Every poet on earth lives on another kind of planet A planet not yet discovered, an interesting one You look at her and she talks with herself in the other world She asks herself “What is he really staring at?”   Every single expression you make Every word that comes out of your mouth Can be used against you because She is made up of expressions and words   When you stare directly in her eyes Just know that you lost her to the other world A world made up of words She says to herself in herself “Eyes like a sunrise, like a rainfall Down my soul and I wonder why he looks at me like that What is he thinking? What’s behind that look? Just don’t tell me but it feels like love.


It is funny how we make rational excuses for being out of alignment Elizabeth Gilbert said “Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts and you are the slave to your thoughts” Whether you like it or not, things will happen Things happen everyday of our lives and will forever happen Things you can’t stop Things you do not have control of The decision lies with you Will you allow your emotions be in control or focus?   Must you react to everything?

IF I SHOULD DIE TODAY by ekuba ezia

Many times, the thought of fear ITSELF Is greater than ONESELF Someone once said “Fear is an aid to the warrior” “It is a small fire burning” “It heats the muscles, making us stronger” “Panic comes when the fire is out of control, consuming all courage and pride” We are made to fear death but

AN AFRICAN GIRL by ekuba ezia episode 2

They, say, “A roaring lion kills no game” because we already know what it possesses, its abilities and powers. It can be predicted. Can a homeless African girl be predicted? Can her future be foreseen by people? Hunger became my very good friend, poverty become my closest pal, sadness, brokenness and suicide become a visitor who visited once a while, though I wouldn’t have let them in if I had my own way.  I fought with them and sometimes overcame brokenness and sadness but I am very proud of myself because I never gave suicide a chance.  In all these, wisdom embraced me like never before. Life was normal with me until I experienced my first blood flow. I had no access to sanitary towel, neither did I have access to toilet roll. Even at a point when I had access to them, I had no purchasing power.

AN AFRICAN GIRL- episode 1 by ekuba ezia

“No matter how beautiful and well crafted a coffin might look, it will not make anyone wish for death” … Indeed, it won’t but I did. They say “When the shepherd comes home in peace, the milk is sweet” but I had no shepherd not to talk of he coming home in peace. I am a girl, a homeless African girl who has nothing. I grew up not knowing who my parents were.