Tuesday 27 October 2015
Chronicles of an IJGB: Not every weekend tun up.
I did not enter a club in Lagos this weekend... somebody say HALLELUJAH!!!
Wednesday 21 October 2015
Chronicles of an IJGB: Ghost Town
It's been over a month since the last post. You'd think nothing has happened in Lagos. The truth is, so much has happened and I've lost track and recollection. I never knew where to start from so I kept telling myself that I'd update you guys 'next week' Boy oh boy... the weeks have been fun filled. I don't even know how to give a detailed summary of whats been going on since the last post. I'll try and bring highlights
Church
I went to church for the first time in 6 weeks... or there abouts. I forgot how much I love going to church. I don't know if it's society that's implanted that it's a place of renewal or that I'm always filled with the spirit.. I'm still struggling in my understanding, but I do know that whenever I attend service and the word speaks to me, I'm happy. That's how church makes me feel, so I guess this Christianity thing is right. For me... and as I grow, I hope i can share that with you.
Church
I went to church for the first time in 6 weeks... or there abouts. I forgot how much I love going to church. I don't know if it's society that's implanted that it's a place of renewal or that I'm always filled with the spirit.. I'm still struggling in my understanding, but I do know that whenever I attend service and the word speaks to me, I'm happy. That's how church makes me feel, so I guess this Christianity thing is right. For me... and as I grow, I hope i can share that with you.
Sunday 11 October 2015
Demons And Sex Appeal!
LONG TIME NO POEM!!!
Ever since my Grandma died, I've had difficulty writing. It could be a coincidence, it could be an excuse but that's my story. So I started listening to other peoples stories. Hurt, Pain, Joy whatever... and one thing that struck me most were the heartbreak stories. It wasn't the stories, it was how we found humour in the experience and could laugh away the pain.
I've used the stories of different females, and how guys have avoided relationships but come up with things they like about us... this poem outlines the general sex appeal which guys discuss, and goes on to explain that it's the sex appeal that they like not us. It's based on a collection of stories told by victims of the 'Yoruba Demon' stereotype.
Ever since my Grandma died, I've had difficulty writing. It could be a coincidence, it could be an excuse but that's my story. So I started listening to other peoples stories. Hurt, Pain, Joy whatever... and one thing that struck me most were the heartbreak stories. It wasn't the stories, it was how we found humour in the experience and could laugh away the pain.
I've used the stories of different females, and how guys have avoided relationships but come up with things they like about us... this poem outlines the general sex appeal which guys discuss, and goes on to explain that it's the sex appeal that they like not us. It's based on a collection of stories told by victims of the 'Yoruba Demon' stereotype.
Demons and Sex Appeal
It's the way you have the confidence to stare
That creates a strong tension in the air.
It's the swish and sway of your Peruvian hair
And how you look amazing no matter what you wear?
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