UGOCHUKWU MICHAEL CHIDIEBERE.

What are your favorite animals?

They call me nice.They call me positive.They call me happy.Some even whisper naivelike it’s a soft spot on my skin. But let me tell you somethingI wasn’t born with a smile stitched to my face.I wasn’t raised by gentle hands or warm mornings.There was a time my own thoughtsfelt heavier than my body.A time my shoulders hung lowlike a willow tree tired of carrying its own branches. I have cried…

Beach or mountains? Which do you prefer? Why? ‎I choose the beach, where horizons breathe,‎Where waves compose songs the mountains can’t weave.‎The ocean’s edge whispers freedom untamed,‎Its salt-kissed air, a spirit unchained.‎‎The mountain is solemn, it guards the sky,‎Its silence is heavy, its peaks too high.‎But the beach is laughter, a dance with the tide,‎A canvas of sunsets where dreams…

Written by: UmcliteI wanna see youThat’s what I shoutedI miss youThat’s what I whisperedI crave youThat’s why I smiledI love youThat’s why I criedThere’s a lot of words to say to youAnd I know that all of them will start with ‘I’And will end up with ‘you’But then you just nod and give me a smileI’m clueless about what you meanIs it a thank you or just a misinterpretation?I don’t want to assume so…

Why do broken peopleHave the sweetest smiles.Like afterglow that remains,Long after the sun has set. When there are universesCrushing your feeble mind,A constellation of fearsIlluminates your soulAnd you slowly walk to workGreeting everyone you meet.Showing you are capable And ready to seize the day. But you walk with careful steps,Afraid of being askedHow you are […] Afterglow Glad we’re still…

What are your family’s top 3 favorite meals? The Unshakable Bond Between My Family and Swallow Meals‎‎In my family, swallow isn’t just food, it’s a ritual, a rhythm, a heartbeat that keeps us grounded. Morning, noon, or night, the thought of a meal without something swallow feels incomplete, almost like a song missing its chorus.‎‎The glue of tradition: Whether it’s pounded yam, eba, semovita,…

The glorification of misery? Romanticising my pains that never should have been normalised, like my skin needed a brand to be known by in their eyes. I don't think of waking one day as a bug, I'd rather wake as a dragon that breathes fire for rage to bestow upon whoever stoked my flames but never saw me burning.The idea of making merry with misery sounds like self pity to me, when it is to be…

I fell in love with her when she told me,“Your poems are my favorite songs.”

I am my mother’s 2nd Son I see when she bleeds, rips and criesI see when her eyes are cherry redI see her hope escaping through the words of her lipsI see her steps growing slower each day and not with age but with the weight she bares on her back😭I see when she wishes the world would flip and she was a queen she’s made to be,I see what she hides, I see why she cries I see why she lies on her bed…

Sometimes you just need to relax and let life take its course. You can’t control everything, and you have to accept that. Otherwise, you will be constantly nervous, but in the end you will still not change anything. There are simply things that are beyond your control. They must be accepted as they are.