La Jazzmine's Chronicles

To the one genuis, yes you I know you. You think you can hide in that facade of perfect illusion But I broke through it. I still know you Completely You care about your looks, sometimes you know you don't look so good But you say you have no dress sense and you are clad with humour, Everyone laughs it off But it's just a ploy to divert everyone's attention from your fear of bad looks You say you know me, Yes you claim to know everyone They believe in you They trust you Instead you create a group of blind followers What you claim to be Is like sands on the sea Infinite and impossible You are a good performer On stage you tremble You are stricken with tension But you say you are always ready then coat it with I don't even know if I'm ready and seal it with an encouragement to a fellow performer. No one notices your flaws You perfectly conceal them But I know You are scared that I do So you want to paint me as someone controversial Pa...

I am a willow Sitting on the soil Deep rooted in the ground A shade for all to sit Wait a minute, I'm no willow I'm just a you writing something Do I even like writing? I write so others will say I'm right In the course of proving others wrong, they all left Now I have no real friends I'm caring and out going But really I need to go out, away from the noise and distraction. I am soo playful , but then I don't play full due to the fact that I never got to mingle for fear of being corrupt, well fear, that's another thing. Dramatics are my tactics, people fall for it soo many times, but I'm surprised no one ever rose from it, I am the leader of the gang So every male or female wants to be lead by me, Practically I never did lead her I was just a lead polished to look like gold. Cool charms, sweet fragrance, curly hair and awesome clothes make me stand out in the crowd, it is not a bad thing anyway But I rather stand outside so I ...

I want to wish, you my wonderful creative reader, a year filled with inspirational ideas that will revolutionalize and change the world for good.  We are talking world domination here. I'm just kidding. Have a lovely year. I am here to solve all your reading needs.😁

A lady came to my house today. Her name is... I'll tell you right after I narrate the whole episode She sat at the verandah I never invited her in But she did come in I ignored her I told myself It's a good day While I ate breakfast She stared at me I ignored her I ate lunch She looked right at me I put on the television I saw her on T.V. How? You may ask We will get there I scrolled through my phone Her writing was all over I tried to move but she held me still as I walked lazily Who is this lady? Why is she helping me? Or is she really helping me? I decided to take a nap There she was at my bed, arranging it just for me I slept for 3 hours Woke up later to her scent She even prepared dinner for me Who is this lady? While I bathed, she prepared a hot tub bath for me Finally when I decided to sleep for the night She was there by my bedside reading a story for me which ended in a lullaby. Then the cock crowed That was when I realised who she...

If you have not been to the four walls of the Nigerian university, an undergraduate of one, or an alumnus, this poem is just for you as it encompasses the life of someone in school as a student . Enjoy . It's such a relief to finally be out of that cage called the university. That hub bub with all sorts of camouflaged wisdom of freedom but in reality a mix of foolishness and dignified rubbish I'm glad to be out of the grasp of fake comfort and popularity, to the real world To be able to express myself knowing there is no special reward attached to what I didn't do or should do I'm glad I'm out of a world of unnecessary ideas that stink and make no sense. (Although some do but we can't just see it yet). What will I miss? I'm still thinking. What will? The free rides and fake tides? The things that are nought but made to look like all, Maybe that. To everyone who made the sad headlines of my story know this, It's a pity yo...

Jazzmine was born in the middle of a whirl wind in the farthest north of the deserts plains, lost in a sand storm, she stumbled upon a book and biro... Blah blah blah, just kidding. So, all you need to know is simple, Jazzmine is your writer girl. Most of the poems and stories are purely fiction, however some may be based on true life events which may be stated or otherwise not. She opens the mind of others to you, even hers too, creepy isn't it.  Sorry to say but you might become a mind reader. Feed your mind. Feel free to ask your questions about the author and the contents, your feedback and reviews are also welcomed too. All poems and content are subject to copyright policies and should not be used or reproduced in any form without consent from the author. Connect with me on Instagram:@Jazzmine_rapper On Facebook @Elimimian Beryl Jasmine Enjoy your reading

            THE WAR ...And that was how the war started. Gun shots everywhere, commotion, fire, people screaming. I woke up in shock wondering if it was a dream. My mum was heavy with my brother. Dad was trying soo hard to get the family together.    Mother snatched me from the bed, strapped me on her back. Dad held her hand and we made for the exit.    Mum was very heavy, fat, swollen and big bellied. I fear for how she will make it.   Admist screams and panic, my dad ran with mum and I into the wild for safety.   At that point, I recalled my favourite song and started singing. Dad placed a palm on my mouth with a stern face which meant I should keep shut. I smiled wondering why I could not sing in the midst of the fire works.   Mum shrieked in pain. "What is it Honey?" My dad asked "I think I'm losing him" my mum replied. "O God not now" my dad whispered in frustration. "What do you need? What can I do t...