Welcome to Life's Essence

Hello there! I'm Sambasy... You're officially welcome to Life's Essence where Truth shall be unveiled and you will get to see what life truly is. I'm sure we'll learn a lot here.

Life's Essence is a platform where the reality of life will be unveiled through literary forms such as Poems, short stories, articles and even life researchs.

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STEREOTYPE

I am from the North That doesn't make me a bad person; Not a terrorist, not a bandit and not a killer You judge me from afar Come close and taste of my many wonders I am of the North I am for peace You dread me because you don't know me Why act solely by what they say? Come closer, I don't bite! I am from the South That doesn't make me a bad person; Not a kidnapper, not a militant and not a crude thief You jud ge me from a distance Just come close and see what I'm made of I am of the South I am for unity You hold me in contempt because you don't know me Do not act solely by what you heard Come closer, I don't bite! I am from the East That doesn't make me a bad person; Not a greedy man, not a money launderer and not a ritualist You condemn me from afar Come close and experience my many skills I am of the East I am for prosperity You hate me because you don't know me Refrain from actin g solely by what you think Come closer, I don't bite! I am f...

ANOTHER FEMINIST POEM

Hello Mr . Man! Now I need you to listen carefully to another feminist poem As a woman I'm going to tell you how strong I am, How independent I can be, And most of all, how opinionated I assume myself to be But not like you normally hear it. I am independent enough to know where I'm lacking But sometimes I need you to point it out because I forget Independent enough to get myself what I want, when I want But I'll still love a little surprise from you... It warms my independent little heart I'll pin my feet on the ground and say that when the wind comes Me, myself and I are gonna keep my feet steady But I want a hype man to tell me I can do it I have opinions too, it bruises my ego when you don't let me talk Oh you don't think I have an ego? Her name's Dora She's always exploring and trying to find things that are lost or hidden She doesn't take no for an answer But she's always seeking help Mr. Man, ...

BROKE MAN'S TALE

Omo, e don red oo What's the need of formal economic education when hardship teaches the best form of economics? Urgent 2k I need—who go help me? E really red oo, no jokes. I never knew I could be so attentive. Now, I'm very much aware of every single note in my wallet. Even 10 bucks no dea escape o. Aside waking up every morning, finding a forgotten note in a forgotten trouser is another big testimony of my day. Guy, e red oo. "Uncle your change remain 50 bucks, you go leave am abi you go come collect am later?" See me later in front of their house; Knock knock, I want collect change. How much?—50 bucks. Who forming help? E really red o. I'll be winning the MTN debtors award this month—no runner up. The kind of humility I exhibit is so haughty. As everybody don turn "boss man" because dem fresh pass me. The state of my bank account is like poison eating down my mental health. I never liked negotiating prices. I felt I didn't have the skill and i...

THE NIGERIAN SYNDROME

Nigerian syndrome Everything has to be a lie, or not completely true It's just too good to be true How can it be that cheap? How can it be this simple? No not here; not in this country You can't just give me a free lift; you definitely want something from me How can you offer a voluntary service? No not here; not in this country You saw the money in a bag and you didn't pick it up? That's hard to believe; impossible I would say I could go on and on about this matter But hear me Ingenuity exists, so does genuity Don't forget that Flee from this syndrome By: Sambasy

SARA

As Tife walked home with a spring in his step sometimes skipping along the way, he kept smiling to himself. He couldn't believe the long awaited time had finally come. The scales covering their eyes were slowly falling off, they were beginning to see the truth. It was his dream come true, but of course he couldn't have imagined it happening this way, not even in his wildest dreams. It had been Tife against them all. They had pushed him aside, claiming he was envious of his friend Tolu. It's common knowledge Tolu was much more prosperous than Tife, in fact he was a well known philanthropist, a young man who was doing well for himself, he had risen against all odds but remained humble and loyal to his hometown. Only Tife knew it was all a facade. He knew his friend more than anyone else. He believed there was something behind his friend's benevolence and was determined to find out. Being the good friend he was to Tolu, he followed him around like a puppy, dancing ...

CAPELESS HEROES

You know this one's for you. You always smile at me and tell me it's okay when we know deep down it's not but I find a way to believe you anyway. You stand atop the tallest buildings so you can spot the evil from a mile away and protect us from it but we've never really taken the time to ask if you might be scared of heights. I see your designer eye bags underneath your eyes from sleepless nights when you watch, read, pray, fight, to make sure it's okay. We hope you're okay. You're not a bulletproof vest but you took a conscious lifelong oath to always take a hit for us if need be. We see you. We are praying for you everyday. Thank you for being a light. This one's for you who throw yourselves on the frontline of battle. To our Capeless Heroes. ATTENTION!!!!! SALUTE!!!! Dedicated to the Doctors and Nurses who work round the clock especially during this COVID-19 Pandemic, to Soldiers, Teachers, Fathers, Mothers, Professors, Preachers, Pastors, Evan...

TRAMPLED LINEAGE

Many are the numbers. Standing tall are valiant men. The weapons their hands clinched to were hell scaring, wagging it high with a sense of worth and understanding. They broke chains and released souls. We call them 'Bro Fire'. Behind them were some creatures more fair and beautiful to behold. They are called 'The Women'. Some stand aware of the battle while some sat looking on. Only very few–which can be truly numbered–were seen joining in the battle as some men with ancient Spirit of wisdom were cheering them up. As the encouragement grew in sincerity and deep reverence, so was the instrument of the fight–women. It became sharper and truly deadly to the enemies. They fought along side with the men, who never left their eardrums without lifting words. A lot of skimming of darkness that these Gideons never saw where totally uncovered. As I saw the massive success that these few women had brought to the entire Kingdom, I was moved to run back to the camp where ...

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