A little help won’t hurt

Have you ever been in situation, where you feel like you doing something right? You feel you’re so good at what you’re doing that you don’t need help in it. No matter how perfect you think you are. We all need help just like babies needs to be nurtured, taught and trained in the right manner for growth.

So i have written lots of crappy and unedited articles but those articles were written and read by only me. I was my own reader!! Why?

  • I was scared of reviews.

I knew I wasn’t improving but i felt i didn’t need help. I’d grow on my own. I was the type that gets insecure when told that i’m not doing a particular thing in the right manner. I didn’t want any professional to see the work— i’d spent hours on writing, proofreading and editing several times to point out mistakes that i myself didn’t see. It’s always annoying. But we all need a little help to grow.

There was this writer’s block i had that lasted of three and half months or more. I can’t really remember the duration but that block actually changed me, changed my mindset. In what sense?

I was frustrated then, I tried writing but the inspiration never came. I googled on How to deal with writer’s block? It helped a little at least google suggested writing prompts. Okay, I actually wrote those prompt but when I compared it to my other works before the block. I discovered that I was getting worse and i never got better in my previous works. I decided to call for help. So, I called this writer friend of mine. When he read one of my works — i was surprised, he didn’t point out most of the mistakes that was obviously there. He just pointed out a few and even offered to be my personal editor but that help didn’t hurt. Did it?

Well, those mistakes, made me improve — though I’m not yet quarter of perfect. But it made me grow, it made me a better writer.

Why we all need help?

Everyone needs help, no matter good you think you are, no matter how perfect you are in what you’re doing;

✔ You need that critic to help you get better,

✔ Unlock that door: What do you see outside a closed door? You see nothing obviously. When you don’t ask for help behind a locked door. You starve alone, die alone. Open that door, meet people there are lots of wonderful people out there, no matter how fucked up you think life is. But keeping to yourself won’t make you see what life really entails.

✔ You revolve around the world. Can you? If you revolve around the world you will never learn of what is going on in the world. You will just be isolated. You’d die alone without help. Why don’t you go into the world? Seek for help — Break out of that web that tangles around you, let go of it. Go into the world be free. Meet new people — listen and learn from them and they would listen and learn from you in return.

Conclusion

Even the bible encourages us to learn, it says you should learn from the ants. It also encourages to ask for help, Ask and it shall be given unto you. If you don’t ask for that help. It won’t fall from nowhere. You can’t teach yourself. You need someone, you need a mentor. If you still don’t have that human mentor you look up to that’d help you.. You have God, tell Him. He is a great listener. God will surely send a mentor in human form to you soon.

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Void

Days and nights rolled by,
Inspiration lost,
Emptiness retched my soul with great anguish.
I am lost.

Every heartbeat brings sorrow and pain.
Why can’t I write?
Stories and characters came in inaudible whispers,
I can’t hear thy voice.

Night came within a blink of the eye.
With great determination,
I stared at the empty papers, ink in hand
I must write tonight.

Minutes rolled by,
I heard the voice clearly.
VOID

-Yosi

Native food

The beautiful rhythm of the pestle and mortar filled my ears
Oh mama!!!
Beads of sweat trickled down her face
With a baby tied to her back,
Vigorously pounding yam with her delicate hands
Paying no attention to me standing at the threshold of the kitchen
Skillfully pounding and turning the yam to make no way for lump
Oh, My precious pounded yam.

Pots and pans clashed together,
The nice scent of melon soup filled my nose
Mama mixed the steaming mixture
Adorning the soup with the delicious cow skin
Food is ready, mama said
Cleaning the drool at the edge of my mouth.

– Alonge Oluwatoyosi

I’m craving hot pounded yam rn😂!!!

Photocredit: Google.

My African Sister

Walking through the busy streets of San Francisco

Day and night toilering around

Coming and going these several season

Beads of sweat trickled down my face

Looking for someone like me.

Whites are all I see

Where art thou?

Night came creepy as hell

Never give up, keep moving

Took over my head

I lifted up my dazzled eyes

I found a black beauty like me

I found a girl with a fro.

– Alonge Oluwatoyosi

Book Review: Dare to dream by Abiola Okunsanya.

Author: Abiola Okunsanya

Title: Dare to dream

ABOUT THE BOOK
We grew up in an environment that discouraged us to dream. In this
inspiring novel, we see how the life of Ezekiel; a boy with ridiculously big
dreams play out into adulthood.
Ezekiel came across times when he wanted to give up, times when he felt
life deliberately wanted to snuff itself out of him, but he already had a
dream, and he was not about to let anything stop him. Will Ezekiel succeed
at the end? Let the book answer!
👇👇(Opera mini

https://gospelarena.org/download/dare-dream-abiola-okunsanya/

REVIEW
Dare to dream is a great book. I love the way each chapters and characters was written with great care, It was suspense filled till the end. I could relate to Ezekiel at many points in the book. I am glad to say dare to dream is educating, life changing and inspiring like the author’s penname Handzinspired. All in all, I pronounce dare to dream as a unique novel.

You don’t have to be of any religion, country to read this book. If you have not read it download it below;

http://gospelarena.org/download/dare-dream-abiola-okunsanya/

THE AUTHOR
Abiola Okunsanya is an undergraduate of Accounting at the Federal
University of Agriculture, Abeokuta.
He published his first book titled HAUNTED last year and has more
than a hundred unpublished works. He has several of his poems, stories
and articles featured on blogs, magazines and his social media pages. He is
a dedicated writer and has given his life to human growth and
development. His heart yearns to reform the almost deranged society of
ours.

HELP HER

She smiles with shoulders high

Next minute, she is alone

“Everything is fine,” she tells you but you ignored the obvious streaks of tears.

Her fake smile was glaring

You knew she was hiding something

Why keep quiet?

Surrounded by friends, you laugh with your white teeth kissing the next glass.

She sit at home with knees hugged like a shield

One,two,three,four,five hours

You’re not back

She couldn’t take it anymore

She went out

Almost there!

Almost there!!

She saw your glorious face

All she could think of was how to met you

Your lips stretched into a frown

She was happy

You weren’t

Mmph

She slipped and fell with a thump

You ignored her because of your friends

You joined your friends in laughing at her

You acted like you never knew her

You sipped your drinks like nothing happened

She stood up and made her way back home

A sprained ankle

A broken heart

She resumed her tears

You came back drunk and happy

She greeted you

You pushed her

She doesn’t exist

Light shone in the room

You could smell the awesome goodness of fried eggs

Your new name should be called moaner

Without a sorry

Without a Good morning

You preferred food to her

You cared about yourself

Like you have ever cared

Why stay with her?

Why don’t tell her about your non existing feeling?

Why can’t you help her?

She greeted you with a smile like nothing happened

She collected the food from you

With a smiley face, she set the table

But you’re so dumb to suspect

A table for two

A table of death

She couldn’t take it anymore

Why don’t we die together

Love in the grave would be so much fun than earth

Those were her thoughts

Dumb guy

Dumb guy

A plate of eggs took your life

I wish I cared and loved her

Your last words were said with a foamy drool.