Sensitive content - this post contains the topic of suicide You know how algorithms on social media sites such as Facebook and Instagram work right? Even if you aren't sure how they work, you probably have some understanding of them and if not, you've probably had moments where you've been terribly upset by them. Moments… Continue reading Oh What Pain…
‘Untitled’ | Poem
Looking through old notes, I found this poem I wrote almost exactly 12 years ago and thought I'd share 😎. As I read it now, I wonder what was going through my mind when I wrote it. What's your interpretation of this poem? Climbing high up in trees Racing very fast on horseback, Feeling all… Continue reading ‘Untitled’ | Poem
Letter To Me – 365
I live on the 8th floor and this new year, I experienced the most extraordinary kaleidoscope of colours! It was absolutely brilliant. I'm not the biggest fan of fireworks - they're too loud and can be dangerous - and I'll admit I was unimpressed by the display at the beginning of the night. But it… Continue reading Letter To Me – 365
The Illusion is Shattered; What Next?
I’m conducting an experiment that’s making me uncomfortable and forcing me to mentally fight against all of the conscious and unconscious biases that have been thrown at me all my life. Biases based on my race, gender, economic status and identity as an African. A little backstory: this all started when I painfully accepted a… Continue reading The Illusion is Shattered; What Next?
It’s Another Day
She's spiralling again. And yes, she's entirely still Her body is in one position, while her mind goes a mile a minute She hears them call themselves stupid and tears fill her eyes as she turns towards the demeaning voices, and with the most profound conviction says, 'never, never call yourself stupid!' She explains how… Continue reading It’s Another Day
Let’s Pretend
Let's pretend the sun will rise tomorrow Let's pretend we're content Let's pretend winter will end and spring will come Let's pretend we're happy * Let's pretend the clouds will eventually move away Let's pretend we love getting up in the morning Let's pretend because we all pretend Let's pretend you pretend and I do… Continue reading Let’s Pretend
My Name Is Ọrẹ
My name is Ọrẹ and no, I do not shorten it to make you comfortable I certainly do not shorten it to make it easier to pronounce And I most certainly do not shorten it because I hate the full form I could introduce myself as a dozen things and I have 4 different legal… Continue reading My Name Is Ọrẹ
The Secret That Can’t Be Told
There's a secret that can't be told. Sounds silly, I know. Why would it be a secret if it could be told, you may wonder. But I'm serious, this secret can't be told. Ever. Never. Like wind brushing through tree branches, like a hearty laugh on sea waves, like you, like me There are things… Continue reading The Secret That Can’t Be Told
Don’t Grow Up
Round eyes peeked from behind the fence; taking in the green expanse kilometres away, and beyond the setting sun, dazzling city lights. 'I want to go there, mama.' The tiny voice exhaled a wistful sigh. 'I want to get there and experience all there is. I want to go beyond this fence.' 'You have all… Continue reading Don’t Grow Up
Where Is Mine?
I am not a nomad That's too fancy a word to describe me It will be a dishonour to true nomads to call myself that But still, I drift, homeless with a roof over my head Questions of who I am and why I am pouring in at every waking moment From here to there… Continue reading Where Is Mine?
Ọrẹ’s Musings 