Today on Apoetsbrain we are featuring photography by Joe Onginjo. Joe is a fun, spirited and strong willed soul from Kenya. He recently rekindled his passion for photography as a way of making new friends and capturing the intricate details of day to day life. He is currently in China doing his PhD research in Management Science.
When asked the reason for photography, Joe said Continue reading Photography with Joe
There is something shocking about how far this other self of mine can go.
This retarded other entity of mine has no inhibitions or limits whatsoever,
But I do, I have to posses some. The lines are clear everywhere I look.
Yet, here I am, crazy within.
*Note: This poem has been published with the New York Public Library Zine 2017 ©
It begins as a creeping thought. Like an itch.
Easy to ignore, difficult to locate.
It graduates into an illness, and soon your mind is stuck on replay.
Like a swarm of butterflies with needles in their mouths.
“Every lady has her own appeal…
Her beauty lies in the details.
Only those who have genuinely searched for it can find it.
Only those who have found it can try to comprehend the beauty that is her creation.Only those desperate to shelter it are deserving enough to grab onto the gold that holds the power to decorate one’s destiny.”
Birthdays are a blessing.
For they point us towards realizing those ones we adore.
They make us stop in time to appreciate the wonders of being created for a purpose.
For at one moment God said let there be Sandy, and then there was.
Happy birthday to me! I am growing cooler! 😉
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We are surely going places 😉 Continue reading Happy Birthday to Us!
I am starting a new series where I expose on some grand pieces of poetry I feel the whole wide world can further appreciate in depth. I will also be looking into the lives lived or being lived by these great people.
There is therefore no more suitable piece to start the series with than the piece – Still I Rise- written by the amazing and impressive Maya Angelou who lived from (1928-2014). Continue reading Legend Series: Maya Angelou
It is like a thread of familiarity.
One that allows us to so terribly underrate that which we once held in great esteem.
A thread that curls tightly around our consciousness. Refusing to let it go. Continue reading Desensitized
“When you decide to fight against the wind, to kick against the thorns, to swim against the waves, or tell the thunder to be silent, you fight a lost battle.
“Every lady has her own appeal…
Her beauty lies in the details.
Only those who have genuinely searched for it can find it.
Only those who have found it can try to comprehend the beauty that is her creation.Only those desperate to shelter it are deserving enough to grab onto the gold that holds the power to decorate one’s destiny.”
Did you know that you are Spirit that lives in flesh?
If you follow the flesh, and simply follow the humanity you feel, it is risky.
For the human you are seated within is proud and always wanting.
The human never stops needing.
It never gives up on its pleasures. The human you are in is truly ‘only human’.
Yet, the spirit that you are has great control.
It possesses self discipline. It is ruled by conscience.
It knows morale and it is eternal. The spirit you are will continue after time.
The spirit you are can step over the human and become superhuman, supernatural!
Be the spirit, not the flesh.
~ By Sandra C. Obiora (Written May 24. 2012)
Today I am showcasing a very old piece of mine.
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Birthdays are a blessing.
For they point us towards realizing those ones we adore.
They make us stop in time to appreciate the wonders of being created for a purpose.
For at one moment God said let there be Sandy, and then there was.
Happy birthday to me! I am growing cooler! 😉
“When you decide to fight against the wind, to kick against the thorns, to swim against the waves, or tell the thunder to be silent, you fight a lost battle.
You simply need to read the waves, trace your fingers along the thorns, embrace the joyous assault of the wind, and listen to the many words of the thunder.
For only in this manner can you realize the contradictory beauty of life. The true essence of our different realities.”
~ Sandra C. Obiora
*Note: This poem has been published with the New York Public Library Zine 2017
It begins as a creeping thought. Like an itch.
Easy to ignore, difficult to locate.
It graduates into an illness, and soon your mind is stuck on replay.
Like a swarm of butterflies with needles in their mouths.
You tell yourself that you can do without her, that you are a strong man.
You recount the many battles you have won in times past,
And the many wars you have fought against your flesh.
You tell yourself that the flash of her smile in your mind means nothing.
That her beautiful eyes are not a recurring statement in your heart.
You lay in bed with your eyes closed. Rejecting those lips that refuse to cease.
Your hands itch to hold onto something. Something else.
Your nose bleeds from the force of your own denial,
And soon your hands are shaking, and your teeth clattering from this winter of your creation.
Oh brave one, just indulge this one time.
Take that bold step you have taken a thousand times already.
Grab onto that hand you always wish to hold.
Kiss that face you yearn to always see.
Breathe in that scent you hope will never end.
Gain back your life you thought was nearly over.
For you may have been dying from a terrible disease known as missing another human.
~ By Sandra Chukwudumebi Obiora
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