So what? I get into an argument with a man, he slaps me, I feel the pain, yet they tell me I provoked him. I should have been quiet, I should have been patient.I should apologize to him.

I get into an argument with a man, I slap him, they tell me I have no respect, no home training. I should have been quiet, I should have been patient. I should apologize to him.
Because I am a woman, I don’t have a right to be angry. So, the degree of my innocence is directly proportional to the degree of my silence in the face of oppression and brutality…..

Because I am a woman, my husband cheats on me, I am told to tolerate it to save my marriage. The barbaric and stupid excuse is that ”it is in their nature to cheat, I should slim down, dress better, cook better, pray harder and be more pleasant to him”
I cheat, and I am called a whore, I have committed an abomination, I have no right to look elsewhere for the love and emotional support I lack at home, I am an irresponsible mother.
So I am sent packing, from the home we both built, with all my earthly possessions stuffed into a tiny box on my head. I am henceforth forbidden from seeing my two older children, I’m lucky to be allowed to go with my little one still suckling on my left breast. Three years later, the little one is tagged a bastard. Now, my new name is “after- three”, because I am a woman.
He is 28 and runs a company. He’s tagged wonderful, hardworking, focused, career oriented, successful at a very young age.
I am 28 and I run a company “Hmmmm…. she is not even married, unserious, can not order her priorities right, a hustler, loves money, let her go and get a husband oh” And I wonder if being successful has anything to do with a person’s gender.
Because I am a woman, I am not allowed to have wits or be a prodigy, I cannot be financially buoyant, professionally successful or be treated with respect without a man beside me.
Then I am tagged a generous leg opener, “a runs girl”. They never see the possibility that I actually had to go through ups and downs to get to where I am, because I am a woman.
A man looses his wife to death and remarries a year after, he did the right thing, he’s being praised and congratulated for moving on, after all life is for the living.
A woman looses her husband to death and remarries after 4yrs, “aaah! so early? Are you sure she wasn’t sleeping with that man even when her husband was alive? That was why she killed her husband. She’s a witch! Because she’s a woman.

Because I am a woman,

this post will be considered controversial, and everyone will try to correct me. But don’t forget, that I am a woman and it does not make me less human!!!
Share to respect some woman and Tell your woman that you love her

: *Who is a woman?????*   

When she is quiet, millions of things are running through her mind. When she stares at you, she is wondering why she loves you so much in spite of being taken for granted. When she says I will stand by you, she will stand by you like a solid rock. Never hurt her or take her for granted. A very heart touching message by a woman. Someone asked her, Are you a working woman or a housewife? She replied: Yes, I am a full-time working housewife. I work 24 hours a day. I’m a Mum. I’m a Wife. I’m a Daughter. I’m a Daughter-in-law. I’m an Alarm clock. I’m a Cook. I’m a Maid. I’m a Teacher. I’m a Waitress. I’m a Nanny. I’m a Nurse. I’m a Handywoman. I’m a Security officer. I’m a Counsellor. I’m a Comforter. I don’t get holidays. I don’t get sick leave. I don’t get day off.  I work through day and night. I’m on call all hours and get paid with a sentence. 

“What Do U Do All Day??” 

This Is Dedicated to all women***

 A Woman has the most unique character like salt! Her presence is never remembered, but her absence makes all the things tasteless. 



The enemy is in love with me, 

I hate his presence, 

He steals my moment, 

Deprives me of choice, 

Letting the vacuum 

ring the bell.

Light the candles

Light my heart . 

Change the colours

Change my smell. 

I love to be purple 

Only at night and turn

red through the day. 

Since words can draw 

and emotion paints. 

You should understand

What the picture says.


I love the analogy used here…

“MARRIAGE is like a shoe. When you wear oversize, be ready to drag it along through out life, and when you wear under-size be ready to feel the pains through out life”.

One thing about marriage is that you don’t drop your shoe or remove it at any point, no matter how painful or how stressful it is. That is why I thought it necessary to write you this letter.

Dear Singles, When you are ready to buy your own shoe please take note of these three things:

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE : Do not look for the beautiful ones, the nice ones or the cheap ones. Look for the one that is your size. Not every handsome, wealthy or intelligent guy is for you, not every beautiful woman is for you. Look for the one that is meant for you, the one that aligns with your values and belief, the one who you meet at your life’s journey. It is important to know where you’re going in life before you think of getting a wife.

POSITION : All sizes of shoes are not placed in the same place. There is a place for court shoes, laced up shoes, sport footwear, snickers etc. We have Children sizes, young people’s sizes and the adult sizes. Know where to get your own shoe. Your size cannot be everywhere my brother, your type cannot be everywhere my sister. You cannot be a Christian, and be looking for a wife material at a club. Your wife or husband can’t just be everywhere. Stick to your values and therein you shall find someone like you, but when your values are not defined anyone can just match you. Discover yourself and define your values.

