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My lens zoom in on her face All I see was mine and the other woman in her eyes My lens wasn't bad yet her picture came blurry To click the shutter wasn't the job Something held me back Life happens and joy is her right My eyes could pierce through this smile or should I? like the brain, the processor wasn't so bad The brain takes the place of prosessor here As my third eye sees beyond the smiles And behind the frame of her glasses rest her fragile but energetic body Though a body fram that ge...
The days of should-have-beens A reminder of what once was Far cry from what will be If man were resilient, he would taste from the streams of immortality The ancients sang in days gone past Not knowing the woes That should befall the Common man I shudder at the erratic ways of youthfulness A bile spewed From realms beyond times As if in recompense for the sins of the father Ah! laugh at he that mocks For his calamity is but a step away Not knowing the days of mankind, the offsprin...
*The Revolutionist Mindset* What spirit moves within the breast of man That, seized by one imperious thought, He yields his reason captive to its flame And crowns that inward fire with sacred name? It is a temper wrought in restless hours, When Freedom—fairest daughter of the skies— Is invoked, yet scarcely understood; For oft her holy semblance is profaned By hands unclean, by hearts untried in virtue. Behold the Revolutionist— Not always clad in terror at the first, But robed in promi...
#poetry Scrollwork of my tongue I break your body like sacrament in the holy communion of our erotic tension. Why do you pray in hymns and moan in music every note trembling like a Hail Mary you holy righteous woman with feral eyes? Did He who maketh the lamb imbue you with this dragon fire to consume my logic and reason, torment my spirit claiming my very soul? Oh tell me my radiant sovereign muse why would your ruin wage war against my faith? Do you revel in disrupting my truth of devotion wit...
#poetry ONYE MA UCHE CHUKWU (Who Truly Knows the Mind of God?) BY INEKE BSC Who truly knows the mind of God? You hunted the poor, maimed the needy, tore them open with shattered vows. Onye makwanu uche Chukwu? They fled—not from fear, but because the world tilts against them. Life waits for no trembling knees. Ọsọ ndụ adịghị agwụ ike. Like a fatherless child, they dare not linger. Survival is the only birthright the robbers could not steal. But onye makwanu uche Chukwu? On...
THE SEED OF CONSENT By INEKE BSC Our people dwell in terror’s iron grip, A handshake decayed to fatal slip. Bandits dictate; the state bows low. Daughters ravaged, mothers endure the woe. Refuse—and face the barrel’s cold decree. Resist—and watch your children cease to be. A seed once sown in hushed consent Now feasts upon the hand that lent. Uproot the roots that taint the vein. Bury favoritism in an unmarked plain. And see the merchants of chaos fall, Crushed by the weight of their...
*Lamentation of the Widower* Left at the brink of birthing our child, You slipped beyond my trembling reach, Leaving a heart withdrawn and wild, Untouched by lullabies it longs to teach. How could the Most High loose grim death To stalk the earth in ruthless rage? Why must love surrender breath And leave the world a broken stage? Point me to death’s dark hideaway— Its secret den, its lurking place— And I would rise without delay To chain its boast and scorch its face. Yet thee I mourn...
I just realized Most of my videos and pictures go unposted. They lay forgotten in my gallery, Collecting dust, unrequited, Sometimes hidden away Where no eyes can see but mine. Are they fine? Yes, of course. But I can’t post them. The labels tagged to poses haunt me. Society has conformed a lot… My mind rigged and twisted. “Too feminine,” my mind screamed. “They will frown at it.” The twists and turns; are they necessary? My heart kept asking. Again and again, I took posing lesson...
#poetry THE ARCHITECT OF SELF Most people are other people. Their choices are echoes. Their passions are borrowed. Their convictions are shaped by whatever the world applauds loudest. They follow the noise, convinced it is their voice. They wear the names of strangers on their backs, idolize lives they will never live, and celebrate dreams that were never theirs to begin with. They inherit desires instead of discovering them. They walk in cages they cannot see, and call it freedom. Most live th...
