Invisible Women

Beauty should never be narrowed in the first place
what about the saying variety is the spice of life.

SUM City

One of the biggest stories to captivate entertainment headlines this year has been the emergence of Lupita Nyong’o. Her Oscar winning performance as Patsey in 12 Years a Slave catapulted her to the forefront of the public eye. Once there, she has developed almost a second career as the Queen of the Red Carpet, appearing at film festivals looking flawless in stunning gowns that designers are falling over themselves to dress her in. This summer she landed the cover of People magazine’s 50 Most Beautiful issue. Her Oscar acceptance speech about what defines beauty sparked a wave of affirmation from women around the world who fight daily to be seen as attractive and desirable within themselves when bombarded constantly with a narrow standard of beauty. Lupita is the most recent black female star to explode into pop culture but obviously she isn’t the only one. From Michele Obama to Olivia…

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I was in my kitchen washing dishes the other day, out of no where a word just popped into my head and I thought about it for a while and came to the realisation the world revolves around it. From deaths, births, wealth, health to dress size, shoe size, life span, age calories intake, days, months, years, just name it everything we do is measured in figures. So this got me thinking what if there was another way we could measure and if there was, would it have matterd?

Welcome to Baga


Size Forty One

Welcome to Baga
where nightmares live
and dreams go to die
I had heard the men talk in low tones about what they did to Chibok
and how the nation stood still for a day and moved on

Mama never thought they would come
we have soldiers here, she would brag
oh but you see, they did
last night while men slept, they crept in on us 
plundered our lands and set our homes on fire

It burned so beautifully that it reminded me of the fireworks last Christmas 
mama and papa were taken away in that van
perhaps they will be back tomorrow 

my shoes were left behind
the ones mama bought me for school
but my life is worth more
and so I ran through the forest until I came to a temporary place of solace
where a million other children dwelt

Every night since Baga
I wake…

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Time, they say is money. Time is precious once lost you can’t get it back. It’s a cool Sunday morning lying lazily on my bed with so much spare time on my hand going through  my mails, Facebook, twitter i got so bored and fed up. I realized that there isn’t much interesting things out there so I decided to write about it hoping someone,somewhere will connect with my plight and understand how I feel. I thought to myself to start blogging I could improve my writing skills to say the least or more so connect with so many like me out there. So here  I am with my first blog Hoping to inspire someone to do positive things with their spare time, it doesn’t have to be something beneficial to yourself as long as it will have a positive impact on somebody’s life then it’s worth the time.