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1, Stop Counting people's blessings ~ It is interesting to admire your friend's success, but don't try to compare and contrast, you're different persons and your paths have been mapped out. When the temptation to compare especially on bad days fingers my eyelids, I pull out my gratitude journal and write out five things I'm grateful for. It could be as little as being able to keep to time or even for being mentioned in a good will comment by a friend. Being grateful opens us up for more. 2, Try Leadership and Politics ~ I think there are two different things, one is seen as good and the other is seen as bad. The mention of the word "politics" get us grabbing our bags, and the mention of "leadership" gets us spreading our clothes in the open. My involvement in both has impacted my life and my dealing with others. I see both as siamese twins. Politics makes good leadership and Leadership makes good politics. You should try it! ...

OCTOBER 30FEST HUMANITARIAN POETRY PRIZE 2018 We are glad to officially announce a call for the submission of poems for the 3rd edition of the October 30FEST Humanitarian Poetry Prize. This Poetry Prize seeks to sprinkle smiles on the faces of those left out in the scheme of things in the society. The cash prize for winning this prize would be donated to any charity course of the winner's choice as a service to humanity. Theme : 2019 ; The Poet's Prophecy Deadline : 20th October, 2018 ELIGIBILITY ~ This contest is open to all poets from all over the world. GUIDELINES ~ Submissions are to be made to http://bit.ly/October30Fest with strict adherence to the instructions stipulated. ~After completing submission on the Google form, you are required to post your entry again on the October 30FEST Facebook group using this link - http://bit.ly/FBOctober30Fest for interaction. However, likes are not a criteria for winning. ~ Entries submitted must be previou...

Day85 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge You newly coupled who have refused A return from Paris You recline like butter on bread Who said that you'll live long(er)? You who think suicide is next If you left college next best You shut your eyes on all of your kind Who said that you'll live long(er)? You claim teen Ignoring the clock that said, "no time" You forget the phrase, 'Gone too Soon' Who said that you'll live long(er)? Like the prosperous Ant Just in the corridor, he kicked a pale Death took no bribes Who said that you'll live long(er)? Like the innocent thief Who found a new source of livelihood Life could not offer pity no more Who said that you'll live long(er)? So now you changed the figures And cared less what employees felt The higher throne was all you aimed Who said that you'll live long(er)? You were told to restrain For your family, health and wealth Yet you stuck to the wrap l...

Day84 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge When we marched, we whispered freedom Not to be shackled, we marched for our future Not a protest, a silent walk for our kingdom But with threats, disguised as request they made fixture They said our whispers were too violent So in fear we did relent We marched without our voices Only hope on our feet resounding our dreams But this time our feet was silenced Don't march so loud, our nation requires peace; This they said, waving at us guns and vices They said we did breath too loud Like mourners on procession, we stood huddled in a corner Afraid to speak, afraid to breath, afraid to live, to lift our banner But hope, it never dies, inside us it simmered Take our voices, it whispered But we won't seat in defeat, we recovered Break us, we are resilience, we whimpered They pushed us, now we rise, we are resilience We are lions we proclaimed We won't back down any more, we swore Guns and prisons,...

Day84 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge "Citizens of this notable nation Cry of your needs we have heard Cripple shall walk; lame shall run Change! that's what we need" Humble persuasion of the sweet tongue 'Hat-less' 'lead-ass' recited dynamism like poetry Head over heels; change has changed our agog Head in the clouds is the society. Asshole rock of pacesetter Abode of abnormal change All is trade by barter A thing or two is a victim of change. Nitwit we must have been Never asked what manner of change Negative or positive Ampicillin? Newly adoption of waveless sage. Gallant resources of the past Growing down to be valueless like refuse Gluttonous greediness of 'politrickcians' Go to pot; they have changed our uplift. Editor in chief to emperor in cheat Ex gratia we hardly have to survive in the society Ego and superego; did you put in pit? Every amenities are elusive like morality. (STANZAI...

Day 83 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge Footsteps Held breath Increased heart beats The door knob turns open He walks in as he often Tucked away I try to hide I am a sport he loves to find Hands on my throat A threat is his oath Silence is the new me As he has his way with me The pain too hard to bear As he thrust his shaft in my rear Choking and oppressing Threatening and hitting Lust dancing in his eyes As his body plays the melodies He takes a piece of me Stirring a hatred for me Death please take me soon In the grave I'd rather swoon Satisfied with his victory While I cower in my misery He turns and walks away Only to return the following day Daisy Emah-Emah hails from Akwa Ibom State, Studied Computer Science. A social development worker who loves bringing change, currently volunteering for an NGO and loves writing.

