2014 in review

2014 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

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A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 3,900 times in 2014. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 3 trips to carry that many people.

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My Kinda Warrior

My Kinda Warrior

 

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I love reading about warriors.
Not the ones with armors,
Knives as shields;
But those whose wrists
Demand a shield;
Their hands with knives
Dig through the skin;
With blood the consequence
Of it.

These warriors battle
with what’s within-
That ‘essence’ which neither
of us Can see;
A voice that’s strong and
fierce And grim;
An enemy no one but
the warriors Can feel.

Just one more time,
The voices scream;
You know you want to,
It’s your relief;
Oh how the voices
confuse and twist;
And lie their way into,
Making us bleed.

With time this voice can be
Diminished by will;
And the warriors they hide and-
bind their wrists
Drop the knives, shield the skin;
And they might bleed-
Tomorrow
But today, they choose to live.

When I was sixteen…

When I was sixteen…

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When I was sixteen, I wrote this poem 😀

How did I get here?
To the point of no return;
Where everything’s so gloomy and doomed,
With paths yet to be formed.

Without even a ray of light,
I feel so forlorn;
My hearts become as cold as Ice-
My soul, withering inside.

Glaring up at the sky at night,
Expecting to see stars;
But things are as dark as can be,
Silence being the ultimate sound.

No really, how did I get here?
I ask myself again;
Recalling all those times I spent,
In warmth and happiness.

I’ve got to let go of these ropes,
That keep holding me back;
Then run as fast as my legs can-
Far away, from this damn.

Then maybe if I get lucky,
I’ll find that beam of light;
My heart would melt but be intact-
My soul would come alive.

WordPress.. Problem … Help!!!

WordPress.. Problem … Help!!!

Is it just me? I haven’t been able to post comments on peoples blogs throughout today. I write a comment and Post it, but then, the comment section still appears blank showing me that I haven’t sent anything. I have to re-type the comment and send it again (and it still doesn’t appear) 😦

I have tried commenting on different blogs and posts but it just wouldn’t appear. I would to apologize to everyone for being AWOL from your blogs, it’s all wordpress’ fault (yeah, I’m blaming them). So if you see a like, I’m sorry, it’s not that I haven’t tried commenting but it just wouldn’t appear.

Does anyone know how I could signify for wordpress to fix this (if possible). Thanks 🙂  Also, I can reply to comments on my post, I just can’t post comment on others. And this is not my doing at all 😉

I Flogged you Because…

I Flogged you Because…

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“Ameena Garba, come here”, the teacher called me. I left my two friends M and K at the back of the class where I was seating and went to meet the teacher. She was an older woman who wore round glasses and whose son was also in the same class with me. The teacher was sitting at her desk with my notebook in front of Her and a chubby long cane lying on her desk. She knew it was my birthday, oh she knew it was my birthday but it didn’t stop her. The next thing I knew, my palms were outstretched in front of me and three strokes of cane were slapped onto it.

As a kid, I was notorious for noise making which in my defense is basically making conversation with words that when spoken sound too loud for a classroom. I was a talkative, I was restless and I was a whole lot of other things which for the sake of my now adult dignity I wouldn’t repeat. And so, If the teacher would have flogged me for any of that, it would have been a bit justified. Heck, if she would have flogged me for failing my maths class work, and that was a low probability because I was good at it, it would have still been justified.

But no, after flogging me, I was handed back my book and told it was because my handwriting was bad. I received three strokes of cane, on my eight birthday, in front of the whole class because I had bad handwriting. I went back to my seat with tears in my eyes and sought the comfort of my two Bffs. I received comfort and sorry looks from the other classmates as well, even though I think it’s because they wanted me to share my birthday goodies with them.

A few minutes passed, and I was called up once again by the same teacher who flogged me to take a share of the birthday goodies to the headmistress of the school. I clearly remember the teacher telling me that if the head mistress asks me why I was crying, I should tell her it was because I had bad handwriting hence I was flogged. Which now, If I was a headmistress would find it absurd. But that was the way it was back then.

