I could be her but I am me I could be similar but I choose to be different
POEM| My Choices

I could be her but I am me I could be similar but I choose to be different
Life hits us often with one thing or another and it makes us wonder if it's truly worth living. I'm here today to assure you that it is.
My first ever job interview was a flop because I didn't know I was walking into an interview at the time. I had just completed the compulsory National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) three weeks orientation program and I was posted to a bank.
So far, 2020 has been the year of difficult changes for everyone because of the coronavirus pandemic. There are a lot of things we thought we couldn't live without that we've been able to live without.
I know about suffering because I’ve been there It comes with a lot of tears and sleepless nights
Crepaway is a new restaurant in Victoria Island, Lagos and it's the last restaurant I ate at before the pandemic reared its ugly head.
There may be a lot of things that I’m not but let’s talk about the things that I am;
I am a doer.
I am a fighter.
I am a helper.
From the way you look at me, the way you care for me, and the way you give to me, It’s obvious you think
I hate that you never let things go.
I hate that you always had to have the last say.
I hate that you were always serious every damn time.
I hate that you didn't read or believe that reading matters.
She will try
She will cry
She will strive
She will thrive