HERE COMES THE DREAMY POET

Ten Unique Things About Me

1. I am a Yoruba child born and raised in Benin City

2. I was born on a Christmas day

3. I don't remember my birthday, never had a birthday celebration, never gotten a birthday gift.

4. I am the first son of my family.

5. I have never tasted alcohol and I avoid partying.

6. I am a shy person. Contrary to what people believe, I am still working on my self esteem and trying to up my confidence level.

7. I suck at making friends, worse at keeping the ones that I have

8. I am a big dreamer. Body small like container, dream big like port. Get it?

9. I used to really love football.

10. I don't believe I'll die.

This Place

This place holds no space for people like us

Here our eyes have hollowed out from knowing too much loss

Our tongues sore from pains that sit so delicately on it

Our lips cannot keep a loved ones kiss

Our hands heavy from holding too long to survival they forget how to reach for dreams

We cannot love here, cannot live here

With lungs forced shut against the breeze like borders are to refugees

Hope is a rare commodity, nobody sells it here

They say opportunity knocks only once, yes

But how do you tell that to a people whose homes have no doors?

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THE DARK COULDN'T PROTECT ME

She said to me, I did all I was taught to do.

Covered myself, face, chest, hands, tights and boobs, I had layers and layers of cover,  Yet the night didn’t save me.

She said to me, I had the locks, the padlocks, the bolts, the knobs and keys, I had all the chains and metals, ringed through for defense, I promise this caution wasn’t in my head, I did all I was suppose to do, but the dark still wouldn’t save me.

It wasn’t that I wasn’t polite enough, it wasn’t that I didn’t say No, please stop a thousand time, it wasn’t that my shape and form were flaunted and bared, it wasn’t that I didn’t beg him to stop. But you see, the night just wouldn’t protect me.

It’s the deliverer who was suppose to listen to my confession, save me from my fears, he was suppose to help me learn to heal, it was the pulpit man, who was to hear me, and teach me not to drown in my fears, it was the same temple hustler that made the night long. You know, the night just wouldn’t save

He tore my layers of protection, discarded my defenses and chains, he dug deep into me, even as I beg him not to take away my only hope of being. I pleaded that he let me go for the sake of his idol, It was the sermon sharer who invited the devil to shatter my walls, made me vociferous and and labeled me angry.  

I was angry yesterday,because a benighted niggard unlocked my bolts and made away with the key, I was angry yesterday because this temple of mine has become a common  place of desecration for debauchers.

But today, I feel safe, safe in the hands of my tribes speaking their truth, I wear happiness, as I join the legion of women louding my voice. Today my safety is secured in the numbers of warriors fighting my ravagers, today I take back my power, my afflatus comes form the babel of tongues of these strong amazons.  Today, my voice wins me victory.

Today, the night dare not to betray me.

Into The World of Ruth Mahogany

Facts:

1. I am from Obudu local government in Cross River state.

2. I studied Accounting and Finance in Landmark University, Kwara State.

3. I am deeply passionate about making art.

4. I began trying stage performances fully in 2017.

5. Currently, I am working towards a career in music.

6. I am a poet and my poetry stems from my attachment to rhythm and music. I want to say a song or sing a poem.

7. In my spare time, I write- poems, short stories and articles.

8. I believe in YHWH.

9. I never like to rush. My name Mahogany is deeply rooted in the concept of growth. Nature adopts little and seemly imperceptible changes to make impact over time.

10. I like to mind my business.

Poem: Dear Friend

Dear friend,

It's a cold cold world,

Do not catch a flu,

Lean on me,

If you fall, I'll be catching you.

We get tired, so rest a while and

Time to wake, I'll be tapping you.

I have your back,

To stab your back is something I would hardly do.

Let's sit and laugh and share a hot dog,

When you're blue, I'll give a warm hug,

Sit with me by the cliff lest I fall off.

You ought not to think that I could cause wrong intentionally.

This is no game; do not keep a score list.

We all err; no one's above it.

And I would love it,

If we keep no frowning faces,

If we give no fawning praises,

No need to impress, no need for studied phrases.

You know what the case is;

That it's a cold cold world,

So we need another.

Go ahead and lean on me,

Here's my shoulder.

Social media handles:

Instagram: @ruthmahogany

Twitter: @ruthmahogany

Link to my work:

https://youtu.be/PLPZvcmBb78

Meet Tonton, the complete Artprenuer.

10 FACTS ABOUT MYSELF:

1.       I'm a poet, rapper and songwriter.

2.       I was born and spent my formative years in Port Harcourt.

3.       I'm a shoe merchant, I have a start-up brand that manufactures and sells shoes.

4.       I'm quite the talkative.

5.       I'm an orphan — I think I might be too old to fit this profile in its entirety though, after all, I'm not really a child anymore.

6.       I have a bachelor's degree in Electrical and Electronics Engineering.

7.       I'm a bit of an art critic, mostly music, and I believe the critic is not the enemy of the artist.

8.       I'm highly invested in Hip hop, aware that it is more than just a music genre, it is a culture.

9.       I'm an amateur photographer.

10.   My art is an extension of myself and I'm refining my skills, evolving as an artist so I can use it as a tool not just for entertainment, but also one to consciously add good to my environment.

A piece of my poetry:

THREE COURSE MEAL

Lot of these guys talk much about how "shawty look like a snack"

But I think you look like a three course meal.

It doesn't matter if I do, or don't mind

A little belly fat is still fine

God is a tattoo artist and stretch marks are his design

You're not just a barbecue, you came with sides.

Peeking out of your hijab

These things are hard to hide

And as I get ready your order, filled with the green like vegetable soup

I want a partner that will nurture me like a mother

Amala thick girl who will complement me well

We'd be the special of the heavenly cook

Such a match means that I hit the shot, I put the ball through the hoop.

