Books give me life;Like medicine on paper. I discover them daily-an introverted thrill-seeker. Contemporary fiction,Words with sweet diction. Nigerian booksGrip on to my heart, If Adichie's the Author,It's a 5 star before I start. Reading heals me,Like a river,Words flow towards me. I'll find books wherever I go:If a book is hidden,I'll unearth it, just... Continue Reading →
Trying to be a trailblazerwith an introverted character, Can feel like setting fireto a large body of water. You have hunger for successand things that aren't mediocre, But you hate being the centreof unwarranted attention,or being put on a pedestal. Your heart fights battles-your own mini-theatre, You want your name to live forever,But the consequencesMake... Continue Reading →
We shouldn't be nervous over those who don't deserve us. Such sentiments should make us tough. It should never be enough to cause distress, make us cautious or move us to entertain lust in the guise of love. Ivie M. Eke 2022.
Did you see me?
When I was in love-Did you see me? I wasFire burningWind blowingHoney melting. I met himand I fell,and thenI flew. Like constant electricityin Nigeria,I provoked shockand hysteria. When I loved,I lived for his smile:it was sublime. My mindwas a river;it flowedandflourished. For I was hisin that momentin time, andhe was mine. Ivie M. Eke 2022.
A breakup feels like a tragedy. Your well-functioning body Suddenly Goes downhill. Headaches and chills So much discomfort within. Your head feels heavy Your outlook, grim. You want to sleep But Discomfort wins. Cold and heat Sock-covered feet. Sweat drips from Your face You alternate Between Delirium And lucidity.* Written by Ivie M. Eke 2022.
I always knew In my heart, That I'd feel no sorrow When you depart. My heart may be bent But It's never broken. It's certain That You were like a mild breeze Over my tree's branches. Ivie M. Eke 2022.
I don’t think so.
I would have walked a mileFor your smile. I confused lustFor sacred trust. Do I think about you?Almost never… Unless I suddenly feelThe urge to remember- The surrender to defeat,The thunder and the heat, The joy that was fleeting,The words full of nothing. There's nothing newsworthyIn those memories Like a houseWith floors made of hot... Continue Reading →