Most of the world mentally affected people are those who faced abuse in one form or the other. Some of these victims find it difficult to share their sad experiences with anyone because they see everyone as a threat to their survival. They may try in many ways to get over the trauma, but it has damaged their sense of happiness and trust. Often, these victims find it hard to mingle with other humans because they always feel insecure. Some of them were abused by the people they trust (close relatives) which causes deep cut in their heart for their trust has been betrayed.

Some children go through mantle torture because they are frequently abused and no one tries to pay close attention towards their cold feelings. Most parents get engaged with work all the time without checking up on their kids to know when they are going through pain. Because they don’t pay attention to these kids, they keep it inside of them and face hell for a long period of time, may be throughout their life time.

Spending time with victims of Abuse will make you realize that human varies not just from color differentiation but also from psychological differentiation. This psychological effect contributes largely to the way they live their lives. Some can’t fall in love not because they don’t want to, but the damage caused by this evil act has switched off their feelings, the only thing they feel is anger, pain and hatred. Some have become Addicts to either sex, drugs or Alcohol. They gradually lose their humanity and turn into beast if not controlled. They might be seen as aliens by people around them because of the funny attitudes they put up. They can be changed and put in the normal line of life if they are helped.



If you are a Victim reading this, you are advised to loosen up and let someone in, by first; going for counseling to any therapist you feel you can open up to. One on one conversations with therapist will help you realize what you’ve being missing ever since you became a prisoner to your situation.

You can try out door functions: Do lots of sport: see movies that are not related to you problems, comic can do a lot good: read books that can help you forget the past and channel your focus to the present.

Try praying to God to grant you the courage to withstand and defeat your fears. You can begin by forgiving yourself, it is only when you forgive and make peace with your inner self will you be able to accomplish all other steps to getting away from the damages caused by Abuse.





Can enough be enough?

Did they seek for

The emotion of fear or

The emotion of desire?


Should they ask for

The sense of power

To protect their purpose

And stay focus?

Don’t pretend they are alright

So nail it and

Save the day


Their body is their honor

Why pay to tear

Or force to take

From their innocence

They don’t deserve

The pain they bear

So keep your cash

And remove the fear


They need justice

To make peace

With their bruised self

For their ugly state

Has destroyed

Their mindset


Try to save them

Help to change them

Join to end this

Stop the abuse!



Art credit ‘charles mbeharts’

Poem ‘Maureen onyinye Kenneth’





Things are likely to adjust in the line of marriage; but most likely, partners may get tired of each other. The point TIRED is not a physical tiredness, it’s the psychological tiredness in playing the role as a husband: a father: a friend. Same also to the woman; you may get tired of your role as a wife: a mother: a friend: a supporter. When these changes occur, the people who get hurt the most are the children.

75% of people with issues are those who had a messed childhood. Kids have such a smart and retentive memory that they can carry things over in their adulthood without forgetting any. At their early stage in life, their memories are empty that it can occupy much than we least expect. Whatever happens in their environments, they absorb it and may store it for long. During the stage of growing up, they begin to manifest most of the things they absorbed into the main world. They reabsorb it in a bigger way that will either eat them up or wreck more havoc to the world at large.

Everyone has right to be angry but we have the ability to control our angers not to cause greater trouble. When you have that urge to hit your wife because you’ve lost your mind, there can be a call back if you hold on and put yourself together, because your kids are watching. You are creating a bad environment that is too hot for them to stay. It hurts them to see you hit their mum. This ugly and monstrous act of yours kills and eats up some part of their lives. You might not see the effect now because it’s hidden inside of them. When you would see what you’ve created in them, it might be the manifestation stage of their life which might be too late for correction.

It’s not something new that most women nag, but you can be a different woman by controlling your tongue and choosing the right words to use at the right time; to avoid having augments with your husband often. If really a marriage can last for long, the secret is to understand your partner.

Parents should try and put their kids into consideration when doing anything that might affect them tomorrow. Don’t use bad language in front of them; you are making them rude and aggressive. Helping to build a perfect and proper environment for kids by avoiding domestic violence will help make the world a better place for everyone.


Art credit goes to

the unknown Artist


                WHAT DO YOU SAY ABOUT LOVE?

                      Conditional or unconditional?


Stage by stage in life, you would come to realize that sacrifice is what keeps love going. Racial challenges or class differences might trigger an awkward definition of ‘LOVE’. But the problem is not the general definition of love; the problem is the personal definition of love.

When you say love is material, you term it conditional. Mind you, not all partners are after material, they look to something more than that. I once met a lady who has stated her theory of love as “Her partner meeting up with her immediate needs”. The question I want to throw is this; can’t love get another definition instead of condition?

We all have our taste. We all have what we long for. We all have what we adore. The open secret is, if love is termed conditional at every cost, we are doomed to lose what we value most. You need to decide what you truly want.

