I have seen people become beings they swore never to be. The ones they described in elaborate details, telling how they will never let their angels stoop so low to become demons. So, pardon me if i pour myself some holy water, mixing it with some prayers after interacting with some humans.
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theijeoma:

Chief Stephen Osita Osadebe - Onuigbo

Uzoamaka Aduba as Suzanne in Orange is The New Black is perfection times a million.
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he
couldn’t stand
the power of his wife
so,
he tore himself into quarters
to break her into
pennies.

Abuse

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break you apart,
they will find a
sobbing child
in
undisclosed locations
of your body

but, tell me, how many times have you forced yourself  into adulthood?

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we keep grabbing each other’s soul. you gather my flaws, painting me into a Queen. you say, “have you bought a shot gun” when i ask the day you might leave. you sing my soul’s chorus and I watch myself learn how to love again. Gods pay me visits, saying, “once you doubted and here you are…” The Universe is singing another song and I am dancing. i am drunk. i am drunk. don’t beg for my sobriety. Nkem, I will always say, you are the prayers I never knew The Universe heard, the ones I never ever uttered with my mouth.

Stay

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the gentle reminders
as you leave some patches of your spirit
around the corners of my soul.
freeing yet binding me to you.

the way my name rolled off your tongue
as though you were whispering it to God

late night calls
as you peel words,
sprinkling it with desire
for me to taste.

forgive me, how did your soul forget so soon?

the way we held on to heaven
carrying our moans as offerings to The Universe
scratching our souls, mapping our conquest.

like,
‘i was here,
on her thighs,
on her lips,
on his chest,
around his smile
and her smile i squeezed from her tears.’

the way we thought
our world would never end.

Things we lost in the fire.

Ijeoma Umebinyuo.

(via theijeoma)

the gentle reminders
as you leave some patches of your spirit
around the corners of my soul.
freeing yet binding me to you.

the way my name rolled off your tongue
as though you were whispering it to God

late night calls
as you peel words,
sprinkling it with desire
for me to taste.

forgive me, how did your soul forget so soon?

the way we held on to heaven
carrying our moans as offerings to The Universe
scratching our souls, mapping our conquest.

like,
‘i was here,
on her thighs,
on her lips,
on his chest,
around his smile
and her smile i squeezed from her tears.’

the way we thought
our world would never end.

Things we lost in the fire.

Ijeoma Umebinyuo.

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We are tired of carrying our fathers sins. We are sick of cleaning the wounds of our mothers. Here, we are growing new flesh in pain. Here, we are sinking our teeth into earth and coming up with new histories.

Wash

Ijeoma Umebinyuo.

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There are so many immigrant young souls crying themselves to sleep. Washing their skin in pain. Good enough for America but not for home. Thickened accent feeding souls like liquor. A step away from shame, trying to stay awake to see their American dream come alive. Soaking in pain, drinking disappointment as comparison piles up. It’s a beautiful struggle to the top, darling. Keep pushing.
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Some men have laid their opinions on our bed, we sleep dreaming of being perfect. They have cracked open our skin and given us their poisonous thoughts, some of us are still trying to wash them clean. They have nailed their ideas of perfection on the walls of our homes and here we are scraping our beauty for them. Here we are wanting to be wanted but rejecting ourselves.
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Only in Lagos would you see two grown men screaming and shouting on how they will kill each other. Then, like joke like joke one of them completely strips naked. While he strips, you hear things like, “you ehn! Na me and you today!! I will kill you!! Leave me! Make I kill am!!! You go dieeeeee!! Oloshi! Omo Lagos boy like me!! Haaaaaa!!!!” and the other guy might say things like, “Do you know who I am?! Your father!! Thunder fire you!! Come and fight!!” Long story short, no fight, not even a single blow.

Growing up. Lagos.


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I did not kill my mother. So, you will not kill me. No, you will not kill me.

Things our Nigerian mothers said when we were being stubborn teenagers. Those years of mischief.

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You are all the prayers I never knew
The Universe would remember


You are all i lost in the last fires
brought to the doorstep of my soul, unharmed.

Nkem

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love so sweet
even angels take note
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