I Lost My Spark

I lost my spark
The one that died in silence,
Not with a scream, but a sigh.
It lived in every word I wrote,
In every verse that used to cry.

I once wrote love like breathing,
As if my veins bled ink and longing.
Now the page stares back,
Blank as the space beside me.

Once, I could build worlds
From the curl of a smile,
Or drown in oceans made of eyes—
But now I stare through faces,
Looking for a pulse I can’t revive.

The poet in me still reaches,
But the lover has no hand to hold.
Even my metaphors feel cold.

I don’t write love,
Because love doesn’t write me back.
I miss the ache, the madness, the fire—
But maybe missing it
Is the last piece I have left to inspire.

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(ohun ti o gbìn ni o ká)
You reap what you sow

The BULLSHIT PROVERB

It so funny
How we get paid in the currency
We wouldn't trade with people
WE SOW GOOD JUST TO GET PAID WITH EVIL

I guess this is how Devils are made

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Iṣẹ́ l'oògùn ìṣẹ̀.
(Work is the Antidote for Poverty)

Work emerges, a potent fire.
Antidote to poverty's grasp,
In the toil, a promise blooms,
Hope dispels impending gloom.
Work, the potion, strong and true,
Poverty’s foe, Through diligence, a path is paved,
Poverty's grip gently braved.

Kira Kita O Dola

In realms where dreams and fortunes entwine
Hardwork, a vessel, a noble guide,
Yet not a compass of wealth
In life's vast tapestry, be aware.
For wealth, a symphony, diverse and grand,
Not just from toil, but fate's soft hand.
(Ka Sise Bi Eru O Daa Nkan)

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Obinrin (Woman)

She blooms like a garden in tender light,
Nurturing seeds with wisdom so bright.
(Arẹwà)

A cornerstone of family,
Her essence shapes society.
Her worth transcends the passing days,
In courage, love, she finds her ways.

A beacon strong, in diverse lands.
Her values woven, In a thread
Of empathy and harmony.

She's a symphony of resilience,
beyond compare,
Her worth transcends societal gaze,

A woman who behold her Value
Is a Timeless Scroll.

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Ọrọ (Words)


A symphony of language, both subtle and grand.

Where silence resides "Words" emerge as magic

And shape destines with invisible hands


In the arsenal of expression, they heal wounds deeps

Using letters and syllables as a medium.

Yet, uncontrolled they cut like knife,

A double-edged sword, shaping the tapestry of life.


In echoes of courage, they ignite the flame,

Fueling revolutions, a powerful name.

They paint the canvas of dreams and desire,

In the eloquence of words, passions acquire.


For words hold the power to build or destroy,

In their silent echo, we find both sorrow and joy.

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Igba O Lọ Bi Orere
(No season goes on endlessly)

Each chapter of life, like the fleeting seasons,
holds its unique essence.

Embracing this profound truth allows us to
navigate the intricate symphony of our journey.

Every joy, every challenge, is but a note in the
melody of our existence.
Just as no winter persists indefinitely,
no summer basks in perpetual glow.

Every victory and every hardship is merely
a note in the song of our life.

Seasons, like life's passages, embody the
fleeting nature of time, urging us to embrace the
ever-changing tapestry that defines our journey.

So, let us not fear the passing of seasons but rather
celebrate the kaleidoscope of experiences they bring

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Surviving Daily is the
"Bride Price" we pay
Just to get Married to DEATH

Who is getting married Next
Is what we don't Know!

Be it a beautiful Marriage
Or a Horrible One
Is Left to our Faith

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FAITHFUL TO THE LOVE I FELT:
In the heart's labyrinth,
Realm of love I once dwelled,
hearts reframe, Love's essence endures
in a love so fine, All I felt was real
And I still feel the SAME WAY till this day

JEALOUS OF THE LOVE I FELT:
A raging storm,
Envious of time that held us so warm,
In the echoes of passion's sweet knell,
A tale to tell, am envious of this feeling.
For I know I will never fell the same way again
Am jealous of this LOVE I feel

SAD FOR THE LOVE I FELT :
Sadness lingers as love takes a new train,
like soft summer rain, Cherished moments fade,
leaving an empty space, It so Sad
I won't Love the same way again.

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Faithful, jealous, and sad entwined,
Love's journey unfolds, leaving trails behind,
Though paths may alter, and hearts reframe,
Love's essence endures, in a different name

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In love's tender embrace, we find our light,

Yet goodbyes loom, shrouded in the night.
A symphony of joy and bittersweet sighs,
Love's essence lingers as we say our goodbyes.

Whispers of affection, like petals in the wind,
Moments cherished, memories twined and pinned.

In the tapestry of time, our hearts intertwined,
Love's eternal echo, in farewells, we find.

Tears traced the contours of a bittersweet smile,
As love's flame flickered, the distance worthwhile.

A symphony of heartbeats, a silent goodbye,
Yet echoes of our love shall never truly die.

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I have told people not to find comfort
in weird places
..
Now, I'm the one who built and live in the
weirdest of places
A Place Of Broken Hearts

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