completed the beauty in your face. I always knew there was something missing in your face. But that night it dawned on me; you discovered purpose and then it all came out right. The glow on your face could not be ignored. It sat on every corner of your tender face and somehow, it makes me smile each time I remember. 

My worries have caused me to write you this letter.

You have grown into this man and somehow, the beautiful boy you used to be has retired into solace, afraid of the darkness that the world preaches. You have ignored that part of you that is crucial to fulfilling purpose. Jimoh, I know life can be chaotic, especially for the ones with a vision. Sometimes you see the big picture and other times, it just becomes blur and vague. Today you have all you desire, all you deserve and the next, the world comes crashing on you. 

Dear Jimoh, I am not writing this letter to ease the worry and pain in your heart. I am not writing this letter to make you believe that every forest you venture would be without approaching claws. I am not writing this letter to tell you that you wouldn’t stumble and fall. I am not telling you by any means that at a snap of your finger you would have all you ever dreamed of. If I did, I would be lying to you.

I am writing you this letter to .... [STAY CONNECTED FOR THE NEXT PAGE]
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Free expression by Andrey Whyte

I want to write out my thoughts in its rawest form. Not influenced by political correctness or literary induction. I want to imagine the world and paint it even with the sureness of a novice heart. I am tired of the constraint and the restriction in places where I desire freedom. My hands and heart crave a place of uncertain truce. They want to awake into a world of free expression. I want to write my thoughts the way they come: broken and incomplete. I want you to find a meaning to it without complaining – no complains about my literary capacity. I hate to be asked the meaning of what I have written. I hope you find a meaning that applies to your reality. My thoughts are broken in pieces you

MEET THE WINNER - FLASH5: RESOLUTION. EPILOGUE.

*Lights come on to Puff Daddy( Sean Combs) singing 'Victory.' Soogun's entrance music hits and he makes his way up the ramp. The announcer is in the ring, waiting with the judges, Eketi Ette, Deoye Falade and Mystique Synn Osuchukwu. The Most Annoying Man on Facebook, 2014, 2015 winner, Pa Ikhide is holding the Storytellers, a case with two gold pens flanking a timepiece.
Soogun steps out to a huge pop. He walks towards the ring, hands raised in the Black Power sign.
A choir in blue and white start singing ' Even If It Breaks Your Heart'
" Oooooooohhhh Oooooooohhhh,
I can hear 'em playing
Oooooooohhhh Oooooooohhhh
I can hear the ringing of a beat up guitar
Oooooooohhhh Oooooooohhhh

FlASH5: RESOLUTION. FINALE.

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*The Lights come on to Common and John Legend singing 'Glory.' Hymar and Soogun are already in the ring. The Crowd goes insane with chants. Soogun is smiling. Hymar looks pissed*
Announcer's Voice: Welcome to the grand Finale of Flash5. Without further let us get on with it. It is a NO Theme contest of up to 1000 words.
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THE RULES REMAIN:
1. Read both stories and say what you think of them. Criticisms? Critiques? Famzings? Badbelleisms?.
2. Vote your favourite of the two(eg I VOTE story 1)
3. Edited comments to change votes are considered void.
4. Do NOT mention who you think wrote which. Such comments will be deleted. Mentioning names will foster biased voting.
5. Do NOT copy and paste the stories and absolutely DO NOT BLOG them without permission. Beware the Block button
6.Soogun and Hymar are only allowed to comment to tag their friends.
7. Tag your buddies, do not whine about tags. Tag yourself.
VOTING ENDS FRIDAY BY 12PM.

31 DAYS OF POETRY- DAY 24- DEATH IS... - by Chika Jones

Does death come in seasons?
Like the broken needles,
On the tongues of winded dragons?
Like the red of flowers in harmattan,
Or does it come through the hole of scarabs,
When brave young girls venture alone into the forests,
And emerge with painted hands,
I remember the lives of dead ones,
Like a kaleidoscope of ever changing sounds,
The baby's first cry,
The ratata of gunfire,
The thud of falling earth,
Ha!

