Kimi Shy

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I Care Too Damn Much

I care too damn much At some point in your life, you come to figure out that growing up and growing old happens to be 2 different things. Growing up is much more mental that it's physical and it's not restricted to age brackets, growing old however is. Here are a few things I have stumbled on about me while struggling to grow up I actually do care (sadly a bit too much.) I have read a few self-help books on how to live a life of no qualms but I happen to be one of those people who does care. I give a s*@$ about the person who will use the public toilet after me and I give a care about the person who will clean it so I don't leave a mess behind. I care about the people who I will talk to during the day so it makes me brush my teeth and I do in fact care a lot to have a bath so that I don’t kill the people I meet with bad odours. I care about my friends so much so that I pray for them and I reach out when I can but most importantly even while I can't I make...

WHO WANTS TO BE A POLITICIAN

You want to be a politician? Step right up… Sola wants to be governor of her state one day but Sola has no money to support a dream like that especially since Sola is also the Primary provider for her whole family. Sola works 2 jobs but she is driven, has a plan and based on her experience working in her community she creates a worksheet on how to send more children to school without bankrupting the local government, a plan to increase farm yields and stop herders from trampling the crops of the villagers. She starts working for her LGA council and one day she takes her plan to her boss to show him and explain how she wants to implement her plans. After he finishes giving her a lecture on the inexperience of her youth, he proceeds to tell her the long line of men she has to sleep with or pay first for such a dream to come true. The fact that the President passed a bill does not change her situation, there are still older and wealthier men and women who want thi...

Dear Mr President

Dear Mr President, The other day, doing what young people do, I picked up my phone and read a statement from you. The one in the above quote. Sadly, I wasn't surprised because I realized what most of the young people in Nigeria did not realize, that your main job is to appear more to the outside world than to us that you have tackled our issues and found us wanting because if you don't we obviously cannot get money out of them. But as a curious cat that I am I have a few simple questions, please take your time to answer: Which youth are you talking about exactly? The ones who are queuing up in the streets every day looking for work? The ones migrating from rural areas in search for a better life for their families? Or is it the idealistic ones that return to this country with big dreams of making a better country and are told to chill “. Are you not Nigerian?" The ones who seek an opportunity to get better and be entrepreneurs in the absence o...

IDENTITY CRISIS

Photo by Liam Seskis on Unsplash A song has been playing in my head all week it's: Even If by Mercy Me The words are: ...I know you're able and I know you can Save through the fire with your mighty hand But even if you don't My hope is you alone... These words I try to say and internalize because I, like most of us, have turned God into a genie in our lives. I am constantly saying 'Lord I want', 'Lord I need' 'Lord please' and when I don't get what it is I want I tend to wonder, maybe I am not good enough, maybe I didn't give to the poor enough maybe I wasn't kind to my neighbour enough and because of this God is not giving me what I want. So I figure that if I fix that God will fix this you know like tit for tat. I realized my error when like an avalanche I heard this song and I was like wow how can I say it is well when it is not well. My knees are black from praying, my pocket empty from...

The Waiting Room

Photo by Kyle Glenn on Unsplash Been sitting in this position of stagnation Watching doors open and close in trepidation My emotions jumble in confusion When will it be my turn? People pass me in this chair the walls are rock surrounded by air doors opening and closing, despair When can I get going? The time ticks by as I watch Slowly draining as a trough While I fight to clutch Are all my dreams now dead? The sound of hope as doors burst open Window agape as glass lay broken A way to pass I see as I awaken After discovery in this waiting room. -YD- How I hate to wait. I strongly dislike standing still and just waiting for time to pass, for something to happen. I tell myself that God has got to find me here, if I stand still long enough God has got to hear me, but I still stand there waiting for something to happen and most times nothing does. When I was much younger when things don't turn out as I planned for them to; I d...

NO!

Photo by Harits Mustya Pratama on Unsplash Unless you have been under a rock, you know about the #metoo and #timesup movements. I am Nigerian so somehow in my mind it's happening across a sea that requires expensive tickets and hard work to get papers for assess so it's kind of abstract, in a periphery, not for me. But I think it's relevant here too. Women here should be banding together to stop this confusion there seems to be about consent. We all know someone that has been in funny confusing situations like this. Maybe it’s even a personal experience. I know I have been; there are a few that stand out. One of those university holidays I came home and for lack of anything better to do I agreed to go out with a guy friend of mine. I knew he was interested in dating but I had seriously friend zoned him. He took me out and at the end of the date (note a date to me) he wanted to make out in the car. I clearly remember saying no, but it seemed to me as i...