Me and Myself

 Sometimes, I feel unloved and isolated. Lonely and sad mingled with worries and uncertainty. It is something that happens almost all the time. It got to a point I just felt I should be called "Just being me". Heartbreaking, right?? Well, this poem would tell you more about it. And let me know in the comment section if you ever feel this way.

Me and Myself

Drowned by the thoughts of guilt,

Mesmerized by the jingle of pain,

A soothing pain,

Beautiful songs I hear in my bones,

Causing cute griefs and tickling tears.

My merged ribs in sand I despise.

Clothed in shame for my lost ambition.

Unprepared for the sacred union

But eats the cake and have it before the destined time.

It ruins, It kills.

Creeps in slowly like the snail,

Blurs the vigour of my youth.

Then, streams of worries and regrets begin to form.

Alone, I claim to be.

Alone, I am.

My mind is filled with bottled pains.

The first few words I make,

Lowliness lies therein.

Difficulty to fathom my restlessness,

Confusion sets in,

Doubt creeps in, 

Fear dwells in,

Pain submerges me.

And I am left to live in my own world filled with quiet pain.

Festival Poetry Calabar 2019

This is another time of the year we have all being anticipating.💃💃 Festival Poetry Calabar is here again.😍 Do you understand what it means to have a festival just for poetry? A place where everyone is free to speak and alllow their voices to be heard? Those itchy thoughts scribbled in papers and pasted on walls of the media platform? We want to hear all of it.. You just have to show up😊

This year's theme is tagged "Poets in the Digital Age: Bytes and Heights" 
Poetry have lived on hearts and papers for so long. As a result of technology and innovation, the creation of social media was birthed. Now poetry has new homes on the digital space. The space were we can all learn from each other and concur to our experiences and thoughts. 
 "Nigerian Digital Poetry is a Literary art form erected on the superstructure of traditional oral poetry and appropriate indigenous aesthetics in symbiotic relationship with the global in the synergized digital platforms" - Peter Onyekachi Onuoha.

So let's come together to learn, have fun and make memories with poetry in the Digital Age.
The countdown has started!!
29 DAYS LEFT🤯 
~18th and 19th December, 2019
James Ene Henshaw Foundation, beside Transcorp Hotel, Highway, Calabar.
~20th December, 2019
Transcorp Hotel, Highway, Calabar.

You've got to register to be there.
Just register @ www.festivalpoetry.com
See you there😊

Happy

  Have you ever wondered what you will do when you realize the time of your death is drawing closer? Like you know when your time is up? Well, this is a poem I wrote of what most people will do. I hope you enjoy it.

HAPPY

Just as the clock ticks,
Seconds, minutes,
Hours, days,
Weeks, Years,
Tread cautiously.

Souls, hearts,
Lives, beings,
Fade,
All fading,
Slowly.

Aware,
Unaware,
Still fade.

Just a thought,
A clue,
A feeling,
A tiny fear,
All of Death.
Awakens the "good".

A step to rectify,
A step to forgive,
A step to bury,
A dangerous step to hope,
Love, happiness, rest and peace.

Dwelling in Fairy tales and daydreams
Smiling with caution,
Recalling blessed moments,
Flash of regrets,
Swayed away.

All to be happy,
To be free,
To be clean.
Pure plus Peaceful.
To settle the inner mind,
The inner voice,
The spirit within.

For the treasure above all....

Hi guys!!

  I'm Ada. Welcome to my blog. Here, I would be sharing with you guys my thoughts on life through poetry, flash fictions, food and art.. 
Welcome on board, peeps☺️