Baskadia

Memories

These days

‘… No! But, I hope he is different from the rest of presidents we’ve had oo. And why are you calling him ”upcoming president” when the elections hasn’t even come self?’ ‘ E be like say you no sabi this country they call Nigeria. They will just rig this election and give it to Ola Kunle. You know Ola Kunle is almost a Fulani since his mum is a Fulani.’ ‘wow! I never thought of that. These and more are reasons I dislike voting – rigging, gun shots and the rest of violence.’ ‘Common fuel that we ow

Back to yesterday

Life, indeed, is in phases and no matter how hard you try, you may not be able to keep up with a single phase forever. One thing common to all men is growth; especially the biological one. While you need to intentionally put in efforts to see yourself grow in other aspects of life, your biological growth just happens without any deliberate effort. Your chronological age increases as long as you're alive and whether you're prepared or not, every new age opens you up to new realities. Few weeks ag

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WHEN A PICTURE TELLS A STORY

WHEN A PICTURE TELLS A STORY (A #throwback ) Looking at this picture, I can't help but smile because of the beautiful memories it gives. This is a picture of Thebeezybee while in primary school, 😁 at Murna Children School. I really can't remember much but this picture has a lot of stories of different persons. I can still remember Uncle Idris, my teacher and the names of some of my classmates; Zainab, Fatima, Mariam, Oluchukwu, Hajara, Tope, Bello, Hadiza, Helen,Evelyn, Peju, Chinazor,Obinna, R

Forgotten Memories Stored In Photographs

A lot of our photographs growing up are filled with memories we don't remember. It shows the importance of capturing moments you can look back to and as a way to remember friends because they can't stay forever.

Age changed ERA

at point of the age the problem becames more curious

Mysterious memories

It's an original script written by me. In this poetry, the writer references to the power of memories and compares the drops of raining with memories and the fear of losing his beloved concerns the writer. In the end, As raining comes to an end and memories disappear. Then the mind becomes colourless.

People change

I'm taking my leave But the fragments,the remisiscents of the day I first came here remains Life was the bluest sky,changing into a darkest night I had spend crescent of my life in oblivion I wasn't the mould you wanted to carve Wasn't your canvas to paint I was a stranger in your space I was the ivy growing on every inch of your being My eyes were opened to your pain but was too far away to do anything I was the wild fire that goes out of control Burns the haven, the stars, the atoms of the tin

College Students

Tree of memories

A lovely night to watch

Memories

Friend party

Woods lead you to your memories

Whenever I visit the forest or a place that's far away from the chaos of this world it always make me travel back into time and I remember all the bitter sweet memories sitting there and realizing how time has passed so swiftly.

Dear Dad

Dear Dad is a message of a son to his late dad

Real Hero

Every Father is a Fighter. They Protect their family from Hard time. Do respect them and realize they are Real hero.

BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES

They are like dews, whetting the appetite of my heart, Making me smile and laugh, I am glad that I have them. They came in phases of my life a baby, a teenager, a young adult and as an adult. I remember Looking into my mother's eyes as she sings and gives me my bath, Running out of the room at the sound of 'Daddy is home' Running into his arms as he lifts me up, How I felt I could touch the sky. Watching mummy come home with other babies, And the house smelling of new born baby, Watching my fath

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Berdua lebih indah

Consciousness

I never have the urge to take pictures of the moments I'm living,their engagement with my consciousness is enough. The perks of being forgetful are U only remember what got soaked in you and pierced your heart and made a permanent home in your subconsciousness. *** I can't believe I'm the closed room in a castle where nothing goes inside and a little comes outside. There exists only a window U think you know the world by seeing from it's perspective But it's not like living *in* the world You th

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IF THEY LOVE YOU, THEY'LL COME BACK

Poem for the broken souls. Have you been deserted by someone you love? A father, mother, sibling or close friend? Always remember "If they love you they'll come back" and if they don't, move on!!!