That day I learnt a few things:
1) It doesn’t matter if bad handwriting is genetically inherited, some teachers would still blame you for it (that wasn’t the last time) and you might even get flogged for it;
2) Even If a Nigerian teacher flogs you black and white, they will still eat your birthday goodies without any shame.
3) Birthdays are meant to be awesome, but they are not in my case and that was only the beginning.

And that’s the story of my Life. Also, no hard feelings towards the teacher, I actually find it funny now when I think about it. 🙂 🙂

You are Loved

You are Loved

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You miss someone but,
They don’t care;
You drown In thoughts of-
one not there;
You contemplate should,
You let go?
What if he comes back,
Once again.

You miss someone but,
They’re not here;
You love someone that-
Doesn’t care;
It’s almost time for,
A fresh year;
You feel alone with-
Love in the air.

You need to know that-
you are loved;
By a nineteen year old-
Somewhere near;
She sends you love and
Sweets and hugs;
And needs you to know-
That you are loved.

To Kill A Mockingbird Quotes

To Kill A Mockingbird Quotes

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 I began re-reading “To kill a mockingbird” by Harper Lee recently and for the few who haven’t read it yet, this book has little to do with mockingbirds. For a very long time, Louisa May Alcott’s “Little women, Good wives” was on top of my favorite books list but after reading Mockingbird, there is now a shift in the top 3 position. 

 So today, I am going to share with you some of my favorite quotes from To Kill A Mockingbird:

1) You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view- until you climb into his skin and walk around in it

2) As you grow older, you’ll see white men cheat black men everyday of your life, but let me tell you something and don’t you forget it- whenever a white man does that to a black man, no matter who he is, how rich he is, or how fine a family he comes from, that white man is trash.

3) “Cry about the simple hell people give other people- without even thinking. Cry about the hell white people give colored folks without even stopping to think that they’re people too.”

4) People generally see what they look for and hear what they listen for.

5) I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do.

6) It’s never an insult to be called what somebody thinks is a bad name. It just shows you how poor that person is, it doesn’t hurt you.

7) People in their right minds never take pride in their talent.

8) Until I feared I would lose it, I never learned to read. One does not love breathing.              

                        And my personal favorite:

“It’s not time to worry yet”–  This particular quote was repeated through out the book numerous times. And now, anytime I feel down in the dumps, I think to myself, it’s not yet time to worry. 

                     Thanks for reading and Have a Lovely day! 🙂

Here’s to Friendship…

Here’s to Friendship…

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Here’s to friendship and more-
Trivial fights;
Boyfriend wars.

Here’s to friendship and more-
Pillow fights;
Mini hugs.

Here’s to friendship and more-
Battles won;
Families lost.

Here’s to friendship and more-
Miles apart;
Heart intact.

Here’s to friendship and more-
Secret pacts;
Love gone wrong.

Here’s to friendship and more-
Always there;
Sun or storm.

Here’s to friendship and more-
Greatest gift;
Love of Loves.

Quote: Demi Lovato

Quote: Demi Lovato

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I came across this quote while reading the book “Staying Strong: 365 days a year” by Demi Lovato. It is an inspirational and motivational book with 365 chapters, so you get one quote per day everyday for a whole year. I decided to pick this quote for this week’s writers challenge because every once in a while we all need a reminder that we can do it. Just because we are “not-so-good” in writing fiction doesn’t mean we can’t be writers, No. We all have the potential in us, we only need to figure out what we’re best at and the world would be our oyster. For some, this might be non-fiction, or poetry, or comedy sketches. But there is something you have the potential to be great at.

And of course, for some people, it doesn’t come overnight. We don’t just wake up and say, you know what, my zone is short stories writing. For some of us, it takes practice and trials to figure it out. And it’s not all the time that the piece we are writing comes out exactly the way we want it to. Trust me, when I read some of my old poems I’m like, what was I thinking?! But, the important thing is to realize even if we aren’t great at a particular “something”, we have the potential of being even greater at a whole other thing as long as we don’t give up and we keep pushing. And please, do not let anyone tell you otherwise.

So, that’s it! My writer’s quote Wednesday challenge. For more inspiring quotes, head over to SilverThreading where this event is being hosted

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Till next time … And have a lovely week ❤