*The Perpetual Warfare of Life* Life is no meadow of untroubled bloom— It is a field where unseen banners rise. I entered it in crimson travail, With shrieks that tore the trembling air; My mother, rescued from death’s cold brink, Lay spent between anguish and relief. Around my cradle glad voices swelled— Yet none foretold the wars ordained for me. My midnight cry, a helpless trumpet, Summoned not comfort alone but scorn. Disturbed neighbours muttered in wrath, As though my breath were...
The heart doth sings as joy comes. The heart doth sings as trial comes. As far as the sun, And great as the sea, The passing wind blows, Numerous we are. And one thing known, All shall not all be erased, Until the things to come. #poetry #Nircle #Nirclefeeds #Hellonircle #Neighbors
Your hook says, 'Acne is a mood killer; here's why.' Then you ramble about causes, effects on personality, and ruined photos—but never get to the solution. Three paragraphs in, your reader is gone. As a scriptwriter, I know structure isn't just decoration—it's what makes your message land. So, here's the framework I use for every post: The 4-step structure approach: Step 1: Define the problem ✍️ What is the purpose of your post? Are you trying to raise awareness about a certain topic...
#poetry SIMU: The Freedom of Poetry True poets are not made… they are born. Not from rhyme, not from meter, but from a river of emotions, an ocean of expression, flowing through their very essence, demanding release, demanding voice. Poetry was made to run barefoot, to feel the earth beneath it, to run its hands through blades of grass, to let the breeze brush its face with that playful, familiar touch of peace… of happiness triggering emotions language can only stutter to name. It was neve...
The house that has provided safety and protection from rain and sun. A rooftop that has served as comfort from high cost of living standard. A shelter that has renewed minds and instil hope. A building for decades among many. Now old and out of mordern design. A solid and strong modification awaits. #poetry #Nircle #Nirclefeeds #Hellonircle #OOTD
#poetry THE GEOGRAPHY OF THE MIND A Reflection from the SIMU Collection. Most of us live our entire lives as quiet prisoners of the soil we were born on victims of geographical circumstance, inheriting limits we never chose. Our worldview, our scope, our sense of possibility is sculpted by the streets that raised us, the voices that surrounded us, the window through which we first saw the world. And too often, we mistake that first window for the whole horizon. We walk through life wearing borr...
Hope Over Terror In the nowhere of the asphalt night, I grasped a little breath beneath my shadow. I was a human, mediocre at being perfect. But imperfection was secretly lurking beneath my soul. I felt a hollow lie that in me that needs to be downwind. But who am I to reproach such a melancholy life. Tears sting my eyes as I reflect on this world of mine. The terror strikes me like a thundering fire that can’t be quenched. But then I felt hope giggling, replacing the terror with relentles...
Hello, Elder. Hello, Son. Times are hard, the wind cuts through our bones. It is an ill wind, you say— but every storm demands courage. I have heard of the protest, the streets preparing their throats. I am torn between two prayers: to endure or to rise. Why would you protest? Because hunger is loud, because patience is bleeding, because the wind does not blow us all the same way. To some, it is destruction— roofs torn, farms ruined. To others, it is energy— turning their windmills ...
#poetry MINE FOR ALL TIME Stacy… There are things I feel for you that the universe itself would struggle to name. Emotions so loud they shake my ribcage, so deep they slip past language and fall straight into truth. I love you in ways I don’t even understand yet. In ways my dreams confess before I’m awake. Sometimes I look around, afraid afraid the whole world can hear the heartbeat thundering whenever your name drifts through my mind. And I know why you run. Why you guard yourself like ...
#poetry The fact that you know that your lips are charming and a tool of destruction, yet you still gave them to me without caution. If i knew the repercussion.. i would have stay away from it until i have it I could taste deceit and manipulation in it, sweet enough to make danger feel like desire. I don’t know how many kisses it takes for lips like yours to steal a soul, but I’m certain the first one worked. It’s been a week now, and my bedsheets still remember you, your s...
#poetry THE FAITH OF ENERGY There comes a point in life where bruises begin to teach more than blessings. A point where human nature and human nurture life’s most mischievous tag-team have both taken turns tightening your spirit like a rope. And in that tightening, in that quiet tension, something inside you shifts. Your eyes change. You stop seeing people as the labels they are quick to announce: Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, Traditionalist, Atheist the whole wardrobe of identities people d...
