Tag: art
Regardless of the colors the sky chooses to bless us with, she’s always beautiful.
Nature brings healing, all you need to do is breathe!
SOME NIGHTS!
Some nights we stay awake thinking of the Future that will be and the present we detest.
On nights like this, I reminisce on what could have been but is yet to be. I blame myself for all my inabilities and think of a thousand and one ways to make my life better.
Some nights, we struggle with these blood-sucking demons who wouldn’t let us focus on our thoughts, their constant bites are a reminder of our dreaded reality
On nights like this, I feel like a failure betrayed by success. For I have what it takes to be better than I already am.
Success is a friend of many but failure has taught me who my true friends are. Still, I will rather be successful, for when I am, I will do well in carefully picking my friends
On nights like this, I watch the planes fly over our heads and wonder when I can finally fly. I say to myself, “girl you will fly soonest for all things are possible”.
Some nights, I tune from one radio station to another, listening to nighthawks wondering why they’re not asleep while the world is.
On nights like this, I surf through the “picture-perfect” feeds of others, I even dare to check the price tags of things I want but can’t afford.
Yes! On nights like this nights, I write beautifully on my journals with my ear plugged listening to different genre of music
Some nights, I am just grateful to be alive and healthy so, I choose to meditate and worship for that is enough. Tonight is some night.
To the keepers of the Chronicles
I am a dreamer. does it matter if I’m a day or night dreamer?
Sometimes, I spend so much time in my thoughts that I lose fragments of reality. Maybe that’s why I care less about the voices screaming at me and listening more to the quiet ones within me.
My mind is my canvas, my thoughts my brush while words are my paints. Depending on the color I choose to see as an artist, I can immortalize you on the pages of my heart and still leave an eternal imprint on yours.
I own the canvas, and brush, and choose my paints carefully so, I can do no wrong for there’s no such thing as a “mistake” in art.
And, yes sometimes, my brush fails me, my canvas refuses to magnify my works still I strive to thrive for I know grace ease and paves ways
So, to the keepers of the chronicles, I hope you keep what needs to be kept and discard what shouldn’t for I will rather adore and adorn you with my words.
Tales of a Young Nigerian 