Noel Ihebuzor:

The Charleston shooting reminds us painfully of the savage that lurks within us….so sad, so shameful.

Originally posted on Susan Daniels Poetry:

In tarot
9 is completion/attainment
the ending and the beginning

Not alpha and omega
but this 9
9 meeting to pray
9 deaths

are a numerology
of loss

something uncountable
and hopefully over
because we are full of it

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Lessons from NASS


Noel Ihebuzor

Lesson from NASS 7. Winners are not whinners. They take a fall, clean nyash and bounce back.

Lesson from NASS 6. The come-back kid always kicks ass.

Lessons from NASS 5. In defeat, organise more and agonize less.

Lessons from NASS 4. Numbers matter, but strategic leveraging is everything.

Lessons from NASS 3. Size matters but it is how you use it that matters the most.

Lessons from NASS 2. In defeat, don’t lose your head.

Lessons from NASS 1. In victory never get cocky or complacent.

Key lesson – Public display of control and “Dictat” breed resentment. Appeal is superior to ordering and commanding in building consensus.

Vive Adesina, Vive NOI, Vive GEJ, Vive le Nigeria


“Nigeria got a lift, and was on everybody’s lips. When Adesina was announced, he beckoned for Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala to come, and they hugged, he said she is his elder sister, who has done so much for his success. Truly, NOI was the giant that did the negotiations.
For the first time in a long time, I shed tears of joy for Nigeria.I wish we have more of such occasions.It was such a moving sight for me, nobody was talking about whether you are Igbo, Fulani, Hausa or Yoruba, it was Nigerians………
I was so fulfilled by the success of another…..
…..life could be this beautiful…..
Job done.Packing my stuff, nothing else to do here in Abidjan, waiting for the next Air Cote d’ Ivoire flight to Lagos, to go and queue for fuel again.” Kelechi Deca

this part here

Noel Ihebuzor:

Lenses, prisms and prisons!

Originally posted on Nikki Skies :

This is the day the newly established homeless man stripped down to his underwear in the laundry mat and pleaded with the children to stop laughing at him because it was all he had and at least he kept it clean…

This is for my nervousness when I see a shuffled haired white man in the post office with a large duffel bag…
This is me realizing this is how white women must feel when she passes a black man on the street…

This smile is for the day my nephew put his new football on the phone for me to talk to it
then left the room
This is me imagining what his 11 month old sister thought when she walked in the room and had to choose between a football or a telephone yelling her name…

This is in spite of my prayers for love I think he’s…

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The BEST writing advice I ever received!

Noel Ihebuzor:

Let wisdom, evidence and responsibility guide raw energy and passion in writing.

Originally posted on Nikki Skies :


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Grandmama knew God

Noel Ihebuzor:

Remembering…sweet nostalgia.

Originally posted on Nikki Skies :

I’m remembering when God let neighbors smack your hand for stealing
when God had you squealin’ cause Grandmama pinched you under the armpit
Sit still in church / Cross your legs / is what she told you the first four times

Grandmama knew all that and more!
I’m remembering God being there
Broke ankle / sprained back / cracked finger bone / car wreck
stealing hearts
She would whisper, “thank you God, you’re still here”

I remember
when I found homemade hooch in the cellar
and decided to take a sip or two
God was there / so Grandmama knew!
she washed it down with a capful of castor oil
I never did that again.

Grandmama knew God
I remember.

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for daughters and mothers

Noel Ihebuzor:

Great piece. A must read for all women!

Originally posted on Nikki Skies :

For daughters who hate mothers for
not being Grandma
For mothers who hate daughters
Cause she thinks she know it all
If only they’d not played with baby dolls
maybe both wouldn’t be disappointed
with Reality.

This is for the daughters from mothers
Who are now mothers of daughters
That meet at the shore of unforgiving
whose hearts are prematurely laid to rest
Tomb stone reading.. fear

This is for mothers who hate daughters for being just like them
This is for daughters who hate mothers for not teaching them any better
For mothers with old tricks that no longer separate the sun from recycled patio air
For daughters with paper doll necks held upright with duct taped thoughts of suicide
both parked on one way streets without life’s permission to do so
…faces marked hourly with tears

This is for way too tired mothers
Who have true dreams of…

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