Ifenna’s diary

•               IFENNA

They all have ‘biyu’’

I have one

Not one of you

Just a part of my heart is left

A presence feels Different 

I’ll pass, you’re absent

Hoping it’s just an empty seat in class

You took Ill

You’ll probably resume by sunrise

A day, two still not found

I’ll check up on you when I come around

Items intact

Where would you’ve gone without even a note to keep our minds at rest?

I’ll give you time

You probably have a lot going on 

I’ll check up on you later on

A day, two still not found

Wherever you’re hiding its making my heart skip in rounds

You’ll probably creep in at sunset 

I’ll hang around to grab you by your wrist

Opened my eyes to you laying still in a rectangular box

I can’t remember this being yours

I kept vigil 

Still

Waiting for you to pop your eyes

It’s been three years

Sleeping for years

I’ve graduated from OUR class

Carrying the empty seat like an accessory 

Your rectangular box shut

Ifenna’s diary

Ifenna

Perceived you as strong

Strength eluded you

Fell when you really should’ve stood

A stitch in time saves nine

Left just before I came to amend mine

How often do you think I withdrew

Did you think enough of what I’d go through

Do you consider yourself selfish

No, you rather became ashes

Prioritizing your pain

Ways to make you numb then

You really think we’ll take in all the pills that belonged to you

They’re so hard to swallow

maybe because they’re really meant for you

Arranged in your medicine bag just the way you left it 

Hoping you’ll come one last 

You really should have said a goodbye first

Ifenna’s diary

Overly expressive In writing I was
My literary soul got bruised I guess
Inspiration didn't seem to come forth
It took ill on the seventh
It injured deep
I begged to heal
I cried to feel
Sadly, it was numb
His tribute was the last
A year exactly
Only if they knew the depth
I and me understood how I felt
Today, I feel the passion
To pen my expression
Today I bless
My healing process

Hey there,

This is an updated introductory post. 

This blog was launched in 2016 by one of  Ifenna's daughters who wanted to express her emotions to people that had no idea of her identity. 

Our literary minds are influenced by different factors; happiness, love, pain and everything that switch our feelings from its current state.

Have you ever written about how you genuinely felt without fear of being judged, ridiculed or ignored?

how did you feel after letting go of emotions without particularly whispering into someone's ears?

This is not a secret; you don't even know me!

In 2020,

My inner being decided to come on-board to share this space with me

She's a deeper writer 

She was a lot younger when Papa slept

A lot of growth has happened since then 

She is so strong

I slip sometimes and rely on her strength to carry us both

Do you find write-ups relate-able?

If you draw strength from the fact that people go through emotional torture too

If you need to see God's sufficient grace in real-life scenarios

Hey Human, this is for you

It's a beautiful life, we must all learn to take it a day at a time xx