First blog post

I’m Grace, the girl next door.

Never kept a journal or diary before (so I’m wondering how this will turn out) just a box of poems, inspirational quotes and lots of relatable stories to share with the world. My devotion to God and balancing my relationships are the most important things to me and I believe there’s someone out here I can reach out to..





Would you remember the day?

With weary hours, that day

Tired like termite and droned like bee

Laid my beaten body to sleep

Coaxed my chaotic head to calm

Before I sensed your troubled palm

Planting waters on my hungry waist

Arousing my sleeping to shock

Hot rolling, ice stilled blood walk

Up all the way down my chest

Would you remember rightly?

That evil night, dark and lonely

Dreadful dream woke me falsely

I wailing and sweated profusely

Then your arms circled my soul snugly

Muffling my demons mindfully

Curled up in your cool, soothing warmth

I bury my fears in your smooth breath

Smile into my trembling ears and put my troubled spirits to rest

Say many nothings so I can hear your drumming breast

P.S: diagram by me and I love the stories it carries

©Grace Okoliko 2017


This clingy matter

Firmly in my minds grasp

Yet slyly from my hands it glides
Begins with a question mark

Ends with an exclamation mark
I hate to rush

But of course, time and I never negotiate
What should be

I must do now
Oh dearest tomorrow

Bless me with a whisper

A secret from your fountain of memories
So I can make you thankful to me

For a treasured knowledge

You only, can offer
©2017 Grace Okoliko


You came with no warning

Like winds of Sahara and downpours of October

You rain sour milk to severely starved souls
With your cruel hands

Fighting our race, right in our face

You have marred and battered lives

Have afflicted sundry with suicidal thoughts
Don’t you hear them howling?

With voices hoarsen with hunger

The silent scream of the masses

A pretty ugly plea for mercy
Look what you’ve turned men to..

Paupers now beggars; savages now cannibals

Siblings selling siblings

Souls of blood for bowls of salad

Flutter by, butterfly of yester years

Your orange wings bring memories of good ol’ days

When the sun shone brighter and the rainbows wore colorful robes

When ‘garri’ was ten naira and ‘kulikuli’ five naira
Oh recession! Have you no shame?

From afar, echoes the cry of old men in depression

Breadwinners turned ‘breadwhiners’; spirits deeply sunken in frustration

Cage your crown at the cave of shame, cruel recession!
©Grace Okoliko

Cursed- a short play

[6:25am, Jeji village]

Hunter: (smiling, walking towards the woods, with chewing stick in mouth)

Tis duty, old and tired

 Of luck and trial

Tis morning still

Fresh as the spring on the hill

Green as the stick in my lip

Renews my faith and limb

Of a certainty..

Today’s catch is big (smiles broadly)

Lo! Voices sing to me

From the woods deep

Could they be seducing me

To a generous feast?

[A bird sits on a large tree, overlooking the mountains and thick jungle in the distance]

Bird: It’s such a beauty indeed

This place beyond the hills

With it’s lush, green leaves

And big, old bounty trees

That together protects itself

It’s cozy branches and juicy fruits

It’s wild creatures, carnivorous beasts

From the world and intruders

From domestication and hunters

They remain, hidden away

Nuzzling in the safety of cover and distance

Hunter: (sees bird on a tree)

Such a delicious beauty

Idle and innocent

Calls me to her scent

Oh, I can already

Smell the aroma, brew

Her delicate flesh

All spiced and garnished

In a pot of stew

(Cocks gun, focuses it on bird, about to pull the trigger; but stops as bird turned to face him)

Hunter: (dazed, lowers gun)

Those eyes… those eyes

Are not birds eyes

BOOM! [Gunshots. Bird fell off branch, dead..supposedly]

Hunter: (agitated, rushes to where body laid, scoops bird in his palm gently, sees it’s still breathing)

Stranger: (comes out from hiding)

Hey you!

Give it, would you?

Hunter: (shushes him)

It’s not dead

Let me, I pray thee

Make a bed

I must save it

Stranger: (amazed)


Do as thou may

For its still day

I must away (vanishes)

Hunter: (carries bird home; treats it wound and lays it down to rest)

Bird: (stirs awakes, realizes she’s changed back. Looks out the window, sees its dark)

Oh no, I must not be found

Yes! The kind hunter

I shall thank later

He mustn’t see me now

(Ties a clumsy shawl over her unclad body. Opens door an bumps into the hunter with a squirrel in his hand)

Their eyes lock..

Hunter: (lazily strides home; dead squirrel in hand)

For a big day I’d set

But tis what I get

A meagre meal

And a bird to heal (stops short as the door before him flew open to reveal a woman..in his shawl!)

Their eyes lock..

Bird/woman: My name is Jemima

Daughter of Pa Amah

I am under a curse

A crime I know not the cause

A human from dawn to morn

A beast from morn to dawn

Hunter: As little as my faith stands

To bear this tale a small chance

This I knows for sure

Your beauty remains pure

Both in bird form

And human form

Jemimah: Tis not a common joke

Look where the bullet sunk

I admire your method of flatter

And though I delight in this banter

There exists a weightier matter

A short while and I shall cease to suffer

Hunter: (confused) You..you have me lost Mima

Forgive me that I stutter

I still don’t get this matter

How shall you cease to suffer?

Jemima: I wish not to bother

You kind hunter

Bye Sir..

