Happy Easter people!!! I hope we all celebrated the resurrection of our Lord and saviour Jesus Christ. I’m currently preparing for my  1st semester postgraduate exams which are supposed to start on the 30th of this month. In fact, I had to TAKE A BREAK and attend to you guys before I disappear into the exam period.

Today, we are going do a poem review of a poem written by the famous Maya Angelou! 🙂 it’s titled STILL I RISE.

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou

Wow! Dare I review this poem! it’s self-explanatory isn’t it?

The first time I read it, it was published on Facebook when she died. Most of her poems just touch lives of women especially who have lost their self-esteem or sense of self-worth. When Ijeoma brought it to my attention and said we should do a review on it, I just couldn’t resist.

Oh! before I forget, Ijeoma says HI! She hasn’t abandoned you all like I do all the time, she’s actually in Law School :D. She promises to be back soon to ignite Little Sparks in your lives 😉

This poem in particular describes a woman who despite all the challenges has the time to be sassy and sexy. It tells us a story of a typical woman in a society where people are quick to judge and intimidate with every chance they get. These people however do not know that with every curse, spit and foul talk, they lift her higher and make her stronger because she will rise.

The society which has termed us ‘weak’ has forced a lot of us into the shadows of the streets and states. They have made us wait in the shadows and watch as they push more people in. Make no mistake, there are men there even. Yes! everyone is a victim of the societies’ whip. Generations are condemned and faiths are demolished. They have blocked their ears with their own justifications. Our cries are unheard as they trample on us until we stop and become shadows of ourselves.


From the extraordinary strength we posses, we rise!

Above all hate and circumstance, we shine!

If you are in the shadows, strike a match!

Don’t let those clothes, make up or relationship win!

Don’t let that hiss or that scowl bring you down because you are strong and YOU WILL RISE.

Have a lovely week everyone





Bia, nodu ofu ebe this girl, stop shifting this cap” my mum said as she dutifully adjusted the convocation gown I was trying to wear for us to take pictures.
“You don’t know how lucky you are, I didn’t attend my own convocation” she continued.
“why nau?” I asked.
“Is it not you? I was pregnant for you during my time” she explained.
Humans were built to always want more and more until we die. We are naturally insatiable which can be a good thing because it is this want for better things that drives us everyday but it blinds us sometimes. When we always want the best out of situations, we forget to appreciate the present states of these situations.
“Oh, my parents are so annoying, I wish they wouldn’t disturb me so much” said Nelo.
“You are lucky you even have parents, mine died even before I was 4” said Tina.
Only then did Nelo realize that she had parents who really cared about her wellbeing and were just trying to show her love the best way they could. She forgot to appreciate the fact that they were alive and interested in her and resulted to complaining about how sour her relationship with her parents was.
“This yellow dress is too big for me, I hate it!” said Ada.
“Oh God, I wish I had some clothes to wear” said the homeless child on the street.
It is good that we always want the good things but will this hunger cause us not to live?
I learnt a lesson today that I will hold on to forever. Sometimes, it’s good to just relax, forget what ever may be bothering you, forget the fact that you feel like you have the worst problems on planet earth, forget that anger, or sadness or anxiety you feel and just live in the moment with whatever or whoever you have. You owe yourself happiness and rest of mind because no body will do it for you. Sometimes, just forget the things you want or how you want things to be and see the light in how things already are.
“Ngwa, Daddy let’s go we are already late” mummy said as she walked towards the car.
“Okay! Bye bye! Thanks for coming” I said as my dad shut the driver’s door and started the engine.
Apparently my parents were only available for about 30 minutes today because they had to go get little brother from school back in Nnewi but believe me when I say that I enjoyed every single minute of it because I relaxed, threw away all my trouble and lived in the moment. It gave me a break from all the wahala from school and life and allowed me to re-visit them with a cooler head.
Try living in the moment.
Just forget and live.
On another note, the convocation ceremony was held at my school today so,




Hey guys! Before you beat me, I can explain. You see, I had just three days to prepare for a major jury. It threw me off balance, so I had to cheat on you guys with my studies :twisted:. Don’t be mad, I’m back for you here with another Poem review of a piece I stumbled upon online some time ago and it spoke to me. I think it would speak to you too. It’s titled FACADE by Max.

I thought I had found it.
True love.
It felt too good to be true.
The care and constant attention
The kisses and the sweet embraces
The smiles and the calls every night

The intimate magic we made
The lovely aura we carried
He saved me I thought
He helped me get up from that gutter I was in
He gave me life

I felt important, loved and cherished
I felt happy and better
It went on and on and on
Until I became boring
I started taking it more seriously

I had found the one
He also said he had found the one
But deep inside I saw that lie
That darkness shielded by innocent eyes
I felt that withdrawal
I felt him laugh at me

Now, situations have changed
There is an excuse for everything
I now yearn to be touched and genuinely loved
I yearn for that happiness I felt 
There is this dark cloud over our heads

I am the only fighting to get it off
He is not interested anymore.
Just like that, I am back to square one
In that gutter
Did I ever leave? 
Have I been lying to myself?

Was it just a facade?

