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Finally the shell is cracking off without damaging the egg within.
I performed a poem of mine in spoken word for the first time ever, on Saturday.This was at Diverse /Thy Verse/, the maiden edition hosted by Clemency Green [@thatpoetclem]. I felt… different, afterwards. Different in a way I can’t exactly lay a finger on. Thinking of the cold feet that tried to get a grip on me. It was truly an experience. I just feel kinda excited that I actually tried it out. Wasn’t so bad after all. Though it wasn’t such a perfect run. I know I’m right on track. God’s got me :)…
-BREAKING THE SHELL

To write or not to write?

Nah, that’s left out

To speak or not to speak?

Now,thats the question that made my fear reach it’s peak.
You see,Home to me was what my shell was

My comfort zone, my favourite zone

my safety blanket, the one that warms you up the most

On the coldest nights, you know

That one that never lets you down

That lets you lie in green pastures

Or rather withered grass from past errs

and lost hope

She tells me I can’t cope

With the struggles and trails that life may bring

And that I’m better off without even trying

Once the Ying to my yang

The flip to my flop

My tango partner

The one whose music magically got me swaying to

The bitter bits of self doubt
We were inseparable

Like a snail to its shell

who retreats at the slightest sign of danger

So I was to strangers

The ones that tell you of things

To ‘try this out’, ‘Come out from your shell’

But that just seemed like hell to my ears

Cos for so long I’d listened to the devil’s lies

That lingered  even in my subconscious

And with his viles he construed my mind to believing I was just a  sea of confusion

Meanwhile what I really failed to see

Was that the shell was all a facade

A mask masking my inner strength

Shading the true length of whatever abilities that may be

And all I needed was the Son

To bask in His glory

And trust Him soley
Today

I stand before you all

As I take a step in cracking that shell

Just as Rome wasn’t built in one day

The bricks of the wall I so diligently built round myself over the years can not be broken in one day

But I know they are crumbling

I feel it

I feel it in my bones

So though I may stumble and fall

Just like the sun that sets and rises up at dawn

I will rise again

I wasn’t

built to break.
*Dances in cracked up shell*💃💃💃.

Stay tuned to this space😘😘.

A Chilly Visit

Posted: January 14, 2017 in Poetry
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​Harmattan revisited this morning

With a gentle yet pronounced kiss

He sauntered in with no fore warning

And owned the place

I don’t know what time he’ll go

But I sure do not want a lengthy visit
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My estranged lover

Gave me a visit

An unexpected one to be told

He promised to make me white

With fear

I always figured he was delusional

I forgot to put up my guard last night

So he barged in this morning

With a mission

‘To dry me up’

To make my streams of water

Colder than ice

He gave his word

To ‘take care’ of everyone else 

If he did it before

He can do it again

                                                 ©Fiõda Gideon

              

 I woke up this morning to a white face and a literal set of cold feet. So I set my pen in motion and came out with the two poems above. Both poems are harmattan inspired. 

Vaselined  lips and icy baths ☕
Fiõda✌

Smell the Coffee.

Posted: December 22, 2015 in Poetry, Uncategorized
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That wicked temptress,
She is so much fun to be with,
But isn’t much fun herself.
She is ever so courteous
And raps sweetly at your door
Always.
You know you shouldn’t let her in.
You know you have a choice
Not to let her in,
But you fling all caution to the wind
And open up wide.
“Come in, come in”,  you say to her
You’re  beguiled by her promise
To let Work take care of itself.
You hear the silent sobs of Work
To be attended to, he is on his knees
For a little attention.
She silences the ‘noise’ in your head.
“One more hour of sleep won’t hurt”,
She coos.
You realize you’re walking headlong
Unto Destruction Broadway
But who really cares?
Who even invented that silly quote
‘Time waits for no man’?
Time is your longtime friend
Ever faithful,
You wish.

That wicked temptress…
So she is wicked now,huh?
When she fed you extra,
Gave you an hour more of sleep,
Prevented you from getting some ‘disease’
From overworking,
She was your best bud then.
Before you foolishly fell prey to her wiles,
You were warned.
You shut your ears
To anyone who tried to warn you.
Now you’re sad 😥

Wake up and smell the coffee
Do something
Go an extra mile
Continue and finish up what you started
Reality has so much in store for you.
Vitanda est improba siren desidia: One must avoid that wicked temptress, Laziness.
Horace.

The year is coming to an end. There are two ways to take this news. Either you’re like “Yay! Finally” or “Wow,so fast’, depending on how the year was for you. How would you review 2015? Full of bitterness and sadness or one of your best years yet? This is the time to start making resolutions and goals for the new year,if you haven’t already. Don’t be lazy. What would you love to start doing I’m 2016 and what habits would you want to end? I’ll tell you one I would so love to put a leash on…laziness 😪.

How far are you willing to push yourself in 2016? How far are willing to push yourself beyond your comfort zone, to try something new and adventurous? Wake up and smell the coffee, before life happens without you. Happy new year in advance🎉🎉. Stay blessed!!😘😘😘.

I Believe.

Posted: October 28, 2015 in Poetry
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textgram_1451180272.pngI wrote this poem a long time ago. Well, precisely February,2014. How time flies! Very soon 2016 will be knocking at the door…

I believe in God
I believe in love
I believe in art
I believe in the rain
I believe in pain before gain
I believe in peace in Nigeria
I believe that the phrase
‘Peace in Nigeria’ could be used
As an example of simile
: As peaceful as Nigeria
Rather than as an example of irony
:Nigeria is a peaceful country
I believe in myself
That I can do all things
Through Christ who strengthens me
I believe in the color purple
I believe the grass on my side
Will grow greener
I believe in the Word of God
I believe in having dignity
And self respect
I believe in good books
I believe in waiting for the right time
I believe everyone is beautiful
You just have to search it out
I believe the sky is my limit
I believe in angels on earth
To make my life better
I believe that I’m a character in
A movie\book called Life
I believe in miracles
I believe in making mistakes
At first
I believe happiness
Comes first from within
I believe in trusting less
– ‘Fiõda G.