2020 is here. It’s a new decade. I’m turning 18 this year. I’m starting my second semester as a fresher. And I’m ready to rock this year, #blowyourmind. But then again there’s no 2020 without 2019. Last year, a day ago was truly an amazing one for me, a rollercoaster ride. Lots of ups and downs but time and time again I leaned to smile. I found joy in the Lord and stopped relying on happiness that came from ephemeral entities. Wrote a lot of exams, had a lot of anxieties. Made mistakes, grew, backslided even. Got emotionally unstable. Had my breakthroughs. Moved into a new apartment. Got into university. Paid for my post-utme exam by winning an inter-denominational bible quiz competition. Forfeited stuff. Dealt with heartbreak. Stayed strong. Broke down and got lost. Cried a lot. Prayed some more. Said goodbye to high school still flying high. Helped organized a jamb seminar that helped thousands of students in Delta state. More mentoring. Was part of a team, something bigger. Incu
A poem written by Daodu Rachael who's a student of the university of Benin studying metal work technology,she has a passion for acting and writing.And her best friend is the Holy spirit. I was born into a world of borrowed arts Where English is the language spoken daily While we swallowed our native tongue for dessert. There was no space for the truth to the young generations. It was termed old-fashioned which was to be value-fashioned. Yesterday the wave of civilization swept, Carrying away the values our ancestors cherished,kept and left. They have died-in heaven they weep; For they know not heaven but the spirit world. Heaven is for the Whiteman: Who does not know the sweetness of yam and palm oil; Who have tossed us into darkness with light; Who have slapped away our nakedness with his. Hell is for the Blackman; Created by the Whiteman To contain our blackness - our freedom. Then he gives us a hope of heaven - our enslavement. I am not making sense, no? How