#poetry THE WATERS OF UNEQUAL TRIALS A Reflection from the SIMU Collection. There is a quiet cruelty that lives in the heart of human nature a hypocrisy so subtle, so elegantly disguised, that you almost miss it until you’re drowning in its weight. It is the cruelty of comparison between people who were never placed on equal waters. Some are handed finely carved oars, smooth, balanced, symmetrical tools made to glide, to conquer distance, to taste the sweetness of effortless progress. And th...
Hard face. Rarely a blink of smile. A wind of affection and a breeze of love blows around. To be close to you is to feel warmth and companionship. But only to hear arguments that ever should exist in reality. Hard and cold we are never meant to be. However the difference. Young and agile to be. Youthful and pretty. Happy and so much to look forward to. Never give way to doubt. Standing up for self. Making it is loud and getting attention. #poetry #Nircle #Nirclefeeds #Hellonircle #...
#poetry A SIMU CINEMATIC REFLECTION “THE SHELL WE WALK AWAY FROM” In the quiet spaces between who we are and who we hope to become, there lies a truth we often outrun a soft light, a subtle warning, a reflection waiting patiently to be seen. This… is a cinematic reflection. Some women celebrate the moment they step out of the “shell” society placed around them the guidance, the boundaries, the caution, the inherited wisdom passed from mother to daughter. To them, that shell feels o...
Be your own media; Be your own market. If no market, media exist for you, your commodity, why not be one for yourself. Not all most priced have the qualities sought after. Some win a place on the tables in the market by merit, others through advertisement and others through disguise. That which is tagged high in price and value doesn't necessarily portray its quality when put to use and to be tagged of a higher price doesn't necessarily guarantee to be the most sought after or the most priced...
In a quiet hush of the evening, a surpassing love unfolds And I knew it was my lover’s presence, a presence that needed a behold I sat and felt the stillness of the universe anticipating an ardent embrace At once I felt the inner breaking of the heart, at that moment, love felt like an age-old imagination that can’t be proven With a twitch, I felt another love bubbling in my heart. It was like a fleeting whisper, the sweetest ever I quested for that lover but I found me Self-love ,...
The clearance keeper He came, he saw And it was all gone! Those fingers are magnetic His brain is magical Who is Erekere? One that dates the one Who came to kill? Steal and destroy Keeper of others possession Not with this expression of Innocence on the outside and Kleptomaniac on the inside Conquering without the desire Unconscious of innate abilities To track with a serenade And to trap without touching To clean clear and claim all That was not his but now Ownership has automatically c...
#poetry THE SHADOW OF HUMANITY “Humanity studies everything except itself.” Humanity is its own biggest problem. We build organizations to protect the rarest breeze, the most endangered gust of wind, to catalogue the life story of a pot, to cradle artifacts with velvet gloves as if clay carries more value than breath. Yet somewhere, not too far from those immaculate glass displays, a human being starves. Not from lack of resources but from lack of priority. There is something innately dark...
#poetry “THE PEOPLE WHO FALL AWAY” Some people enter your life like solid rocket boosters brilliant, forceful, full of the energy you need to rise. Others arrive like the external tank quiet, steady, carrying the fuel that will push you beyond the gravity of who you once were. They lift you. They steady you. They teach you. They help you reach an altitude you could not imagine alone. But ascent has a cost. Because the higher you rise, the clearer you see the truth: not everyone is built for ...
#poetry The claiming gaze of her hazel eyes turns me on pulling the storm behind mine as the poetry and art in her folds bite through my desires. She drips in elegance, writing pleasure with her killer velvet dress whose fabric must have been woven from sunset fever; hallmark, sensual and graceful. Her beauty is the divine wrapped in human skin full and lush lips that enchant me and silky hips that sway in evocative and sultry melody, an irresistible allure that works my ache for the forbidden...
*After April showers come May flowers.* The April showers— unexpected, unwanted, undesired— mirrors of compulsory labour, born of a passion for academic success, guided by seasoned yet stern schoolmasters. The April showers— downpours of pep talks and admonitions, sustained by ordered rules and regulations, shaped by the practice of right conduct, enforced by firm correction for the disobedient. The April showers— showers of pain and fear, fear of falling short of expectation, a seas...
