#thisisnotapoem

[ahechoes]

[terimariedegree]

#thisisnotapoem but I did work on one today! #staytuned for more on that tomorrow Just thankful to have been off today. Had to keep telling myself it was not #saturday and therefore not the #sabbath and therefore I needed to get something productive done 😏 So yeah #poetry critique circle 💜 #chores 🙄 this @curlmix #twistout 😁 i still might get to moving the living room around for the tree but maybe tomorrow 🛋🎄 #neway #inothernews I received a #legosurprise on my doorstep from a friend which was so awesome AND I was thrilled to grab this #backtothefuture ornament as my #2020ornament not that I write on them or anything 🤷🏾‍♀️😂 but I #lovethatmovie so it makes me happy 😊 #notsaturday #lifeofapoet #nintendogirl #legonintendo #bluebutterfly #delorean #deloreantimemachine #poetryisnotdead #catapult #bewhatyoudream #whileyoustillcan https://www.instagram.com/p/CICAPTWFcaj/?igshid=j5a84fqwy6dl

[terimariedegree]

#thisisnotapoem 😁 #butthatsalright Listen, I told my coworkers to lmk if they knew anyone else building the #legosupernintendo besides me and I guess they don't know anyone else as cool as me 😎🤷🏾‍♀️😂 but if YOU do then lmk, I'd love to connect with them! This is really great #mindfulness time + super fun. I should definitely finish the #legosnes this week but that #legotv is another story! 😊 Oh and I really love the floating shelves for displaying the #legosupermario sections. We have two up now and I foresee a bit more joining the living room around Christmas time. 🎄 #lifeofapoet #nintendogirl #endoftheweekend #havefun #taketimeforyou #selfcare #nintendoforever #easteregg #warpzone #kidatheart #catapult #bewhatyoudream https://www.instagram.com/p/CD-WU0NlyDv/?igshid=1kscwiz8d6fcw

[tiencepay]

Never ever underestimate the place of a father. My father, Pan Lawal also taught us that It's ok to believe evil spirits can be sent to harm a person, but that we should be smart enough to Initiate a conversation with the spirit, perhaps if it heard out side of the story, it would reconsider its mission. This thought made us try at least to always do right! Just so that as much as possible we'd at least be found blameless. #thisisnotapoem #africanwriters #writerscommunity #poetsofinstagram #tiencepay

[tiencepay]

Who I'm busy being, when I'm not fitting into your stereotype! Forming, is me visiting a prospective male friend, catching him trying to be himself as he offers me garri with groundnut soaked in pure water - and jumping on the meal with the impression that it's been my childhood craving. A nostalgia I can never part with. Forming, is me pretending to be this person. That's why more than half the guys I meet don't get past that word - prospective. I am basmati rice, and pizza and cold stone icecream everyday. I am roasted yam and palm oil, sold by the woman at anifowoshe junction in Ikeja. I am licking my plates every time I eat a meal prepared by me even if it's not in my house. I am every Sunday brunch at Ellen House hotel in Osborne, I am one week holiday every month in Abuja and Nairobi. I am not loving garri even if it's drowning in peak milk. I am not indomie no matter how continentally it's prepared. I wish I could go on and on about all the things I am and I'm not. But then again, I've been breaking old Patterns recently. #tiencepay #thisisnotapoem

[ahechoes]

[tiencepay]

When the migraine comes, I become a nervous wreck. Different voices, fucking so noisily in my head - sometimes, I munch on anything crispy, like potato chips - I can hear the crunchiness in my temple- I don't care that it's louder than the noisy voices - but I call noise, a loudness I am not in control of. I just want my head to breathe slowly. You would think I am going under. Sometimes the only thing holding me together is a headwrap I tie around my head - like a kite string anchored to something right here - it doesn't matter where this pain goes, there is something keeping it here. Sometimes, what holds us from littering everywhere is the same thing that holds us from being set free. i don't know if I should loosen the headwrap, watch myself fall, forget the parts that hit the ground and bounce right back up to where they fell from, chase instead, after the parts that roll under places I cant reach... Except I learn a new routine to bending. But I am afraid of what else would drop if `I try to bend to pick myself up. This morning, I had the longest wait of my life, standing by the express, trying to cross over, Everything was moving faster than everything I had ever learnt about speed. I walked a few extra kilometers to use a pedestrian bridge - as I took the first step, I looked left, looked right, looked left again, I knew the rules to safety had changed. Everything moving at a speed I do not understand, I'm tracing the kite string to where its anchored on, just to say, I don't care destination on the map of the wind - as long as you are here - What do anchors know of speed? Everything is still moving faster than anyone would every understand - Do they ever arrive there? Only the anchor and the kite string can answer this. T I E N C E P A Y #speed #kites #anchors #noise #migraine #writing #thisisnotapoem #poetsofig #writersofig #poetry #writersofinstagram