Versatile Blogger Award

I would like to appreciate bjgaulton : Toutons Tubas and Other Tales for for nominating me for this award. Thank you so much.

I was born and raised in Nigeria in Ibadan. I studied English at the University of Ibadan in Nigeria . I love writing, reading, teaching, exploring and shopping. I like making people happy, kids and nature. I love watching sunset. I dislike injustice, oppression and discrimination of any kind.

Blogging to me is a medium of expressing my thoughts, feelings and opinion. It is a way to socialize and connect with different people over the world through the web.
I found blogging or it found me at a time when I was almost caught off from the rest of the world. When my social life was reduced to zero, through it I was able to vent, reconnect and heal. I have met so many people who share the same passion and dream with me and they have helped and encouraged me a lot.
Blogging has helped me to improve my writings, overcome blocks, procrastination and be engaged in something meaningful.

My 15 nominees are:
Ben Naga
Purpleray’s blog
Dom Di Francesco Black and White
Annie’s Poetry Blog
Shawn L. Bird
Angies Grapevine
Belinda Crane
Oke Iroegbu Poetry From West Africa
Nomzi Kumalo
Jide Badmus
Hardethaewoh’s blog
Nikki Skies

Versatile Blogger Award
1.Show the award on your Blog
2.Tell something about yourself stating a) your country of origin 2) Likes & Dislikes 3) School where you studied
3. Thank and acknowledge the person who nominated you.
4. Share some facts of life leading to your blogging or what made you blog?
5. In your opinion, is blogging worth your time spent? Explain or expand your answer.
6. Nominate 15 persons
7. Link your nominees and let them know.

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“Nobody can understand what it is like to be an amputee, except another amputee.”
The Gold is a platform for amputees who are going through the challenge, those who have moved farther in this journey, and the newest travellers. To help and support one another through their journey to fulfilment.

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Thank you to the 175 poets who participated in our Me, as a Child Poetry Series

Originally posted on Silver Birch Press:

logo_poetry1 Silver Birch Press extends a heartfelt thank you to the 175 poets from around the world who participated in our ME, AS A CHILD Poetry Series during April and May 2015. Our deepest gratitude for your brave and beautiful work!

Sue A’Hern (Wales)
Tobi Alfier (California)
Sandra Anfang (California)
Maria Luisa Arroyo (Massachusetts)
Stephanie Baird (Massachusetts)
Chloe Balcomb (England)
Danny P. Barbare (South Carolina)
Julie Brooks Barbour (Michigan)
Jim Barron (England)
Renee Bartovics (Connecticut)
Ruth Bavetta (California)
Roberta Beary (Maryland)
Esmeralda Bernal (Arizona)
Rick Blum (Massachusetts)
Greta Bolger (Michigan)
Alina Borger (Iowa)
Anne Born (New York)
Patricia Brooks (U.S.)
Mandy Brown (Texas)
Cynthia Bryant (California)
Kathleen S. Burgess (Ohio)
Laura Byro (New Jersey)
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm (England)
Angela M. Carter (Virginia)
Kevin Casey (Maine)
Barry Charman (England)
Sudasi J. Clement (New México)
Wanda Morrow Clevenger (Illinois)
Joan Colby (Illinois)
Ginny Lowe Connors (Connecticut)
Patrick Connors (Canada)
Beth Copeland (North Carolina)

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The Grinning Ghost

It’s there
and then it’s not
teasing and taunting
not a soothe of hand
can succor bring
it lands hard on emptiness

The mouth without caution
can chew
when the rotten tooth is pulled
ne’er with a hacked limb
pulling and tugging
fluttering and trembling
itching and twitching
you can’t touch
you can’t scratch
save a pat on the stump
like an itch on a crotch

Never sleeps; never dies
not a rest ; nor an ease
for the tormentor,
or the tormented
till the rest goes to rest.

Pray, leave
go torture the physician
who hacked you off,
quit appearing and disappearing
like an advert on tv.

Not my desire that you die first
tis the cruel fate life dealt me
since you can stay not,
quit lingering; stay on the other side
and rest awhile
for this body, craves
a little rest.

The First Rain

High in the blue sky
a dark lonely cloud
shadows the sun
above them, thunder rumbles;
and the trees humbly bow
to the incessant wind.

Beneath them,
shadows grow shorter and taller
from the north,
dust thick as fog gathers,
whirls and twirls
filling the sky with
murkiness and junks.

A lone leave circles and floats
blindly, undecided to rest
or join in the tumult
and then landed at my feet
I looked up as a tiny droplet
perched on my nose~
It’s the first rain.


Life gives me new meaning everyday
Yesterday, I lived for others
Their happiness my drive
Life showed me stiff and weariness
Hope lent me her strength
Today, I live for me
She showed me fulfilment and joy
Strength and courage my companion
Hope becomes me
I need not borrow
They’re mine

Words That Breathe

From the four winds of the earth
Came breath to breathe on the slain
In the valley of dry bones
Where heads sat apart,
Bones scatter about, yet intact

At the command of Him
Whose words formed the earth
Came words that breathe
On the slain of Israel
Sinews for the stiffs
Bones to bones
Flesh to flesh
With a loud thunderous shake
The slain awake

Never say bones are dry
Never say hope is lost
With words that breathe
Your dry bones can walk
With words that breathe
Your slain shall wake

To Sisterhood

your brilliant smile
like the morning sun
my daily anodyne

its brightness eclipsed
the looming gloom
in the hall of torment

filling my heart
with warmth
and my aching bones
with joy

your innocent positivity
barred the constant
of speedy end

your love and care
stilled the waves
of hopelessness

every morning
my eyes searched
for yours
my daily dose of
strength and courage

your tender hands
soothed my wounds
and hastened their

you stilled my fears
and shared my fears
you calmed my restlessness
and eased my sleeplessness
you sweetly filled the hollowness
left by a lover’s absence
thanks angel
for being you.