My pieces

​I was singing a song I wrote in my head—a few hums, a little bit of words—while scrolling endlessly on Instagram. I liked it, and then "Strei Obobi" came up. Honestly, I couldn't identify why it became so intense inside me to sing songs that glorify God and express my pain as a sinner. ​Mind you, I don't write for you to understand; I just write as my mind captures words, and really, permit me to call it rubbish writing. I call my songs "wack songs" by the way, cause I don't even know what I'm singing... ​Back to the matter: in reasonable ways, I express anger. I feel I get angry cause I love and enjoy it so well—it makes me sound like a man who takes no nonsense. But deep down, it carries the burden of an unloved man... that one man who doesn't even love himself wholeheartedly. ​"Free yourself from the pain so you heal"—but no one tells you how. No one spells it out to you. ​It sounds dumb, but in the meantime, it never really makes sense because the thought of the pain remains. ​So do you really free yourself from that pain? Or do you tuck it into a corner and hope it never resurfaces?