It Can’t Be Put Into Words

Posted: February 13, 2016 in Uncategorized



I wish to write

With profound language

But all I get is a

Second grade scribble.

Why can’t my thoughts

Form into smart words?

So many ideas of complexity

And possibly brilliance

That are trapped inside me.

Like a mute that wishes to speak.

A deaf to hear, the lame to walk.

It simply cannot happen,

And oh how it hurts!

Listen to what I’ve figured out!

But none of it makes sense to them.

Maybe one day someone shall…



Until then, I can only keep trying,

Though I’ll most likely fail,

To convey my thoughts and

Revelations in such a way to

Show intelligence and wonder.

I pray that the day shall soon come.


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Jingle Time Machine

Posted: December 27, 2015 in Uncategorized
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Still in the spirit of Christmas, it’s never too late to celebrate Christ😌. This lovely piece was written by a friend of mine who goes by the pen name Aderie…enjoy!


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
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.

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!!😘😘😘.


Let them rot away in the forest. Marry them off to strangers. Give them no education. No good food. Don’t bring them back. Hadiza is supposed to be in the university studying medicine to help her village back home but she’s carrying the third child of a thug. Keep her there till she dies in a latter birth. We sit back and dwell in our quixotic dreams of a better country, but never pray. We do all but speak good of our country, Nigeria. But what good is there? When we are all myopic-minded and chickenhearted. We shout ‘Up Chelsea’, ‘Up NEPA’, together with gladness…why don’t we jump up and raise the national flag. Raise the name together, as one.

The radicals parade with their placards. Who are they really speaking to? The ones on the couch, eyes glued to TV screen, making sounds of empathy but really waiting for the entertainment news. Or is it just a publicity stunt for a supposed propaganda? Is it political? Goodluck Jonathan is out, the placards are down. Why are we advocating to have them back? Is it better on this side? Are they even still alive? All these questions and more bug my sixteen year old mind.

Which way next Nigeria? What do we really want? When are  we going to regain the lost years and claim our motherland? Until we stop staggering in a blinding haze of chronic myopia and choose to see the light, the right way…don’t bring back our girls, our future.

🙋 I’d love to hear from you in the comment box below👇

God is Not Dead!

Posted: October 28, 2015 in Uncategorized
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I hope this inspires someone….

Failing sucks,
It sure does.
Hands deep down in pockets
Head down.
Walking through the valley of damnation
Feels like a pitch dark alley
With attackers lurking around
In closed areas.
He feels like this is the end
Of the road for him.
The final bus stop
And the driver refuses to go on.
He wants to commit suicide.
He just cannot go on
With the stench of failure,
The agony of defeat.
He feels like the clouds
Did more than just rain down
Cats and dogs
Feels more like elephants
And buffaloes
He screams at the heavens
That is the only word
That seems to be entwined
With his gray matter.
Swimming in the pool
Created by his unending tears
He finally comes to realization
And acknowledges that
God is not dead.
            –‘Fiõda G.                 TheBlackGazelle…

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.


My Love for Spag.

Posted: October 28, 2015 in Uncategorized


I remember high school days of spaghetti “spag.”, as we fondly called it. The good ole days. Tuesday and Friday mornings always had the dining hall filled up. Those were two days I almost never missed my breakfast. Know why?? It was spaghetti!!😜. Almost everyone loved spag. It was a mutual feeling. One always had to check for her cutlery the night before, in order not to be found wanting.*lol*

The drawing above was done with a pen and pencil. I won’t exactly call it a finished work, I just decided to stop there… I got the drawing from the cover of a book titled ‘The right way to eat spaghetti’. It is an etiquette book of manners you wish you knew.:roll:
      Stay blessed and keep chowing down spag.!!