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 To achieve success, it is often necessary to act in accordance with reality rather than emotional sentiment. The journey to discipline and success is marked by the abandoned dreams and hopes o...

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

FROM ROOM TO ROOM BY E I VICTOR ( SIR WRITE MAN) It all started in the labour room Where he gave his first cry Later on, they took him to the classroom There, he also cried wanting to go back to m...

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...

“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...

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...

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...

#poetry We are essentially sophisticated machinery with intricate expiration dates. SIMU

#poetry sometimes a lie is just an unrealized facet of an actual truth. SIMU

I always knew... This beauty—one unfathomable. I have always known. The subtle glances, not so obvious... but still there. In my veins flows liquid flame, Ever-consuming, leaving nothing in its wak...

#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 ...

Nigeria is my country. I belong to Nigeria. Nigeria is my country. I will serve Nigeria. Nigeria is my country. I will preserve peace and unity in it. Nigeria is my country. I will make a good ci...

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

#poetry When an “error “in dance seems to bring you to a halt,remember it’s a pause,not a fault…. a hesitation not a relegation …. The swirls and twirls must be intertwined with pauses ,bre...

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...

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...