If I'm tea leaves, you're hot water.

You draw out all of my potential

And we form something brand new

Move my kinetic, set the static in motion

If I am the Earth, you are the oceans

That means it is you who keeps the skies blue

Evaporate to condensate and make rain fall,

You water the dry lands of my soul.

Lot of these guys talk much about how "shawty look like a snack"

But I think you look like a three course meal.

It doesn't matter if I do, or don't mind

A little belly fat is still fine

Besides I've always liked plus size

So I think you look good like that

You look take-away, a single serving of you can't just finish like that

You leave enough with me to take back

Enough knowledge from our conversations

A linger of your perfume

An after taste of our kiss

Lipstick on my shirt collar

And a voice in my head when I get home whispering "call her"

They don't know what they are missing

If you're a cake, I'm passed the icing

I know what is in the filling

I've experienced a feeling that is filling

Lot of these guys talk much about how "shawty look like a snack"

But I think you look like a three course meal

It doesn't matter if I do, or don't mind

A little belly fat is still fine

God is a tattoo artist and stretch marks are his design

You're not just a barbecue, you came with sides.

Intelligent ones

Physical ones

Historic ones

And some of which you are shy.

But they'd swell out of a cassock

Peek out of your hijab

All that beauty will leak out your frame

They'd ooze out of your mind.

These things are hard to hide

-Tonton Raymond, 2018

A link to my music:

https://soundcloud.com/tonton-raymond/love-is-loss 

My Social media: "Tonton_raymond" on Instagram and Twitter

creative personality of the month

KINKYNAIJAGIRL

10 FUN FACTS ABOUT KINKYNAIJAGIRL

1.       My writings do not arouse me

2.     I always think dirty, I can even turn the holiest convos to something naughty.

3.      I am scared of falling off the bridge in a moving vehicle in Lagos

4.   3   I imagine most of the things I write about before acting them out

5.       I believe every woman deserves not to fake an orgasm

6.       I love to get baked

7.       Other than BDSM/Kinky I love writing about death

8.       Sometimes I feel like a reincarnated soul

9.       I love food, mostly native meals.

1.   I can’t dance to save my life

      She was the river that never drowned

He loved to take his little laps inside of her, twirling, churning and pounding 

She was the undried, the welcoming and the nurturer

She kept him trapped inside of her until he swam to the ends of her world and erupted a mini lake.  

‪How much he loved the flow of her lake and the scent it carried.

And she swallowed always at his command.

Whenever he poured the gift he tapped from her inside her mouth

She looked him in the eyes and drank all that he poured till his eruptions turned still. 

She was his master

‪He loved to watch her dance

especially when he has lost his way inside of her

The way her body writhed on the bed

her bosom rising and falling like the rhythm of the a cappella

her grip strongly on the sheets she firmly rocked 

She moved to the songs of her moan 

‪Her moves; a mix of erotica and seduction

her hands; the sticks of the drum

her ass; the voice of the drum

the sound of lust, raw flesh and spanks

obeying his thrusts to the beat of her crescendo 

And so she moved till she erupted into a bout of orgasm

By - KINKYNAIJA BABE

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BURIED MY DEMON

I finally had the courage to lay my demon to sleep 

I buried it among ruins, laid it a wreath with my shattered soul to it

I sang it a dirge, long written, without a melody

I gave it a farewell, meant for strangers, because I just never understood this company that came uninvited.

I wrote on its tombstone the only memory it is won’t to have.

“Here lies pains that took without asking, leaving its victims lost in unechoed space”

Today I spread the dust to this demon, sent it back to the abyss where it came from.

This ash, I blow to the winds of history.

I looked the epitaph in the eye, daring it tell a lie if it can.

I exchange its thorns for sunny flowers, a rose to remind it of  taste of its poison

I dance at the sound of wailings, glad that mourners could let my being gyrate again.

I wiggle and jiggle to the reverberate from the grave diggers, as they shovel more sand on the casket.

I watch with excitement, as your remains disappear from sight.

Today, I buried my demon.

TRUE LIES

Now, I know some of us love our lies,

We embrace it like a priced cloak, 

That covers our filth.

We cherish it like a beautiful wrap cladding our nudity.

 We would rather protect our lies; believe it, till we become it.

We live it and almost forget they are what they are "lies". 

No matter how beautiful we make them look.

No matter how gorgeous we decorate this lies,

They can't erase our truth.

As you know, some of us live our truth,

We display it like clear water.

Streamed through rocks, gushed from pressure,

Watered from fresh dew, cooled at morn.

Though, our flaws may taint our beauty,

Refine our perfection. Yet, it's this un-smoothened patch,

 That tells who we are.

 No matter how hard it is to tell,

 It’s the bravery we live that never would herald a lie.

MIND WAR

My rage is in my silence

My anger is in my calm

I am so vexed, I've become voiceless,

Numb, calm and unable to spit the fire in me

I'm furious at the many folly foiled to make me feeble

I refuse to war with my mind

Even when you continually pillage my body

Rummage my emotions and toil with my feelings.

I refuse to let you take up space in the very center of me,

 where I lord my spirit and command my soul

For each time you gorge my corpse of its purity, I take back control of my maturity

For every trash spoken to chop my cadaver of its essence, rid my flesh of its esteem, I choose to raise my soul to the untouchable realm

You my darling can't touch me, not with coal words, with the fury of hell burning and spitting pain and shame

Not even with your icy stare like a frozen curse, forgotten without spell

I live in my mind, this body; you try to conquer, was built with love and passion, and consumed when the gods woke gay.

This flesh you detest with disdain, was birthed with the finest of memory, sweetest of care and strongest affection the world will I ever bare.

My body lives in this free mind only love has a compass to