Let’s work together

Coronavirus is real and can have devastating consequences especially in vulnerable people. Despite this knowledge, we must not cower in fear. Instead, we must live and thrive as well as pay attention to our hygiene now more than ever. Let's protect our own. Let's all do this. Let's conquer this blimey virus. Together, we will …

Preventing COVID-19

Moth path

The moth seeks moon light But is tricked by lesser lights Quick death beckoning Ife sat outside all evening wrapped in her flowery satin house coat after she had put Emeka to sleep. She watched moths fly towards the fluorescent garden light, kissing the glow of the lamp again and again until they fell onto …

Dark place

Onye rolled in dirty gritty slime. She locked herself in this dark space, devoid of air, every time she remembered his hands on her body. She peered through the thick storm windows at the other Onye, her hands lingering on the frame. Unable to reach her, she could only wish she was her as she …

Watermelon girl

Enid tricked this girl Golliwogs were just her dolls Come alive in books The world woke her up 'Watermelon lips' she's called Glass ceilings in place Her heart's untarnished Though obvious ills unspoken Assail her daily Her lips and skin speak "Watermelon girl, you're 'spesh'!" Leave the unread be ❤Aweni Image and poetry ©Aweni Adams …

Never give up!

    "Giving up is not an option!" Mother's words echoed as I reached my breaking point. Her words from many years ago became a lifeline that pulled me back to reality. Her darks eyes had held mine unwaveringly as she said them, urging me to never forget. Now, I must muster the strength to survive …

Do not stand still!

I was the poster child of success. I don't mean the kind of success most of us desire these days. Ergo, fat bank accounts, fast cars and big houses are not what I'm talking about. I mean the kind of success where you have never failed. Never failed a test. Never failed an exam. Never failed …

My mood’s mistress

  My mood's mistress is here again. With my mood, She plays a game. In my heart, She causes pain. In my brain, A sense of doom. In my pant, A gloomy red. I stand or sit, At her beck. But only for A time so short. Until she lends my mood Back to me. …

A case of an imagined ugliness

My beloved, Would you believe me, If I sang of how the sun rises From your arched brows, How your buttocks look Like twin moons, How the part of you through which you breath Is aquiline and cute, How your eyes sparkle like jewels, How your ears ooze perfection, How your skin is smooth Like …

Letter to a dead mum

Do you now see, Why I was tagged a mouse? Why I shivered when spoken to? Why the angles of my mouth are down turning? Why the creases between my brows are deep as gullies? Why my voice makes no sound, no matter how loud I shout? Why I run off like a dog, tail between …