The kitchen is for food. And there is cooking is done. A savoury dish for breakfast. A meal for lunch. A simple dish for dinner. All cooked safely, And free from germs. Why I love the kitchen. ...

#poetry we don’t live forever,it’s those tiny seemingly irrelevant silly things that matter the most in life,the moments and memories that define us .Poetry lives in and around all of us,it doesn...

Sometimes sleep deserts you in the middle of the night and you sit in the most chaotic of silences with your mind and a dosage of Donepezil- a bitter pill of clarity, that means to awaken my past that...

#poetry Poetry is to man what wings are to a bird. SIMU

She is like a book. A book with pages. But have no title and a cover. Searching for solution for whom to give her a title. Then a cover will be upon her. I believe a cover and a title could make p...

Lagos: A Captured City The local government elections in Lagos are just weeks away. But don’t be fooled—there’s no competition here. One party owns it all. Lagos is a one-party state—not by c...

Think again. Open your heart to wisdom, For it is profitable to direct us all. Who is a friend? Who is an enemy? Only, but the moments of time Tell it all. Time does not lie. They that plan pati...

#poetry Matching frequencies; She honed her spark into a fine edge, a herald of her queen while her very essence boasted of regal beauty in it's grace . Any one who desired a taste of the sacred pi...

#poetry Fridays' Good Bye to this week Title: Opportunities and Challenges The rate at which they both work hand in hand, Surprises every man without a plan, But not a man with one. A person wit...

There's so much beauty in the outskirts of your comfort zone So much truth that defies the stereotypes held highly You'll never know, if you never seek, Have an open mind Every inconvenience is ...

A girl that cries out. A girl that sleepwalks. A girl that daydreams. A sweet voice for her. A word of play for her. A face of comfort. And face of peace for her. #poetry #Nircle #Nircle feeds...

#poetry Sometimes losing yourself is discovering your true self and discovering your true self is losing yourself. JERRY KWATCHEY

Why Do We Hate Helping Ourselves Rise? Why do we hate to help ourselves rise? Why does your success feel like my failure? Why do we only cheer when the one rising is far enough to not threaten us? W...

Not in the class of the common. Not (of) the public show. These, as hyped as they may be, is just beheld ordinary and common, And would never be revered. For common things occur commonly, likewise t...

#poetry One of the most challenging and brutal realities is acknowledging that certain individuals are destined to occupy a temporary position in our lives, rather than a permanent one. Similar to the...

2 red balls, 3 green balls, 4 blue balls. Pick two balls at random. Picked one green ball and a blue ball. Nine balls all. #poetry #Nircle feeds #Nirclestories #Hellonircle #Nircle

Then studying makes you busy. And you find a job earlier. You succeed and achieve. You earn and go places. Then you appear older and wiser. Has age become irrelevant in our eyes? #HelloNircle #q...

#poetry A woman embodies the transformative power of fire - capable of inspiring, nurturing, and empowering. Its inherent value is neutral, shaped by circumstances, intensity, and relationships. Like ...

#poetry A woman embodies the transformative power of fire - capable of inspiring, nurturing, and empowering. Its inherent value is neutral, shaped by circumstances, intensity, and relationships. Like ...

“You and I Won’t Fight” You and I won’t fight. We are the silence trained from birth, Obedient to chains we now call peace. Suffering is our freedom, We hug pain like a childhood friend. Wh...