You need to fight for what you truly want. You can promote your love life by being sincere with what you feel, think, act and say. There needs to be a deep maturity in your thinking and actions.

You need to know that understanding fetches more credit to love life. No relationship is perfect; the vital thing that keeps it moving is; UNDERSTANDING. This is what makes it UNCONDITIONAL. Give your relationship a definition, ‘conditional’ or ‘unconditional’. You are the only one to keep it stable and spicy.


Leadership is both for the haves

And the have-not

No segregation please

There shouldn’t be entanglements

Between policy and politics

But times have changed

So policy is for the masses

And politics is for the self-centered

The regime is problem raise to

The power of frustration

No difference yet

The answer is still equal to silence


Wine down the glass of your car

You will see what the state looks like

Many starving to death and

You nickname it “recession”

The sick chased out of the hospital bed

Because medical treatments are no longer free

Sorrow is the lullaby their children take to sleep

No shelter, so they stay awake in the dark

Dangerous Street

Listening to the sounds from their hungry stomach


You shouldn’t fight criminals

While you sell crime

It is the hate you give, they take

Now the society that was created

Out of the hate

Hurts everyone but you

Check the list to know the next trouble

You might be safe in your castle

But you are still enslaved to

The problem you can’t solve


I fear for the infants

Who are living in hell

They are gradually becoming a beast

Because they are not well

They didn’t wish for these

It was given to them

They all prayed for better

But they were served with burns

This is not the type we need!




So I took my pen to spell

The right world for sacrifice

So I took my dictionary to search

For the right definition of sacrifice

The only answer I saw was



I try to understand how the world

Flow with 365 days

Sometimes, 366 days

With people coming and going

With people smiling and frowning

With people living and leaving

With people giving and receiving

Nothing is what it seems


Today is supposed to be the day

But the day is sad

For the reason for the day

Is missing from the day

By saving 13 from the ghost

When giving hands to the 14

The half life was cut

Into immortality

Into the world beyond

Without kissing goodbye

To the precious ones


Who can tell the story of the hero?

Who took pain to give gain?

Note it in the chronicles

Let it be known by the rulers

That the greatest love is

“Laying down your life

To save another”



Dedicated to late ‘Mr. Joe Blankson’

Art work by ‘Charles Mbeharts’

Poem by ‘Maureen Onyinye Kenneth’




It’s called selfless love!

The bonds that should exit among them

To care and defend each other

As siblings who carry’s the same cross

And endure the same torments

For the sake of the mother’s blessings

If they hate and betray themselves

What is next?




They were born with a doubt of surviving

Sprinkling the sweat of labor

Looking through the face of the earth

But can’t see a sign of hope

The only thing left for them is agony


While they cried and placed their hands

On the walls for maternal protection

They were disappointed by the ones

They looked up to

Not because the maternal protection

Wasn’t there

But the walls were weak

So they cried a thousand colored tears

Consumed by their sorrows

Not even a drop could quench their

Thirst for redemption

The only thing left for them is agony


So I ask again!

Have you seen their childhood?

The ones who still suck from the mothers

The young are now aged

Because they feel the same pain

As the aged

The only thing left for them is agony!




                             I was hit with the scourge

                             They say I am the scourge

                             That brought pains to them

                             This keeps me away from them

                             So at night, I lay awake

                             Because I am scourged by my conscience

                             Though, not guilty

                             I pray for death not to die

                             I am consumed by their hates

                             The only one I have is Kate

                             But I can’t stay in her gate

                             She is the reason I get the hates

                             She doesn’t want to tell them who the

                             Man behind me is

                             I didn’t fall from the sky

                             There should be a He

                             That made me

                             We stay at the back bench

                             No one sits next to us

                             This shouldn’t be in the church

                             But the elders are the judge

                             I sink in shame

                             Not because I wear old shoes

                             Because they blame my conception

                             As the cause for grandma’s death

                             She was one of the elders

                             She couldn’t stand the shock

                             So her heart ceased

                             I can’t make friends

                             I stay at the peak of loneliness

                             This is a bizarre situation for a teen

                             But I can’t kill myself

                             I need to know the real taste of life

                             I pray for a Samaritan

                             To come take this scourge away

                             And give me the love I have never





It took guts for him to choose it

The society made him pursue it

Under the high pressure of sunset

Without been assured that he would make it

He took the step to maintain his outfit

Obi will never remain a boy


Travelling down the road

He met her

He took her hands and paid the price

They came together and gave a rise

In the shade of his hustle, there she lies

Making meals with the things he earns

The boy is now a man


While the little called him ‘papa’

He worked extra to provide for two

The burden was much

But he never complained

He moves along with his dear beloveds

Just to push their fates to climb the hills


He motivates even when he is down

He provides even when it’s dawn

He deserves to wear the crown

The crown of a hero!



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