Is life worth living? I want to die. There’s just enough pressure to BE. To see the world at XX and settle. There’s the one […]
Shobb's
August Visitor
If I told you I had secrets to show, you would believe, but you won’t believe totally that they are personal until you read some. […]
Privileged
I’m Okon, Joel Nnanna, the third born and first son in the family of six. I’m that “Okon” thought to be a “Cross Riverian” but […]
My Life, Your Experiment.
As promised, this is my own story in 5 minutes.😁 Not long ago I discovered my late brother was writing his story. I think he […]
Moments And Memories: The passing.
A time comes in our lives when we map out what our lives have to read, and a time comes when our lives truly becomes […]
Time by Inkspill
Time does not wait when the clock is brokenQuiet is the sound of the hanging clock but soon a month slips awayWe can never say […]
Going Offline
Did you even notice I was offline yesterday?Yeah, I thought so too. . . who cares as such; I was still gonna subscribe and we’ll […]
Farts Fired
I remember this guy here, never got his name, I told him to strike a pose and here’s what I can look back on. […]
The Whistle Is Our New Alarm
I found out I had not been sharing, I had only been shelling. This prompted me to share on my Facebook page for the period, […]
Check Your Heart
Once more the cursor is re- directed at my color like I’m a mistake of nature. Once more my kinds face extinction from beings –just […]
Children’s Day
May 27th looks to be the day the children get attention, other days? They crave it. I’ve been sick with this cycle and the emptiness […]
LENS
Hey! How’s your day coming? How’d your day go? How. . .so I thought to drop this apostrophe. Hope you love it! Times I be […]
Writing A Happy Poem
This past week, I recall telling a friend that he could write a happy poem when sad, he simply had to lie to his emotion, […]
The Child Inside
Truly, when we speak of children, we point fingers; we tend to fill in on those spaces with the ones much younger than us in […]
Wooing Mum
Recently, I’ve been trying my hands on prose and guess what. . .it feels rosy, but you might have another opinion. This was one of […]