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AREA '61 Epilogue

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  Epilogue  "Every den has its shadows. When the sun shines and the lamppostss blink to life at night, you can't see it. But if you look close enough, you catch a glimpse of it flitting from corner to edge. "UNN has a cult, or so I thought. I set out to unravel this mystery but I was really just seeking an adventure different from my everyday life. I was chasing a legacy that would hide me from the fears that haunt me daily. Fears of being alone, not wanted and silly. Are '61 was the red tag on my map. It made me shudder just to think of all the scandals I could unearth or forge. I set out to find what wasn't looking for me. Did I find it? No, but I found something better. I found that the world is not as dark and dreary as I thought. I found that people can be trusted. I found that the world is so full of different personalities and to survive in it, we must be tolerant. I found that sometimes, the answer to our questions are the questions themselves. I found tha

DIARY OF A JACKSONITE πŸ’™πŸ–€ Peckie🌟🌟🌟

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PECKIE 025 JACKSONITE πŸ’™πŸ–€✨ In a class room, you can find a lot of personalities. The cool. The intelligent. The beautiful. The famous. The charismatic and the notorious. Then there are other students who simply don't get enough attention. They just come and go. Their voices are almost never heard and their faces barely noticed. Why are they so, insignificant? "Hi," a cute and smallish caramel brown girl with lovely glasses broke my chain of thoughts unexpectedly. She smiled and I smiled back. She was one of the personalities of my class that stood in the shadows of the prominent few. Like me. "Hello," I said and tried to match her face with a list of names my course mates answered. I couldn't pick one though. "Can I sit here?" she asked kindly. "Sure," I said and let her move behind the desk and sit beside me. Then we continued our wait for the MAC 222 lecturer. As we waited, I observed my companion, out of habit. One minute, she was scr

JACKSONITE πŸ’™πŸ–€ Maestro ✍️

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  Maestro 025 Jacksonite; D.O.G, MACSA 2023/2024  @real_maestro (Instagram) THOUGHTS OF A MAESTRO (P.S. Not A Diary) 😌 Page 1 . Define purpose. An object to be reached? A target or goal? The reason for existence? These answers, questions in themselves, set my mind pacing. They launch me on a mission of self discovery. They seethe my adrenaline, ready for a kill. My prey is my goal, my target, my reason for existence... And I am the predator. I am not a lion though. No. My mane is fiercer. My claws dig deeper. My eyes pierce the toughest hide. I am no feline. I am the pride of the Father. I am a man of honour. I am a master of my art. I am a poet. I am... Maestro. Page 2. "What hast thou done on Earth?" My answer to this question when I was much younger was, "Nothing." Then I became the number one student in my elementary school in Lagos. It was a wonderful feeling when the peers that had looked down on me suddenly needed my consent and heeded my every comma

DIARY OF A JACKSONITE πŸ’™πŸ–€ Nmeso✨✨✨

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Nmeso 025 Jacksonite Record 1, Friday. Today, I got hit by a simple puzzle of a question, "Who are you?" Nmeso was my first response until the speaker who wanted me to engage my logical faculties asked further, "If you're asked to describe your personality, what can you say?" It's a puzzle and I hate leaving puzzles unsolved so here goes. Hi. My name is Nmesomachinyereuwa. I'm a student of Mass communication... (Pauses) Okay. That aside, if I were to describe myself, I would say I'm the beauty in "Black beauty." So, yeah. I'm a fine girl wey love Jesus. Emphasis on wey love Jesus 'cause I'm a Christian. Digging the surface, I would like to say I'm an antisocial socialist. I do love having intelligent discussions and socializing but a part of me keeps asking, what's the point when people can be so difficult? I love talking so I can't think of myself as an introvert. I also can't consider myself an extrovert either