PERCEPTION : In this kind of shoe purchasing enterprise, you are not permitted to try the shoe before you buy. This is why it is important to seek guidance and counseling, from people who have bought shoes before or are into the business of directing people to the right shoes (Pastors and Relationship coaches). And most importantly to avoid much time wasting time, simply consult the SHOE MANUFACTURER to tell you your size (GOD ALMIGHTY ).

“You do not prepare for wedding, you prepare for marriage.” Ladies these days get so motivated when they attend wedding and they will quickly want to say yes to that guy.

Wait!!! It is not just the wedding oh. The wedding is just one day. After the wedding WHAT NEXT?

Finally, it is not something you rush to the market and just pick a shoe because you like or can purchase it. Ask questions -Where is this shoe made from? (Background) -What’s the size (Values) -How much (His/Her interest) -How long will it last (His/Her Character) -Who made it? (Is she/He of the same faith This is compatibility) -Will it match me? (This is whether he/she love you and will accept you the way you are)

Dear one, remember many are dragging their foot and they would hardly reach their destinies, many are feeling endless pains and wish they could pull off the shoes but no way!!! I have seen people with beautiful shoes and when they show you their foot, you will see scars.

Beloved, it is not about the physical, it is the size, you can’t know the sizel from afar so come close, build a relationship first but remember ‘you are not permitted to try it before you buy it’.

And for those who have purchased the wrong shoes, you can still make it your size again if you’d consult the manufacturer and let Him have His way in your marriage. God bless us all.


My life is simply complicated,

I don’t understand the role I play in life anymore.

it feels like looking in a picture with no image.

I’m here but there is no history about me.

I’m living because others are still alive.

Counting the days hoping one day will be different from others.

Wishing one smile from you can make me laugh.

I need him today, tomorrow I let him walk away.

 As mistake ruins the day and regrets at night.
Trees don’t hustle yet they grow better than you.

You wrestle for love that will murder you in the open.

You fight for justice and after

you condemn the innocent.

You struggle to survive but life will leave when you need it the most.

You wait for time that doesn’t care about you.

You are living in a world that is crazy with mad people.

Then, everybody will chase the wind, run after smoke, try to touch the air.

The supernatural laughs at us, playing us like a toy… Dummies.

Working for evil, Blinded with wealth, Hungry for money.

The true fact is we die with nothing, nothing… No thing.


A Sex for Sale. 

Imagine my imagination
Eating with your desires
Trapped in a closet. 
Hungry meal 
Food for thoughts
Drunk in lust
Time raped distance. 
Dancing lemony
Singing juice 
Sex for sale
heat or frost
I sit on a pin
With a sword in my heart
A hole in my soul
Gold cheat love
With a justice staff. 
How dare you? 
Oh royal liar. 
Betrayal of the deafest 
I bow with agony
Till my dream come true. 
A sex for sale.  




    The day is fed up with light

And the night is fearful of darkness. 

The monsters are advancing, 

Soon a knock will be made. 

The Beast is beautiful, 

I dare, you will slip. 

Behold your comfort, 

For they will scam. 

The radio is preaching, 

As words are swimming

In my ocean of thoughts.  




Sound play

Baby crying



Scared Trauma

Endless coma

Slowly you turn into silence, 


till bad changes the balance


Rains of fire, snow of rocks

Watching match, fall on us

Then you smile three times dancing, 

As i watch you die. 




I have always wanted to be a Ghostwriter. 

Sitting under a tree, listen as stories grow. 

Love passes as hatred sneaks through shrouded. 

I shall study the ability to detect the pretence of man. 

For the Sun is a gossip and nothing is hidden under yet it is an Occult. 

What hope do i have then, 

When silence leaves me hopeless with a Yes or No. 

An answer not brave enough. 

The sin the fathers committed is paid by his Children. 

An unjustifiable act of Nature.. 

A blameless blame, 

The Wickedness of Family, 

The love that hurt. 

This i do not want to listen though i forgive but can not disremember. 

Nature can not deny my memory it’s remembrance of those wonderful bad times… 

When the bird sings all day, 

To have peaceful night. 

Or when the love for man, measured by his Sins. 

Or the Curse to climb a ladder in the dark. 

This is a life of counted time, 

And this things i have always conjured up. 

Once upon a time, 

i used to remember in a dream,

Where stranger meet strangers

Till death wakes you up to Nothingness. 



Sex Pill
Awake my sleeping appetite

spoon me till I want no more.. 

Your race is to quench my fire. 

Burnt desire, pleased pleasure
Sit up, don’t dull this moment. 

Take over the cover, beneath 

Let’s start what we can finish

The moon is set to watch and 

The stars await our moaning. 
Darling, please walk slowly

I don’t want this journey, end. 

Take your time, work on me. 

I need a repair for I despair. 
Increase my dose, 

increase your speed. 

I need the magic.

Spice up those fingers, 

To create a pathway

For what is mighty, I seek. 

Gently, rock the boat, 

And let the storm begin. 
Ride till you break down

I Will fix you back 

Like it’s emergency. 

You ride, I ride

You turn, I turn

But don’t stop

I’m on my way. 

Running to you in 

the middle of somewhere
I can’t go back

The beginning is far. 

Spoon me till I want no more..