Dear Lover,

Dear lover

Tell me

Would you still love me if I wasn’t picture perfect?

Would my scars scar and scare you?

Would my battles battle with the depths of your love?

To love and to hold

The beauty we behold

All the stories left untold

A tale I am yet to tell

The tipping of the affection scale

Dear lover

Show me

The parts of your heart that you’ve hidden from everyone else

Allow me to read the script where you’re not the hero but the damsel in distress

Allow me to save you

I can feel the pain you have buried deep inside

Allow me to heal you …. too

Break down your walls and let me in




Inadequately, I strive to love you

To love and to hold

With flawed and trembling hands I hold us up

Dear lover

I’m hoping

Hoping the grip is firm enough to keep us from falling

We fall

Fall for each other

Fall in to love

Fall out of love

Fall back into love

We keep …. falling.

To love and to hold

We loved and we held

We love and we hold

Dear lover

Let me go

Dear lover

Never let me go

The Error of Digital Era – A Poem (#WinterABC- Day 14)

Clicks and screens

Automation and transformation

Ushered into an era

That is without error

A cyber nationality

Virtual personality

Lacking adequate security

Hacked into a world

Of wreckless bullying

Clicks and screens

Keyboard laughters

Creating unrealistic standards

Negating the thrill of the moment

For the right content “for the gram”

Clicks and screens

Threads and retweets

The death of amicability

The fanning of conflict

Worth redefined

By numbers of likes

Insecurities enhanced

By lack of followers

Clicks and screens

Welcome to an era

Filled with error

The era of digital error.

#WinterABC2021 #Business&TechWeek

Advocacy Week: It’s okay not to be okay (#WinterABC- Day 8)

When you’re used to constantly showing strength, you feel out of element when you have to be weak

It’s rarely about the perception of others

Your emotions may make you feel like you’re letting yourself down

But remember, it’s okay not to be okay

There are times when unknown fears start creeping in

When you look for strength but it eludes you

Your heart tires

And your soul aches

You feel like life’s a battle field

And you’re terribly losing the war

But remember it’s okay not to be okay

Some times life gets heavy

The waves get wavy

For every time you feel like you’re drowning

Look closely and you’ll see life guards ready to help keep you afloat

You’re never alone in life’s rocky boat.

It’s okay not be okay …

But eventually, you will be okay.

And when words are not enough, I hope songs like this one help you pull through:

Dedicated to everyone who battles with anxiety and depression,

Dedicated to everyone who has felt like throwing in the towel one too many times

Dedicated to you

Dedicated to me ….

Creatives Hub: The Creation Process (#WinterABC – Day 3)

Have you ever imagined what goes through the mind of a Creator? Do you ever view the Created as a living being with breath, soul and a story to tell? If the Creation Process sat down to share it’s perspective, would you listen?

Dear Reader,

Welcome to yet another session of the Creatives Hub – a place where the various players in the creative cycle share their perspectives. Thank you for returning to this platform and following the discussions our panelists have been gracefully leading.

Over the past two days, we have journeyed through the minds of The Creator and The Created. If this is your first time following this connected talk, please feel free to start your catch up with yesterday’s post accessible here:

Today, we hear the perspective of The Creation Process.

I am the bridge between the creator and the created, so call me … Connection

I turn thoughts into words, songs, paintings, clothes and so much more

I aid creator’s to achieve their set goal

Whilst most people look to the destination, my value is found in the journey

There I hand down important life lessons, so call me …. Education

I teach how to be patient with the craft

I teach that it’s okay to have days of disconnection and lack of motivation

I teach that a hiatus when needed does not imply weakness

I teach that sometimes, regardless of well the created is created

The creator’s applause to self may be the loudest or only sound heard

I ensure that with every creation created- partially or wholly, the creator gets better, so call me … Evolution.

I am constantly evolving

Improving old ways and discovering new ways

I have no standard nor rigid procedure, so call me … Variation

I could be linear or curvilinear

To each creator, I am peculiar

Some tread my streets with cautiously thought out steps for days, weeks, months or years

Others reach their desired destination spontaneously in minutes or hours

Both are valid

Both are plausible

I thrive in harmony and interaction… So call me Co-operation

The power to draw inspiration from the community

The powerful strings of collaborations

The pats on the back and the helping hands to others on the same path

As you process creation,

Remember, the journey is the destination.

Creatives Hub: The Created (#WinterABC- Day 2)

Welcome back to the room I call the Creatives Hub- a place where the various players in the creative cycle share their perspectives.

Before we go on, if you haven’t yet read my Day 1 post, now is your time:

Have you ever imagined what goes through the mind of a Creator? Do you ever view the Created as living being with breath, soul and a story to tell? If the Creation Process sat down to share it’s perspective, would you listen?

