Reflections
PEACE IN CHAOS
In a world that constantly tells us to move faster, do more and push harder, let today be a reminder that slowing down, caring for yourself, and embracing the journey of mental wellness is a true act of strength.
Poetry, essays, reflections, and thought leadership. Stories that inspire, thoughts that challenge, and words that heal.
In a world that constantly tells us to move faster, do more and push harder, let today be a reminder that slowing down, caring for yourself, and embracing the journey of mental wellness is a true act of strength.
I’ve never been good at fiction... it’s too easy to hide behind words. So, I try not to. 99% of the time, I'm not writing to impress the world... I'm just trying to remember who I am beneath the noise.
Miss Diss isn’t a woman; she’s peace... stillness... that inner calm we so easily trade for chaos, applause, or ambition. A contemporary free-verse narrative poem infused with spoken word energy and philosophical undertones — rich in pun, metaphor, and rhythm.
Peace is priceless but it's also costly.
They said we have to taste before we cross the skies; so how do we see God when we're still full of life?
Everyone is rushing somewhere, arguing about something, trying to prove they’re right or relevant. It’s quiet, yet deafening. The air hums with noise and opinions, updates, and breaking news.
Not every eulogy is written for the dead. Some are for the ones who’ve survived their own extinction: the quiet deaths of self, illusion, and conformity.
In a world obsessed with filters and timelines, people are fighting silent wars behind glowing screens... smiling in posts, crumbling in private. Not all scars bleed. Some just breathe quietly, hoping someone notices before it’s too late.
We don’t hate what’s evil. We hate what reminds us we couldn’t have it. We demonize what we desire, just to survive the ache of wanting.
When my niece, Ogochukwu picked up my book, I didn’t expect silence to speak louder than words. Her reaction reminded me that sometimes, the simplest moments reveal the deepest truths about life and growth.
Today, I stepped into the streets of Lagos, not as a photographer, but as a witness. A witness to the restless rhythm that keeps this city alive.
Between pages and pain, I found purpose - resilience inked in scars; strength born from struggle. Every line a heartbeat, every word a step toward healing...
We dress clean on Sunday, but some sins still got fresh breath.
I was happy to write this piece in response to Kelly Morlen’s poetry collection, "Fascination."
Call it fate or subtle art... you’re the reason behind my shot.