Unseen, Yet seen through works. Seen, Yet invisible. Within all lies hidden pure evil. Devil lives in everything mortal; And shall come to an end. If I can't see him — the devil — that is invisible, unmnifest, It is my very self. It's within me —unseen, unmnifest— That imagination, instincts within, Is the very God, Devil within all. If I see him —the devil— Then it is of another that I think of as evil lest I go blind, irresolute though greater evil from friends, acqua...
#poetry THE DARK EMBER WITHIN Tagline: “Not all shadows are cast some are born.” A Cinematic Reflection by SIMU There is no doubt that evil exists but the greatest deception lies in where we choose to place its origin. Most people find it easier to point outward, to imagine a distant, twisted devil orchestrating every cruelty. An external enemy is comforting; it lets us believe we are innocent by default. But the truth is far more unsettling. Sometimes the darkness doesn’t visit us. Some...
#poetry “The Pollen of Us” We are like pollen light enough to drift, yet carrying the weight of worlds unseen. We float through life, blown by winds we cannot name, held by currents we cannot tame. We hope. We dream. We aspire. And all the while, we do not know where the journey intends to place us. Is it fate that carries us? Is it destiny that receives us? Or is it simply the quiet mathematics of circumstance the gentle intersections that lead us into certain people, certain spaces, certa...
#Poetry Wikey's Jesters Bunch of opportunists mercenary, with despicable nuisance value. All belly gods Procured and deployed to Masturbate their insanity All free of modesty, lacking etiquette Jesting at their master's blabbermouth In unison, they scorn at his derision All in ecstasy of his silly folly Jesting at his endless taunts Their loisy tantrums so repugnant Complete eyesore as they applaud his juvenile demeanor Conglomerate of absurd ludicrous, Arousing River's rabble rouser To ...
Size 20 × 24 inches Medium: Charcoal pencil, graphite pencils on paper A Letter to Your Soul Take a moment. Look into the stillness of this face and recognize the weight you’ve been carrying. We all have a storm that we keep inside—the words we swallowed, the tears we held back to stay strong, and the silent struggles that no one else sees. "Unspoken Downpour" is the moment you finally stop running. It is the brave, quiet second where you let the world stop, close your eyes, a...
To whom should you be beholden? Friends today enemy tomorrow Enemies today, friends tomorrow. All that is new is flash and attractive and likely to be embraced by all. New disease take the world by storm and amount higher death tolls; swelling out new knowledge, safety tips until it becomes old. Not really old but old in fashion as humanity grows accustomed to it due to its long acquaintance, so it grows old and becomes old in fashion. Reserve some of your attention for that which is old for ...
#poetry *TODAY💔😔.* I met you today And my healing flinched. Not because I want you, But because my pain still knows your name. You didn’t touch me, Yet everything in me remembered how it felt to be left while still loving. I thought time had sealed the wound, but time only taught it how to stay quiet. Seeing you taught it how to speak again. Some hurts don’t bleed They echo. They sit behind the ribs and wait for familiar faces to call them awake. I smiled like a survivor, but in...
Down the streets to the marketplace, there was foodstuffs everywhere, clothings as much as I can buy. So much stuffs that man needed to live. I could recall counting pharmacy stores along the main road and on the streets. Therefore,the urge to buy. To check how much I got to some stuffs. The amount could only buy but few things in small units, and quantity of low quality items. Whereas, so much to buy at the place. Too numerous items and more to come. And so comes the need to affor...
#poetry THE NEW SHADE OF BREED A Reflection by SIMU There is a new shade of people rising a breed that is inwardly worldly yet outwardly wrapped in a refined religious cloak. They indulge in everything the world indulges in, but with slight adjustments, small edits, tiny tweaks that make it acceptable for their faith. A convenient remix of conviction. This new breed has learned how to dilute the very standards their faith is built on redefining, rephrasing, reinterpreting until vice sounds lik...
As a colleague, she is my flaw finder Knows better than me even my area of study of course her loyalty is of Lucifer in the neighborhood, she is the oldest and most efficient tenant As an in-law, she doubles as a boss Her version of tyrany compete with the era of slave trade Her wish is to boss the people to her place of interst. Her cosmetics include the smile on her lips and the lies that she sheds as a saint. As much as she prays, she stands in the way of my prayers. Her alliance with my foe...