by Oluwafisayo Ogundoro | Sep 6, 2017 | Productivity
Yes, you need “You” to hone your skills, you need to invest in yourself even when you cannot get someone to help you out with what you are doing. As I have discussed in my previous post, titled “You Still Need “You” to Hone Your Skills”, I made mention of...
by Oluwafisayo Ogundoro | Sep 2, 2017 | Poems
Journey of no return, Death, Death, the beginning of a new life, New happenings, new growth process. I learnt he never rested in death, At the spot, they told...
by Oluwafisayo Ogundoro | Aug 28, 2017 | Poems
I have often felt so lonely, Often, crippling beneath my thoughts I am encapsulated as a groundnut in its pod. Loneliness gripped my ability, Loneliness kills my vulnerability, I have often wanted more from life, Often wanted more from friendships, And more, from...
by Oluwafisayo Ogundoro | Aug 28, 2017 | Poems
Soft, succulent and tender is my abode, My place of rest The place I call home, Your warmth, my warmth The only shelter made for me. Dozing off on you Seems like a journey to Iceland, A journey filled with smiles and comfort. When I lie in you, I know my pains...
by Oluwafisayo Ogundoro | Aug 23, 2017 | Productivity
In the past, I have always believed I needed people to help me get better at what I do. I waited, persevered with time, hoping that special one will come to help me in this journey of self-actualisation. Although, we have always been told to have mentors. I have tried...
by Oluwafisayo Ogundoro | Aug 16, 2017 | Social Issues
The pre-independence era saw women figures struggle with their male counterpart for the independence of Nigeria, activities as the “Aba Women’s Riot in 1929” and also the “Lioness of Lisabi” Mrs Funmilayo Ransome – Kuti’s participation as a delegate of the NCNC in...
by Oluwafisayo Ogundoro | Aug 14, 2017 | Poems
I am a child born by post-colonisation, All they make me understand was that, “Colonisation made me a slave” But now, I am a freed slave. I no longer have to do what the white man says, “Les hommes blancs” no longer have their grip over me. But their aroma is...
by Oluwafisayo Ogundoro | Jul 27, 2017 | Uncategorized
The girl with freckles on her face, with her hooded eyelid she looks so sleepy. She gets so carried away with discussions but don’t be deceived by her flare for talks, she can be chameleon like in nature as she might not love to discuss when you really want her...
by Oluwafisayo Ogundoro | Jul 23, 2017 | Gender Discourse
Woman, I see her grow, I see her becoming a woman, I see her becoming a help, I see her becoming the kitchen directress. I see her becoming a mother, I see her bringing forth more lives, I see her kneeling at the sight of her husband. No wonder she was often told, “ I...
by Oluwafisayo Ogundoro | Jul 5, 2017 | Uncategorized
Waiting for the music, No beat nor sound, Just shaking my body, Awaiting the music, Ohh, where hath thou o sound? I am shaking and expecting your coming. Are you coming through the waves? Are you coming through the sun? Are you coming through the wall? My music,...
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