My truth is not your truth neither do my opinions have to be in tandem with yours. And don't fucking scream your opinion in my face because you need to prove your opinion is correct/better unless you have sat down to think. To really think, reflect and ponder. Azeeza A. 1. When people talk about… Continue reading My Opinion. Your Opinion. Whose Opinion is Correct?
The first thing that struck me on @thatothernigeriangirl 's Instagram page is that rose-gold and white theme that was peculiar to most of her booktography (Book Photography). View profile. Aeesha is a Bookstagrammer based in Abeokuta, Nigeria. In this conversation with her, she reveals she loves fiction because it provides her with a non-creepy… Continue reading Aeesha Yusuff on “YOU” Read.
Category: Poetry Author: Pamilerin Jacob Publisher: Words, Rhymes & Rhythm. Year of Publication: 2018 ISBN: 978-978-963-998-4 You know when they say books take you everywhere, it doesn't have to be another country, planet or state. It could be inside another being. This Poetry Collection is like a peep into the mind of a person, a… Continue reading Book Review: MEMOIR OF CRUSHED PETALS by PAMILERIN JACOB.
Having been really concerned about the way Nigerians complain about their village people, I was forced to schedule a meeting with them. Meanwhile, I'm glad to tell you, the meetings will hold at least once a month and be sure that The Zyzah will document the minutes. ☺ You need to know the Village… Continue reading A Meeting With The village people. ‘Hold Your Hands.’ They Said.
First, if you haven't heard of Assata, you should know Assata Shakur isn't 2Pac's mother. She actually isn't related to 2pac, but she was really good friends with Zayd Shakur, 2Pac's uncle. And when Zayd lost his life during their struggle for Black Liberation, Assata took Zayd's surname "Shakur" as a respect to his memory,… Continue reading 3 Reasons Why You Should Read The Autobiography Of Assata Shakur. *Assata: An Autobiography*.
Whenever Mummy slapped me, I would weep hard. Not the pain or the fire in my bladder or the regret of a mistake made, but the rage. The rage I felt knowing I couldn't do something back. I've always needed to channel my rage to something else. When I'm helpless, powerless, when theres nothing else… Continue reading BAD bad CHILD.
Emotions, feelings whether righteous or not come from a place within the mind and I've realised that disregarding your feelings is like sheltering a boa in your stomach. I acknowledged the feeling which birthed this post and I realized it's a righteous one. I know you are here for the fucking problem and not my… Continue reading The Fucking Problem.