Your deeds I shall forever

Live or die to remember

Till we meet again yonder

Hunter: No no, we haven’t met by chance

Let me now pledge allegiance

To bear your case on my hands

And join in your quest for answers

Jemima: Then must we make haste

Our journey is far west

The cure lies in a buried casket

Must be dug before tomorrow’s sunset

[01:08am. Forest of Jeji]

Jemima: (weak, slurring words)

Let’s make we a camp I plea

For my body is a tired and hungry

My eyes also are dim and weary

At first crow, we’ll wake to journey

[Also tired, he yielded; they found a shed and slept]

[05:50pm. Next day; Jeji west]

Hunter: Alas! We’ve found it

But there’s no time left

I shall begin digging this tomb

For therein shall you find freedom

(Begins shoveling Sand off tomb)

Jemima: (holds his arms, stopping him)

Dig no more my love

Lo! The sun’s no more above

My strength is failing, I’m dying

Let’s not spend my last moment digging

Hunter: (teary-eyed, sobbing)

Nay nay, my Mima

Please, speak no longer

Thine words plunge daggers

At my souls scars

(He pulls her into his arms, weeping like a child)

[They stay that way for minutes that seemed like forever; then she lifted her tearstained face, touched his lips with hers and breathed her last into his mouth before she closed her eyes]

Hunter: Mima! Mima!

No! No! Noooo..(wailing, loudly)

Don’t do this Mima, come back!

Should I cry you the oceans or blood?

Shall I call on the winds or God?

I’ll do whatever, please come back!

[Sits beside her, crying all through the night. Then buries her the next morning]

Hunter: (to himself)

I knew, but couldn’t help falling in love with you Mima

You will continue to live in my heart forever..

~[THE END] ~

Feeding the mind appropriately; the recipe to positive thinking

An interesting technology has been invented for mankind; the creation of robots! It’s a common knowledge that these robots exhibit super speed and intelligence. However, they have no life, they may have a brain however, they lack one basic thing; mind. This explains their limitations.

For the sake of our topic, I would define the mind as the non-material substance or set of processes in which consciousness, feeling, thinking and will are based.
Now, the mind is an embodiment of our spirit, soul and brain. There is absolutely no limit to what our minds are capable of containing and achieving. The mind is the foundation upon which our principles, morals, beliefs, values, interests and decisions are based. It is the core where in imagination, ideas, visions, fantasies and imagination lies. We are who and where we are today as a result of the products of the functions of our mind. So we can safely conclude that the quality of our minds determine how far or how much we achieve in life.
The good news is, we not only have access to our minds but we have the power to control it. We are the masters of our minds. We play the chief role in effecting what goes in and out of our minds and we don’t have to be psychologist or psychics to do that. Great men from different times understood the power of the mind and made a difference. Since we’ve also grasped this concept, the next thing is to use this to our advantage.The reality of our world and universe is summed up in the law of karma; what we give is what we get. Everything exist based on this law. Similar to the mind, what we give to it, is what we get from it.
Let’s compare our minds to our bodies, which need food for energy and to function properly. In the case of the mind, words are it’s basic food. Words we hear (from people, music), words we see or read (in books, pictures), words we imagine in stories and life experiences. Our minds are continually receiving and absorbing words consciously and/or subconsciously.
How then can we know the contents of our minds? The answer is – through our thoughts and feelings. When we constantly absorb negative words, our thoughts become polluted then we emit negative vibe around us and vice versa. To remain positive therefore entails that we consciously feeding our minds appropriately.
Every now and then we are faced with thought-provoking situations. Some barge into our minds, others subtly make their way in.
Channels through which we feed our minds everyday include: family, friends, environment, music, books etc. Our family and friends affect our thoughts perspective hugely and that is why we are often advised to surround ourselves with people who increase our self worth.
Most sadists, depressed or pessimistic individuals have something in common as all cases have often been traced down to abusive homes and/or bad peer groups. I guess this is where the adage “show me your friends and I’ll tell you who you are” stems.
The influence of books and music can also not be overstated. These channels have the ability to persuade the human mind through the harmonization of carefully selected words. As much as there are lots of materials on these that stifles positive thinking, there are also enormous quantity of quality materials that gears towards positive thinking. Fortunately, as in the other case, we get to make our choices here as well. For example, Eric, a former course mate and friend of mine, suddenly started acting cynical and self-conscious a certain time. He would wipe off every surfaces he made contact with, saying, he can’t afford to leave his finger prints anywhere. I later found out he was reading his third Hadley Chase novel that week!
And so many other similar cases that reflect the things we indulge our minds in.
Therefore, to achieve positivity, we must steer clear (totally) or at the least, minimize situations that poison the mind with negativity, whilst, veering towards people or situations that encourage positive thinking.
Finally, a good and balanced diet, as we know, is necessary to keep the body healthy. And as much as we try to live up to this, we sometimes have little control over the germs that infect us and deteriorates our health. In the same vein, we may not have total control over negative people or situations. However, we can choose to dwell on them or shrug them off and focus on the positive. A combination of these and other healthy lifestyle choices like, good food, exercise and meditation will ultimately produce positivity.


What if I don’t want to be equal to him?

Satisfied and content in my skin

My brassieres, my heels

Yes, I’m unable to swat cockroaches

And spiders mortify me

It doesn’t make me a lesser me

He could pay the bills, bring home the cheese

I’ll do the laundry and pick the beans

He’ll make quick fixes, mow the meadows

I’ll make good meals and bathe the kids

I don’t want to fix my flat tyre

Sweat and ruin my mascara!

I think he’s pretty at office administrations

But suck at house decorations and party preparations
What if the word ‘submission’ appeals to me?

And I want to be the woman behind him not the wheels?

I’m who, man?I’m woman!

I love to be nurtured and cuddled

Spoiled rotten, worshiped and pampered

Put on my lipstick and six inches

And wait for the door to be opened for me
I’m at the top of my world

And in my next life or world

I’ll come back as me


As woman as I can ever be

#poetry #creativewriting
©Grace Okoliko