Day 82 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge You are still sitting alone in the dark corners of broken wings Silently hugging your sorrows in whispering tears So you will never fly, blackbird The memories of your father's pains are perfectly seamed in a thousand fragments to the lonely gown your mom wore every other night. They never flew So you will never fly, blackbird They said your brother sentenced himself behind bars so strong Cocaine weaved your face unevenly he calls you his lost wife's picture So you will never fly, blackbird They also said that your sister is tied to the fists of a man who nourishes her daily with encounters fatal than accident So you will never fly, blackbird So you are still sitting alone in the dark alleys of shredded hopes In the haunted mansions of the infinite stigmas sticking stubbornly to your black skin So you will never fly, blackbird I can see them hovering around you Zombie dreams wandering ...

Day 81 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge Come, Let me take you beyond the oceans, Past the rise and fall of mountain tops and valley bottoms, Through the Nile and the Niger, Let me show you a people rich in diversity, Regardless of adversity Let me show you a people who comprehend loyalty, Who are disjointly united Come, Follow me as we sojourn through history's lands, To a time when our kin were bound by feet and hands Watch closely and see, See how the fire of discord was kindled by foreign mouths, As the rains came and went with our kin taking a plunge into doom, To life's south Dry the tears in your eyes, Dry your eyes and look Listen as History speaks, Do you see the waves of chaos that spread through our lands? Did it not spread well and smooth like sweet butter on bread? Look at the wars and suffering induced by silly laws, Need I say more? Come, Come away from History's shed Come with me to the halls of the present Can ...

Day 80 #365daypoetrychallengeforadvocacyandsocialchange My soul is buried in sorrow For there is bitterness in the marrow My home has turned to a battle field And the crops in the farm don't yield No brother, no mother Alone in a world without a father Lost my blood in a bloody fight When earth produced men with might I cry, I weep, I groan All I do is stare at the blind sun The gentle breeze is no where to be found Even the cool sea is in for a mourn It all began a grief ago When the minds of men picked up aggression Mortals were slaughtered like sheep And the spirit of humanity was murdered to weep The living stood alone and wept For their loved ones have gone afar The land of immortals swallowed our people And left us to mourn everyday The sun has shut its eyes Even the moon has gone blind The air we breathe has turned sour The rock shed not water but blood For the land has seen evil In the farm We find the skull of our brothers Crops have re...

Day79 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge Dear Nigeria, I saw the faces of those you Dissected into thousand pieces Of flesh on the plateau With their hopes still hovering around their crushed hearts I saw the faces of those whose blood Became the waterfall the flooded The streets with their screams Sellotaping every air in the atmosphere I also so the black statue you made Out of he ones you barbecued with Their dreams greasing their bodies For a nice meal I saw faces of those who Were my brothers with same black Face and map of the two great rivers Perfectly wedged in their hearts I saw the faces of those infants Who never chose to be here But stayed because in the blurry Smile of their mothers they saw Hope lasting longer than the love They had for you I saw how after you disappointed them Frustrated them Took dreams away from them You sent them to a place you know Quickly. Brutally. I saw you Yours sincerely, Survivor ...

Day 78 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge I am Amazon The flower to rise from dead leaves The spring he will drink his fill Progeny of a new strength In sneakers to school I am your smile In between blood Flowing from your eyes You have closed mine Banished me to Sheol No backward glances Let us sit at your closed gates In sackcloth and ashes Mourning for never knowing the light. Deshi Onani hails from Bekwarra local government area in Cross River State. She is currently a student of the University of Calabar, Cross River State. She is a member of Poets In Nigeria(PIN), and Calabar Literary Society (CLS). Her hobbies include dancing, reading, listening to music, and traveling. She lives in Calabar, Cross river state.

Day 77 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge Olodumare Convener of ethereal meetings Not in homage, my bended knee But to pour boiling anguish Torrents of beads spilled Why, oh why Does blood ring in deep valleys Bounce off rotting streams Creep, the restless ivy Why this sullen path? We could all be ghostly, no crime Than this oozing stench Black skin, black soul, black... Ah, Olodumare! Lady Justice should Sit also in dust, thighs bare, Arms Akimbo Scales far flung, her blindfold cut She seems in dire need of light herself Better yet, should lead her sheep To each, his pasture Myths of dark ages Legends of golden hope Bend your forlorn heads Bare your blunt fangs Blast dead incantations Scratch dry throats in hope of fire Fate points accusing fingers Olodumare Convener of ethereal meetings Paint our heads white Our land, a picturesque of heaven So she will strut proudly The mother we've ever known. Deshi Onani hails from bek...