One thing I had to say about this poem when I read it, was that it was so real like I could feel what the writer felt while he/she wrote it.
This poem tells a tale of a young lady who got into a relationship with a guy who wasn’t ready to be serious with her. It’s very sad because, it seems as if she put in her all into a relationship with the wrong person at probably the wrong time.
She got into a relationship with someone who didn’t have a future for her or didn’t have plans to keep her. He probably was an ungodly man who was taking extras for free. Now she’s left with nothing but her tears, regret and shame.
Most of us are guilty of this particular mistake where we don’t wait for God to help us chose the right person to date for the right reasons. At the end of the day we are left with physical and emotional scars that hardly ever fade and leave us misinformed about what real relationships are about.
I don’t really have much to say because I don’t know it all and I am learning just like every other person reading this.
Just know that God is always there to pick you up from whatever ditch you have fallen into. We are all going to keep running this race called life until it ends. It’s never too late to make it right, its never too late to leave that toxic relationship you’re in and its never too late to start living again.
That’s all for now, see you later 😈 and I promise to be around more often. Keep loving yourself for me 😘😘😘


Coils on Campus : Ify!

Hey guys! Happy Sunday! I was featured on a Natural Hair blog run by a wonderful person 😁 coilyheadofhair.wordpress.com
Go and see!


Hello ladies, We apologize for not putting up any feature last week Saturday.

Today’s Coils on Campus feature is Ify aka The Female Igbo Architect. I have come to see Ify as a friendly and amazing since I knew her. She is also an Architecture student but she’s not my mate at all o.  Ify runs a multi- subject blog Girl Up ‘n’ Walk. I absolutely love the name of her blog, it speaks to me whenever it comes to my mind. It’s like a saying telling me to stand up and do what have to do! Who feels the same way? Anyway, let’s meet her.


Hello Beautiful, Let’s get to know you.

My name is Ify and I am currently running my master’s programme in Architecture at Nnamdi Azikiwe University, Anambra state. I love to sing, dance, and talk! 😀 It’s no news that I am God’s favourite child: P…

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Hello people 🙂
I’m sorry I’ve been hoarding gist about my hair for a long time. Please forgive me, school work has kidnapped me.
It’s been 5 months since my BC and I discover new things about my hair everyday but today I am going to share three weird facts about her:
Uneven shrinkage: lol this particular fact makes me worry and cracks me up at the same time. Whenever I band my hair at night and then loose it the next morning, I have this large afro on my head but about six hours later, it turns into a half afro in front, a full afro at the back and a shrunken mass of hair in the middle😂😂😂. I later realised that it happens because the hair at the back is softer than the hair in front and the hair in the middle is thicker than the hair anywhere else.


Uneven growth: this is another “uneveness” about my hair. The hair in the middle is the thickest but it grows faster that the hair at the front and at the back.  It’s not as if the hair at the edges break off or anything because I make sure I don’t stress them. Tbh I have no explanation for it and I don’t even know if it’s normal lol.


She has a jealous owner: 😠😒 yes! She gets more attention than I do and its so not fair! 😣
“Hey, nice afro”
“Nne, are you wearing a wig?”
“Wow, your hair is beautiful”
I mean, she just takes allll the glory and shades me lol
Just kidding though.
Let’s hear yours! What are the three weird facts about your hair?



Goodmorning people, Happy New month!! 😁😁
Today I was going through my Facebook page and I stumbled on something that ruined my day. I decided to take a screen shot of it and see what you all have to say about it.




It says:

So this woman,  Hajia Risikatu Abdulkarim, a lecturer at Nassarawa Polytecnic is being interviewed on NTA Keffi.
I listen with an open mouth as the interviewer asks if rape is the fault of the women. And she replies with a yes.  Says when a woman is dressed indecently or is half naked,  it’s her fault if she gets raped. 

She says sometimes,  the  rapists would even finish raping a girl before they are aware that they raped her.  So it’s not their fault.

In the fight against violence against women,  she says women should stay close to God,  and they won’t experience violence.

A lecturer in Nigeria says this.  A woman for that matter.
What is she teaching?
Like seriously?!
Who sent me to watch NTA this evening?
See what #BuyNigeriaToGrowTheNaira campaign has


First of all, I will like correct that thing you are already thinking about. She doesn’t make any sense what so ever and if she is trying to make sense, she failed.
Do you know what RAPE is?
Rape is defined as sexual intercourse that is forced on a person without his or her permission. It may involve physical force or the threat of force. It may also be done against someone who is unable to give consent. Sounds so unserious right? Lets now define consensual sex and compare the two, that way you will understand how horrible the act is.
Consensual sex occurs when both parties especially the females agree on and are ready mentally and biologically for it. We all attended integrated science classes in Junior secondary so we know exactly how sex happens.
When it happens by force, there is pain, a lot of pain. Physically and emotionally.
RAPE is just evil. Only a dark, twisted and mentally imbalanced person would take by force what he can always get for free if he is patient enough.
Everybody is responsible only for his/her sin. The way a lady dresses does not encourage rape. A man does not just decide to rape a girl on seeing her, he must have always had that intention even before seeing the girl.
Don’t get me wrong though, I don’t encourage indecent dressing because I think women should treat their bodies better.
Besides, in India where ladies are usually covered up to their feet, they still get raped.

She says sometimes,  the  rapists would even finish raping a girl before they are aware that they raped her.  So it’s not their fault.

Can you imagine? So this is the excuse she has for these horrible monsters who take advantage of women?
I will stop here for now and let you share what you feel about this as well.