Poetry || Of Lies Doctors Tell

Of Lies Doctors Tell

Doctors are
unfortunately liars

The one who promised
the injection wouldn’t hurt
and it would be swift
– but the needle said otherwise
The buttocks know the story of the pain

The one that promised
Uncle B was fine
and would soon be discharged
– but two days after
had death pay him a visit

The one that promised
he was different from other guy
– but like many of his demon caliber
on a heart breaking spree
Forgive me
Forgive him lord

The one who dispenses
lenses to help see better
– but just for profit
and years down the line still shortsighted

I don’t believe or like them doctors
They make pain too easy.

– Dammy

Of Lies Doctors Tell is a piece from my book Heartistic. To read more, get a soft copy on Okada Books here and hard copy via Amazon here. You can find my writings under the Writings category. Read and share your thoughts maybe? Thank you.

Poetry || New Beginnings

new beginnings

From my window,
I see disorder across the road,
grownups fighting over
issues children shouldn’t;
clothes being ripped
punches thrown,
peace being disturbed
and yet from a tree on this same road,
an egg breaking,
an anxious mother gleeful
as the young one popped out.
Yet again in the midst of chaos,
peace can be found
and so can new beginnings.
– Dammy

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Poetry || The African Woman

life of dammy The African Woman

I am an African woman
Do not insult me
When you see tears water down my face
Salty like the Pacific

Do not insult me
When my breast sag
Like pillows without stuffings
Mighty generations have suckled on them

Do not insult me
If my back seems slightly bent
Like arc of the mathematical ellipse
Heavy loads have rested on them

Do not insult me
When my skin crack
Shea butter did try
But I worked to make better more lives

I am an African woman
And Africa where I come from
We work hard.
©Dammy

Picture taken by me.
Model: Dennis Jane

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Poetry || Loved You

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t into you
Going crazy over hearing your voice
Every time I hear your stutter,
My body emerges,
It yearns,
And it urges
To feel your embrace;
To taste you,
Feel you
But my heart caves in
Like your dimples
And there’s a big hole in my chest
Like the gap in your teeth.
I’m in love with the thoughts of us,
The kisses we shared on those nights,
The heated touches
And our bodies pressed into each other.
The glances you shoot in my direction
When we’re in the presence of company
And I know I can’t replace it.
It hurts that you don’t see
But I wish I’d be lying if I said I loved you.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t into you
Stumbling over words at the sight
Astounding I find you
Frenzied at your touch
Addicted like a junkie
To the thought of you
And I’d be lying if I said I loved you
My heart is a howling wolf
Head raised and throwing caution to the wind
Hair flying and toes curling
I am in love with the low moans
My arching back
The whirlwind blowing the curtains
I see these other couples
And imagine we were one
Perhaps we could be
But I’d be lying if I said I loved you.

– Smallee x Dammy

Yet another collaboration with my good friend Smallee. Drop your comments or questions about this piece below. The best part of posting here is getting your feedback and comments. What are your thoughts about this post?

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Introducing The Fuckboys: Questions Asked

Three of my favorite poets currently are @R.h.sin whose poems talk about true love and getting over someone who doesn’t appreciate you, @poetolu who does more of the humorous poetry and @pyrokardia whose poems talk about everything love related. You should follow them on Instagram for good doses of love.

Introducing The Fuckboys

Still on this fuckboy matter, I really appreciate all the contributions and comments so far. You can catch up on the previous posts here and here. Now to the third part of introducing the fuckboys! Some of the questions often asked about fuckboys include:


1. Why are guys fuckboys?

Tough one to answer. The best answer to this is: choosing to be a fuckboy is a personal decision. The thrill of it could be an ego booster for some guys. Guys feel excited by a new challenge being hunters normally. A new girl that seems like a challenge thrills them. So they take time to play her and then move on to a bigger challenge. There could be some occurrence that happens to some guys which change them from being good to bad guys. Families and friends too could be a factor in this. Some fuckboys do not feel loved hence the reason to move from one girl to another to feel a bit of being wanted. Also low self esteem could be responsible. Some guys think they are not worthy of love and hence don’t even bother to give it a try.

2. Can a fuckboy be changed?

Depends on what type of fuckboy. From the categories listed in the previous posts, the honest ones are the easiest to change. Although it is possible for a fuckboy to change when he meets a girl that he really likes, some times it would require a miracle to change a fuckboy. Although most of them mellow down when they start thinking of getting married. There are stories of a couple of fuckboys that changed.

3. Any hope in being with a fuckboy?

Ask yourself the question first: “are you emotionally sound?” If you’re strong enough to deal with whatever comes with a fuckboy, then there might be hope for you. Note that you could get so hurt you’d weep for days or weeks and keep questioning yourself what you did wrong.

4. What can you do then?

Stay away if you can. Don’t force yourself to stay in a situation with a fuckboy when you know there’s really nothing coming out of it. If you want a drama free life, don’t go into a relationship when you’re not ready to and define all your relations.

Soooo, what’s your take on this? Do you think a fuckboy can be changed or not? Got any question on this fuckboy issue?? Comment below. The best part of posting here is getting your feedback and comments. What are your thoughts about this post?

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Poetry || Eggs

I like eggs
Supple and soft
On the inside
Strong on the outside
Easy to crack

Like a heart
Easy to break
Shattered
In pieces
But out of it
Something beautiful comes
Scrambled
Poached
Beautiful
Coming together
Like a broken heart

©Ajibike O.

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Poetry || The Girl Child

girl child

In this picture: Binogun Winifred
As shot by me

International Day of the Girl Child is a day declared by the United Nations in support of more opportunity for girls and increasing awareness of gender inequality faced by girls worldwide based upon their gender.

Let them say therefore
That a girl child is smart
And has a right to education
Her greatness has different part
And has a right to appreciation
A girl child has a right to her innocence
Let no one take it away from her
Treat her with transparence
Not married off to another
Old enough to be the father

Let them say
The girl child is beautiful
And not judged by her color
Let those that know her be grateful
Let her be free from abuse
Emotional and physical bruise
She shall have a voice
And make her own choice
The girl child
The mother Earth has birthed
Let them preserve her
Let them adore her.
©Ajibike Oyindamola

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