Najaat suhuyini has been of great support since we started working on my show. She was there anytime I sought her ideas, suggestions and advice. I believe women have amazing ideas and she's one.
Najaat is a poetess, playwright, MC. She was the co-mc to Hakam on the night of the inspirational poetry show. Imagine having MC's who aren't aliens to this art, they handled the show with great passion.
Words cannot describe my gratitude to you for your support, love and care. You left your lovely books and school and came all the way from Accra to handle this show. Even the day we were arranging the stage, Najaat did not sit idle, she proved that what men can do, women can do better. I agree.
May Allah Bless you more. I celebrate you, and I am so grateful. Thank you.
He is an epitome of knowledge, he has great skill and experience. He is a biomedical scientist, poet, MC, Author, (I can't remember the rest😁). Hakam Abubakar is known and loved by many due to his humility, hard work and clean heart.(Love for all). I have known him as an MC since I was in SHS 2. He would MC Gmsa handing over ceremonies and was very good at that.
He was our former UDS NUGS president.( 2016/2017)
Having him as the main MC of my show was a great privilege done me. He sacrificed his time and effort just to be part of the change makers. Your support was imperative to the success of my show. I am so grateful for your support and advice. I celebrate you Bro, May Allah Bless you more and keep us together, Aameen.
You're a girl, right?
Long blonde hair
Sparkly blue eyes
Dresses, makeup, the works
So the boys like you, right?
The teachers respect you, right?
Good at speaking up in class
But you're just a girl
You easily listen the lies of society
Pushing you to be smarter, stronger, prettier
You are used by so many boys,
Kissing you and telling you they love you, until they don't,
You stand up for yourself,
The teachers tells you to speak up for what you believe in
But you're just a girl, right?
Why would anyone listen to you?
“Stay away girl! You will burn your hand," I shouted and ran behind my neighbor's kid but caught a glimpse of him instead.
He always looked lovely to my eyes but today,
I could not even afford to blink. A plain white kurta was infallibly enhancing his well built physique with few buttons left opened, enough to turn me red, every time I looked at that wide chest. As he walked, his wavy hair moved in the direction of the wind as if they were dancing to the rhythm of some slow jazz music. I could see his hazel eyes sparkling as if the entire luster from the stars has been put in there. The red tilak on his forehead went beautifully with his sexy brownish complexion and the hands, with sleeves rolled up combined with a mauli tied on one of them, added to his heartthrob masculinity. He stopped next to my mom and asked why she isn’t single and winked at her with a mischievous smile, making it hard for me to not stare at him constantly as if he was some rare piece of art. A million ideas were crossing my mind, with him ruling every single one of them when suddenly, I saw him making his way towards me.
I was taken aback.
I could feel the sweat drops even in such a pleasing atmosphere.
I could feel anxiety taking full control over me.
I could feel myself struggling to even fake a smile.
With his every step, my heart started pounding. I stood there with bated breath as he kept walking and finally,
Finally, he was there.
Standing strong, right in front of me with his eyes directly looking at mine as if telling me to speak everything that is going in my head,
Every freaking thing, I was holding back.
He wished me a prosperous diwali to which I promptly replied, “You look beautiful!” .
Realizing what an idiot I was to say that, I started clarifying myself, whilst he cut me in the middle and said with the cutest smile on the earth, “You look beautiful too.” .
Right that moment, I could feel a gang of butterflies dancing on rock music inside my stomach.
Don’t know what made his night unforgettable but his smile definitely made mine.
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A relationship of ups and downs saved by three words of a confession of emotions, of love that we assume, as it all came to an end months ago, it became a routine, and it saved us somehow. We adjusted to living without each other, within one another, because my words were on your mouth now, and your laugh was on my mind. And with silly memories, I walked alone, just like you, without a hand in hand, but a heart still connected, because a love that deep, it doesn't leave you, it's in you. 🖤
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Jus' as the mouth desires a water driblet in the desert,
So do my lips thirst for the feel of your finger tips;
So does my neck burn for the warmth of your tongue.
// STAY// .
I know it's a wrong thing to do
After everything we've gone through
You and I have gone dark,
Dark enough for even our
Shadows to leave a mark.
All we seem to do now is find
New ways to hurt eachother,
Maybe because we've tried
All the ways of being together.
Look, I am under no phantasm
I know we're living in the dusk,
I know all the damage has been made
And all we have left is a pile of dust
With all the hopes and believes wrapped up. .
But can you stay here for tonight?
Tomorrow is another day,
Let's just worry about it then.
Can we just dim the lights
And lay here in silence
Leaving all our insecurities
And faults in the daylight,
Peeling off tomorrow's terror
With the blaze of our love burning bright?
We have rest of our lives
To go our seperate ways,
Misplace eachother's names
And become strangers again.
But stay here for tonight
Let's be messy and careless.
Curl up in to eachother
And hit pause to this awfulness. .
Stay. Will you?
For just a little longer. .
- @merakios .
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