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YES, I AM A WOMAN By Itohan Ekle

Yes, I am a woman,
But I am also human.

Yes, I am a woman,
But I possess a free mind.

I am a true one,
With stories of perseverance,
That has stretched across generations.

I might be a woman,
But I won’t be society’s crude,
To refine and sell however they deem fit.

I won’t accept the sexist…

DO YOU SEE HER_A poem By Itohan Ekle

“Do you see her?”
“Who?”
“Her,” she says, pointing to the window.
“I don’t see anyone or hear any voices. Are you okay?”
She is standing right there.
“There is no one there.”
“Are you freaking blind? She is right there!”

She could feel the little girl’s uneasiness with the woman having company.
The girl liked being…

The African Tapestry

The African Tapestry
In Savanna’s Golden Light,
Where Acacia Trees Stand Tall and Bright,
A Tapestry of Cultures unfolds in a Rich Brocade of Stories Yet Untold.
From pyramids to grand kingdoms,
Africa’s history is rooted in desert sand,
And the rhythms of djembe drums beat strong as ancestors’ spirits sing a timeless song.

Colours dance…

Turning Waste into Wealth

I am Favour Ojieh, chemical Scientist founder of VOCA (voice of Climate Action); growing up in Obiaruku, Delta State, Nigeria, surrounded by lush green landscapes and natural beauty, I developed an innate love for the environment.

But it wasn’t until my NYSC service year in Bayelsa, where I was assigned…

If I Die Young

If I die young,
Bury me in satin,
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Conceal all my bruises with the smell of tears,
Send me away with words of deception
And dare not say I was a good person

I don’t need anybody to amplify what a failure I was
I had the demons…

POEM: Church, Money and Pastors

Church, my safe space
Church, my home ground
Church, my pillar of strength
I come to you and feel the connection
I rely on you for any other burdens that weigh on me
Church, you are the way and light to salvation.

Pastors have taken over
Pastors have changed it all
Pastors have seen the gap
Then, who…

Growing up without a father

Growing up in a rural small village here in Africa, I knew what it meant to struggle. My father had passed away when I was just nine months old, leaving my mother to care for our family of seven alone. Four boys and three girls, including my disabled brother,…

POEM: For The Sake Of My Child

It’s okay, I’ll be strong,
But being a woman isn’t easy – all day long.
I carry a heavy load, the burden of expectations high,
A heavy heart with judgments to hold.

I wear many hats, with roles to juggle,
Care for others, work, and handle this and that,
I put others first, giving until…