#DiaryOfTheHostage (The unfortunate Night - Andrew Sylvester) #CHAPTER 1

The breeze was mild on her face and she wanted more of it. Her desire for more brought her outside at about 11:15pm that fateful day. She wondered in the night; she did this often these days, since her dad is barely around to caution her stroll. He is often with his secret love; he wouldn't tell her - ''she wouldn't approve of it'' he once thought to himself.

This Ain’t A Love Poem - Kayrond

 

His name is Kayrond and he is a Spoken Word Artist (Poet). He recently made a spoken word video called ‘This Ain’t A Love Poem’ and would like to submit it on this blog for you to enjoy. 

This Ain’t A Love Poem 

This Ain’t A Love Poem is a sentimental piece that expresses the thoughts that go through the mind of a young male in a long term Relationship and goes into his deepest thoughts and unspoken emotions of the relationship with his lady.

                                                      

The name This Ain’t A Love Poem is an insight of what a relationship puts us through. It brings forth the reality of being in a relationship in our present times. I wrote this poem to express that what we see from other relationships and the media is only a fraction of the truth of what it takes to be in a relationship. That a relationship doesn’t work on ideas but on senses. So if people remain senseless nothing will change. I strongly feel that if we take time to know who we are then our relationships will be better.  

You can check out This Ain’t A Love Poem here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xiFG1zZLA-U

FLASH5: RESOLUTION. DAY 4.

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*Lights come on to Soobaba's entrance music. The lights flicker as we hear the sound of an engine whirring. An army jeep pulls up the ramp. The driver's door opens and Soogun steps out and slams the door. The crowd pops. He's Wearing combat fatigues and a bullet-proof, he does the Black Power fist and strides towards the arena. Today, the arena is ringed with burning torches.*
Announcer's Voice: Day 4, ring of FIRE!
*The light goes out. There is silence then we hear an eerie laughter. The light flashes for two seconds and there is a bowed figure at the entrance wearing a robe and with a staff. Then it is dark and silent again.

FLASH5: RESOLUTION. DAY 2.

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*Lights come on to Soogun's entrance music. Appearing on the ramp. He strides down to chants of 'Soobaba!' He enters the arena, poses for the crowd with his hands in the air, doing a Black Power.
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"Here Comes the Boom" starts blaring as the lights revolve, flashing multiple colours. The music stops, lights go out and the screen shows four hooded man standing behind a black-and-yellow danfo bus, bearing arms. They are standing in a red puddle and glimpses of falling feet could be seen.

FLASH5: RESOLUTION. DAY 3.

 
I have followed this competition with all sense of commitment and I can tell you that you wouldn't regret checking this out... The piece features on facebook and from time to time you will find it on here...
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*Lights come on as Soogun saunters in to applause, namechants and the sound of 50 Cent's 'I Will Still Kill.'
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'Here Comes The Boom' blares from the speakers and in comes Hymar in his 'Team Takedown' Tee and cant-wait-to-get-it-started walk. The crowd pops*

POETRY SLAM: FLASH5 - RESOLUTION.

I have been following this battle on facebook and it is really something you should look out for. It is starting soon.
Sunday, July 19-Friday, July 24.
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UPDATES.
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Posting Time: 10am.
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Vote Count Scheme:
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10 audience votes= 3 points
20 audience votes= 6 points
30 audience votes= 9 points
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You get the idea? 10 equals 3.
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However, 17, 18, 19 audience votes = 5 points. Why? Because 2 extra points will be added to the 3 if the numbers of votes are approaching the next point starter(from 7 )
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1 judge vote=10 points.
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So, for the benefit of these who are always getting shortchanged at the market:
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A- 60 audience votes + 1 judge votes = 28 points
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B- 57 audience votes + 2 judge votes= 37 points.
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B wins.
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Tick-tac-tick-tack...

31 DAYS OF POETRY- DAY 18- IBADAN DOTI- by Ijalusi Samuel

Ibadan

With vast vallies and hills
Upright to ward off ancient attacks
Citadel of pacesetter.

Her streets rallies of rags and pills
Littered grounds, stinking bin tanks
Dirt guilty even scholars.