Today, we will hear from The Created ‘s perspective.

I like to think of myself as a shape shifter

I come in different fonts, punctuations and emotions

I come from different experiences, perspectives and objectives

There are times when my shape shifts into a happy note

When I serve as a window of hope for others

When by my being, people who are lost find themselves

When I function as a mirror reflecting the beauty that lies in people’s souls.

In this form, I am created for my creator’s audience.

There are times when my shape shifts into pieces of my creator’s soul

When I serve as an outlet

When I am flavoured with tears and sighs

When the only way the creator knows how to breathe is through me

In this form, I am created to be a hug through the screen for my creator.

There are times when I am but a crumpled paper in the bin besides the creator’s desk

When no matter how good I feel, the creator looks at me and thinks I am not good enough

When I am piled up in the drafts- waiting for the day I too get to travel to the published world

In this form, I feel like I don’t belong.

There are times when the creator allows me to take the lead

When the direction I’m headed is unknown, but the creator follows anyway

When I am allowed to be as loud, vulnerable and unpredictable as I can be

When I am trusted to arrive at an unforeseen destination

In this form, I am at my best- authentic and unapologetically me.

As we usher in Day 3,

Dear Creation Process, please tell us your story …

Creatives Hub: The Creator (#WinterABC- Day 1)

I am thrilled to be taking part in this year’s #WinterABC, for the first time ever. The line up of topics is very challenging and exciting and the discipline of having to blog everyday for the next couple of days is undoubtedly something I am looking forward to. I am always excited at the thought of varying perspectives and impressions. I am a firm believer in the beauty that lies in diversity, as such, I cannot wait to read through the different approaches my fellow Afrobloggers will have to the given topic guides. Here is what to expect in the weeks to come:

Ladies, gentlemen and all other amazing readers: Please buckle up as my Nsatu-rated Thoughts take you on a journey through the Creatives Week.

Welcome, to the room I call the Creatives Hub- a place where the various players in the creative cycle share their perspectives.

Have you ever imagined what goes through the mind of a Creator? Do you ever view the Created as living being with breath, soul and a story to tell? If the Creation Process sat down to share it’s perspective, would you listen?

Today, we will hear from The Creator ‘s perspective.

To some, I am a Wordsmith

To others, I am an Ink Slinger

I look in the mirror and see an inconsistent reflection

On some days, I thrive in my art

Creating creations that leave me mesmerized

Wondering if such perfection can truly be birthed from my mind

Or whether its just another lucky day

On other days, I slip through the cracks

The words don’t rhyme like they should

The ideas are not coherent

And there is a vivid disconnect between my brain and hands

I look at my creation and feel like apologizing

Knowing there’s something I intended to let out

But I just couldn’t write right.

I can attest, that I am a Jack of many trades

I trade in my time, skills and passion for a purpose

So when you ask for art that flows from my heart

I appreciate that you pay attention

I only wish you could value my creation and pay more than just attention.

As we usher in Day 2,

Dear Created, please tell us your story …

A story is told of a land …

Image by: Ellis Capital & Co.

A story is told of a land

Whose vast culture is almost impossible to capture

If culture was a currency, this would be the richest land

The abundance of expressions and traditions passed on through generations

The culture, a sculpture of a tree that’s deeply rooted yet blossoms in various impressions.

A story is told of a land …

Whose heritage gracefully carries legacies

Of brave men and women chained in captivation seeking emancipation

Staring in the face of death with strength and courage

Trading their lives and safety for the future they could not see but believed in

A story is told of a land …

Whose heart is engraved with art

It’s existence radiating an aura of beauty, strength and divinity

It’s nature- enriching, healing and refreshing

It’s people- majestic, creative and innovative

A story is told of a land

Some call this land AFRICA

I call it HOME.

Rock, Paper, Scissors!

Collaboration note: Worked on this poem with Denzel, a seasoned writer whose poetry can be resonated with. For your reading pleasure, do visit his blog at:

You are my scissors

I’m not a rock

I’m just a paper

Be gentle

When you cut

Be clean

Don’t leave me with rough edges

I’m your scissors

Stationery stationed stationary

In your life for your years

Creative or destructive

Depends on how well you treat me

Tired of your paper emotions

I need you to be my rock

So I shall be your rock

Because paper can be burnt

These emotions will go up in flames

Lean on me on your bad days

When you shift from art to depression

Depression to levitation

I will be your euphoria

Your new found obsession

Rock, paper, scissors

Thoughts of you give me fizzers

Don’t crush my heart to pieces

Let’s settle this obsession into a love bliss

As strong as a rock

As fragile as a paper

As unpredictable as a scissors