nigel-obiyaWhisper

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I'm only human{poem}I am a battlefield... / Between love and dislike, not hate / Between a handshake and a fist fight, when love is late...
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Jul 29, 2015
Break {poem}If you know that she will surely break your heart / Break it off / Do not just take a break, break ranks
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Jul 18, 2015
MACHO HAYANA PAZIA{POEM}I see a country / Where the art of ******** reigns supreme, I see an ethical ship that's sinking / But I'm too focused on my future to worry about these stagnant 'leaders' and their backward way of thinking
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May 19, 2015
Resillience.I sunk a little... / The water I involuntarily drank... / A lot
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May 10, 2015
My English Swahili Sheng' expressive...**I have an issue / One that weighs heavily upon my heart / One that, if left unchecked, threatens to tear our social moral fiber apart
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May 28, 2013
What I fear the next generation could be thinking...**‘The world around me / All this random stuff getting hurled around me / People getting burned around me
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May 22, 2013
Unable to 'good'**I stand aside sometimes / And await my punishment / Await my flogging
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May 21, 2013
Life and death... Freestyle write, Part 3The sun burned through his skin, the saltiness of the sea almost acting as seasoning on his flesh, he could make out the birds circling overhead as his vision cleared. They were seagulls, not vultures. Still, they had a menacing look about them. He sat up and looked around the little boat, everyone was asleep, Michael wasn't sure whether this was due to exhaustion or whether they were trying to conserve their energy. One thing was for sure, that fireball in the sky was draining them of everything liquid in their systems. He stared at the sea and, for a moment, considered drinking the salt water, weighing this option against the raspy dryness that he was feeling at the back of his throat. The salt water could wait. / He stood up, and the sharp pain in his chest reminded him of the arrow he’d been struck with, it was gone now, but the pain still remained. The guys must have found a way to dislodge it, brilliant lot. There was ocean everywhere, no land in sight, no hope. For a moment Michael wished it was nighttime so he wouldn't be able to see far enough to realize that he had no hope of finding land anytime soon, and also that fireball wouldn't be tormenting them so. He stepped forward then caught his breath as something moved in the water. / A shadow almost the size of the boat swam under it. Michael watched as it glided, gracefully through the water. He had no idea what he was looking at, only that it was huge. A shark maybe? King fish? Both sounded dangerous, and both sounded like food. He was delusional, but hunger tended to do that to people. The food swam a few meters away, teasing him, and then circled back. He swallowed dry saliva.
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May 17, 2013
Blessed day...**I woke up and looked around / Waited for the sun to come up fully / Waited for the morning to blossom
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Apr 27, 2013
Life and Death... freestyle write, part 2Continued from part 1... / There was a *thud* as someone behind him hit the ground… probably the recipient of the bullet. His chest hurt, everything from his neck down was on fire. Michael tried to get up, and gave up. He slumped face first into the shallow water, taking a mouthful of sand in the process. / *So this is how I was meant to go*? Was his last thought before everything went dark.
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Apr 25, 2013
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