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Lets do an evaluation, the greatest teachers ever to have lived didnt even have a class room, Mohammed, the Prophet, Jesus Christ , the Messiah. But we know thier message by heart, held on to every word. So everytime I sit in class, and the tables and chairs, space and lines,spacing our abilities so that they never really mean anything,drawing a lines, no boundaries to our capabilities, with a recommended message . Our imaginations are bounded by some standardised tests.The greatest teachers taught in a circle, of companions. let me expand on the beauty of a circle, its endless, no beginning no end just like how our imaginations ought to be, to circumference of a circle is  C = 2 π r.  and usually pie = 3.14, but here is the best piece of that pie, pie  is endless, it goes on till every number meaning  anything and everything has been represented. My birth date,  your death date . And that is how learning should be,  a ...

Well you have to excuse me if I'm not a fan anymore to your little game shows that you put up. I am not calling this roulette love anymore . Chances are you might call today or not. Remember me this week or not. Everything has never once been about me but this has revolved around what is convinient for you. If you're reading this, do not wait to be loved and cared about. Do not be scared, take that bold step but I warn you you might stumble. But at least be bold enough to love yourself first. Life as I have learnt in my short 18 years is too damn (excuse my language) precious to be wasted on people who only want to be there for the opening act not the entire show. People are temporary. I have learnt that. People will use you. I have seen that. But self love is the water in your blood. It will keep you afloat even if you're too drained to recuperate.

To you what is life is to me where death awaits.  Slow is to catch where the fire smoked.  But to burn brighter than the forecast .  A Sun sets slowly and lowly a fiery ball of doom.  Steadily stealthy the night comes. Death awaits.  But we are a people without time.

So recently I had a move, from my old apartment to my new one and believe me. It was TEDIOUS work. It took me about 9 trips to move all of my things to my new place. Bearing in mind that I'm a university student barely 18 years and I had so many possessions and yet my life was empty, dull and generally uneventful. Over the years I had struggled with depression and social anxiety and as a result my favourite thing to cope was going shopping...alone. I enjoyed it. I had always managed to convince myself that I deserved everything I got and looked forward to every weekend to "stimulate the economy" as I had put it. Unfortunately the more things I bought, the less happy I became because you see here is how the cycle goes; I buy things I usually left them on my bed to try on...as my place was tiny when I needed to sleep I'd push them to the floor, and the heap grew and I often forgot stuff that I owned so I just bought more. My place was extremely untidy and I became mor...

I went on to appreciate other forms of art

For the sake of my seed, I loved you, but your love broke me dislocated shoulder. you said sorry, it was the liquor I loved you, but the wall also loved me because I found myself constantly slammed into it you said you'd control it. and I loved you. because its was hard being alone I loved you, even when you said my scars were ugly you forgot you put them there, but I only loved you now for the sake of our vows I loved you, and i walked on eggshells, so as not to break your wrath or even cross your path. but i loved you, now for the sake of your child i carry. I had loved you, but my child even more. but you kicked our baby and she was no more then I didn't love you. and you broke me I loved you, but tonight I kill you, and I break this thing called love.

Her hair was in cornrows, the way my mother had done mine severally; but her skin, it was so dark and shiny, not like the normal African skin or the colour of her people, Her skin was dark the colour of hate and destruction, it was dark...like fire had burned it. She lay face down turned away from the sky she will never see again and the little black child next to her lay there armless and burnt as well...yes this is my country 2015. my people. burned like swine, women raped like slaves and the children many died and melted onto the mothers they were latching onto when the bomb went off. Mother dear, you will not die. I have never seen disaster, but that wouldn't stop the tears from flowing, because every time I see another photo, not in the main media but the little blogs that cared to post...I don't think of it as another dead body, no that's what people who cant imagine do. i think of all their possible names; Aisha? Zainab? Fatima? These are popular names amongst ...