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After The Dust

when the last tear’s been shed, and the last speech

has been read and we finally lay you to bed.

I will carry with me the memories we made,

the stories you told me,

the laughter we shared,

the lessons I learnt

when all has been said and done

I will remember how brave you had been

how you fought till the end

how chose to wear smile as Armour in a fierce battle.

and when the dust settles,

I will not say goodbye.


This is a letter I wrote after I lost my great grandad. He was the kind that chose to stay happy no matter what. therefore, as this new year unfolds, I choose to stay happy no matter what

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creamed coffee spirals (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Creamed coffee spirals

Trailing as I stir,

Teasing my imagination

In the way that they appear.

Like the galaxies beyond us

Seemingly in orbit, they play.

In the confines of my cup,

I perceive the milky-way.

By: Phanuel Ayelum

Midnight thoughts 1

LET THERE BE LIGHT.

Let there be light.

Out of the crooked dark corners in which you hide.

Out of pit of shame that you have fallen

Out of that lonesome valley and through the tunnel,

Let there be light!

Long you have waited and you have prayed for the sun to shine yet you hide yourself in this cave of fear that the world had built around. Tell me, how then will you see this light?

When you have left no room for it, no path that it could travel through to your soul.

Open your eyes and let the light in.

TOMORROW

tomorrow is a promise is a promise made today.

tomorrow is all the goals and dreams you have planned today

tomorrow is a gift that you wished to receive today.

so live today knowing you’re gonna love tomorrow.

take some time to smell the flowers , let the sun play on your skin.

for when tomorrow comes, the wind will blow them away and the will cover the day.

love today like you won’t live for tomorrow

go for that camel ride, kiss that boy you like!

or maybe take hike!

for Tomorrow starts today

so, live Today, to know tomorrow.

WHAT IF

what if we danced,

like we never knew tomorrow,

like we weren’t afraid of what was coming.

what if we loved…

loved like we knew what it was.

without any expectations, filters and fears.

what if we just kept falling…

into a long web of possibility

waking up knowing that everything you can achieve…

what if we just be truly who we are

broken, lovely of art

loved and hated

imperfectly perfect, pieces of art.

I Don’t Want To Be That

I don’t want to be another girl that was accepted by everyone else because she suppressed who she was to fit in.

I don’t want to be just another character in the narrative.

A pityful story of how unfair the world is. A conversation that no one is ready to have because its just TOO MUCH

I want to be ME.

A rebellious movement against the limitations that anxiety set for me. A pain in perfection’s neck. A systematic error in the society’s face.

I want to be ME regardless of what the world says I can not be. I want to be a me that knows what I want and stands by it. I want to be ME that is strong, beautiful, and ambitious.

I want to be TOO MUCH and I am not going to let anything stop me.


This is the third and final part of the three part series entitled THAT GIRL. If you didn’t get the chance to read the first two segments, you can access them on our previous.

In this last segment, I wanted to capture story of every time I was told NO and I shouldn’t have been okay with it. The truth is that I felt I had to be because I didn’t see any other option. However, certain things are just meant for you and there will be so many negative voices against your attempt to break the system. So you just keep going, not for anyone else but you.

I hope you were enlightened by this series and I hope to hear your feedback on what thoughts in the comments section.

Lots of love

Tessie ❤️

Incomplety That Girl

This girl plays it safe, sits on the fence, while everyone gets their hands dirty.
This girl can’t take a risk. She is too dream of everything she could be.
This girl knows how to fake it.
She wears her smile so well, you can’t tell it’s plastic not even the hottest truth can melt it.
This girl is broken
And she hides it so well throughout the day but when she is alone at night and the thoughts of she really is find their chance to crawl out of the closet, she cries her little eyes out.
You don’t know it and you won’t see it, the tireless effort to patch up every tear on her skin.
The constant reassuring voice that she longs to hear once more, has suddenly faded away.
Now all she has left are thoughts.


This is the second part of the three part series entitled THAT GIRL and if you have not read the first one please free to check it out in our previous post.

Remember to always tell the story of your scars.

Love Tessie ❤️

To Be That Girl

Can I be more like her?
Can I walk into a room and capture everyone’s attention?
Can I fearlessly look at the world and tell it I’m not afraid like she does?
Can I speak with my voice and be heard?
Just like her,
That girl that sits in the back of my mind waiting for her release from this prison.
That girl that is unfiltered, loud and unafraid.
That girl who throws her heart on her sleeve even though she knows it might break.
She is not just the crack in the glass ceiling, she is the entire force that breaks it.
She is everything I would like to be and more.
The girl I dream to be.
Me.


This is the first part of a three part series entitled THAT GIRL. It is a collection of stories from different perspectives of a lady’s transitions through different phases of her journey to finding herself.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Remember to always tell the story of your scar

Love Tessie ❤️

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