Day 76 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge There was silence, As I laid still on the bed With lights turned on a masked face The drugs couldn't cloud the memories I learnt never to be me anymore I wanted to be beautiful To have that perfect body With the amazing Instagram life Being skinny made life unbearable for me Last night he pushed his groin So hard into my mouth I could almost taste my own blood choking me I could neither cry nor scream While he used my body as a tool for his pleasure I wondered if my mother was listening He wasn't the first So I felt no pain It was worth the money Now my body lies here Under the knives Where my soul is in need of a surgery Yet no one knows... I am the shard of a beautiful girl. Nwaogu Chinenye Cynthia is a student of the University of Calabar,a lover of both arts and literature. Chinenye says "I create as I speak for my mind bore the thoughts "

Day75 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge To be stubborn is not a bad thing I have learnt from Ojukwu to dive in To dive in and to thrive in it, but of course one day you will have to run away and leave it I have learnt from Fela to not stop when it's tough To become that basket mouth that opens up again To let fear be the force that drives us to our gain, and not the force that keeps us in chains Like Osadebe I'm using a form that is sure, to do a work Chinua Achebe saw - that is strong Although they think to this world that it would stop They try by all means to make me stop A sign that I can't see neither can I hear because I'm on top But of course,1 One day I will run away and leave it because it's tough I have done that before, yet it crawls to me, Who would bear my cross? Damn, it's tough I say to myself that I can't do everything Because in me is not everything So I will have to gear up with you like the Ari...

Day74 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge 1. Fear God, worship not because you love to but because you have to. Let your phobia for hell consume your love for reverence. 2. Remember to shout while praying, for your Lord attends to those not whose needs are most pressing but whose voices are heaven quaking. 3. Everybody except you is your enemy, Pray for their demise, it doesn’t matter who, for everyone and everything is a suspect. 4. Judge, help your Father out He has too many things to handle, In the process, don’t forget you’re perfect. 5. Eye service is important, be good on the outside, the inside is just you, so be you for no one’s watching. 6. Pastor is always right, his deeds and instructions are supreme After all, his steps are all ordered from above. 7. Your denomination is the best there is, all else is fake , your doctrines were shipped from God’s mouth, your church is a sanctuary, the rest are shrine based. 8. Your faith is to...

Day73 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge Every human is special, But the maid is less special Why treat them as inferior & claim your children are superior? The blood that flows in them acknowledges the ill-treatment The oppression meted on them Can speak against any government Maids are not objects, But special humans to be treasured They're not even celebrated & their hard work are not measured The blood in humans means life & these maids deserve a better life Your actions upon them paints a picture & the depression is scary from life's aperture. Maids are not objects, But special beings for blessings Springing joy like a seed among thickets I know this because I learnt valuable lessons Maids are humans not object Do not wear them the garments of regret. Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell O is a Poet and the Author of "The Oracle of Isieke"

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Day72 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge Let silent lips speak the loudest Of what the birds need sing, Roar it to the mountains What good news we bring Let the weak raise feeble limbs And every wet eyes dry, You no longer have to bury your dreams, Or behind the male do hide For our dream were shattered, Because it was a girl’s Maybe we are born and bred, To piper low and live in fear Just like a bird we were given wings And told not to fly, We are to wait for a messiah On whose feet we must lie Tell it to the girls in the east, And to the girls in the west, It’s time get on your feet, And live your dreams to your best Your daughters no longer should shrink, To make themselves smaller, Girls too can reach that zenith, For success has no gender . Oche Celestine Onjewu is a Physicist, Poet and a Writer.

#365daypoetrychallenge #Day71 I speak in lines you can feel Run bold on lines of open realities I seek core hard moulds reeling In smoking facts of life I crave hands craving fitting uplift For a people deep in self-wrought I steal lines of old and new Raising pillars yearning Gainful today and tomorrow I draft crafts of lasting memories Drawn from wells of yesterday's Bards and grey haired ones, Staging virtues for good. I speak in letters and lines you can relate Bundling holes cutting us deaths And wailing pockets across our space I roam hearts around hopeful world Battered bulldozers and caterpillars I dig deep for period finds I sing in tongues of unloading Crafts minted for consciences Parading streets as gods For heroe-worships I speak from the skies of Europe Across the rising dew of Bosphorous Today is Children Day in Turkey Kids are celebrated in the bowel of a Turkish bird Deep in the skies, Near by. Seated by are two Nigerian kids Smi...

Day70 #365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge (for all victims of unrequited love) Once I met a girl named Prettyface Mary The likes of whom set foot on our beaten path so rarely. Her presence was like sunshine pure and golden In an overcast season of promises made and broken. Consumed by her overpowering radiance, I felt entrapped within her magnetic ambience. Gushing in admiration unbridled, My opening line to her, I pronounced softly, unguarded. ‘Prettyface Mary,’ I quipped. ‘May I remain bathed in your cosy presence till eternity?’ To my entreaty, Prettyface Mary beat a silent retreat. Still, I persevered. To her, I said, ‘If no answer is forthcoming from you, my dearie ‘Then, I fear my heart Will into a thousand fragments remain shattered.’ Prettyface Mary was unyielding Perhaps my style was discomfiting. So to a different strategy I placed my hope And to the goddess of poetry I duly approached. Missives in droves I penned to Prettyfa...