#SHADY: ‘Each page’s bewitched with Beauties’ – Peaches

Our hearts yearn for that place of serene contentment, and pure happiness. In this piece, Maryam expands on the human nature to find peace and beauty. She uses the pretty colour of ripe peach fruit as inspiration.

My heart is bleached with insecurities,
Seeking for light with all sincerity,

If only I could teach it, its inability to live,
I would take away its pain,
To paint a tree of peaches…

With beaches, untamed with riches
Each page’s bewitched with Beauties,
Then, just maybe I shall set to lay over its reaches…


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#SHADY: Waiting to Dawn🌞

What would be the color of happiness?

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Everything set,
The moonlight at its best,
The stars spread in it flicker…

Everything said,
The prayers in waiting,
The wishes in longing,
The soul in its craving for peace…

Every other day,
I write through the brightness of my heart,
I write through every broken piece of happiness left,
I write through the years of untrue peace…

What would be the color of happiness?
Yellow perhaps, like the waiting to dawn…

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#RIME-TIME: AquaMarine🐟

A love poem for our 2nd #SHADY theme: Aquamarine🐟



I seek out your love…

Dear sweetness, You send sweet shivers that intoxicate my heart like the waves of Nile…

I seek to drown in the abyss of your affection, with no life guide or cautions…

Take me to your world, that which is another world far from this reality…

Wash me to the shores of your desires,

spread me to the winds of the open sky,

fill my crazy thirst with songs of your lips,

And together let’s paint our lives with the colors of the sky and open waters…

AquaMarine they call it, Let’s live like the colors of the ocean as it never changes

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#SHADY: White🌼

The first poem for 2021: White!


He asked if it was okay,

I gave a weak nod affirming my decision

Trusting his large eyes 

I turned to the sheets leaving my heart afloat, 

My mind bloomed its lotus dispersing random thoughts from the time before

The moonlight be our witness,

I allowed its light to reflect every corner of my heart

There was no perfection, 

Just the symphony of our desires floating…

History was created in ecstasy

All I could remember was white

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#STORYTIME: The She-Human II

I slowly lowered my eyes as he spoke, my inner voice muting his words.

Could this be happening?
Did he just say that?
What is happening?

‘I’m sorry,’ he said, the look in his large dark eyes neither one of sympathy or courtesy, he was as real as I could read him to be. I felt numbness, it was too much to comprehend after 11 months of courting. I’d put all my hopes into the basket of building a life with him, shutting all doors on everyone, believing through all our misunderstanding that I was the least perfect person with all of the faults. There I was with no hope of what the next second would hold. I watched him leave, turning his back on all that we’d built.

I remember crying every other night, wetting my pillows with hopelessness – she had a pretty face and perfect body, I heard from his friend that they had been together some months before our break up. I smashed things and even hurt myself to let go of the pain. Molly would always let out a meow, comforting me with her fur. I found her across the street with a broken limb after being hit by a car, since then she has been a listening friend.

It was the first Saturday of the month that a call came through and confirmed he was getting married to the other woman that day. I felt paralyzed with sudden flashes of memory, I blacked out, hitting my head on the wooden cabinet behind me.

I opened my tired eyes to the steady beep of the ER machine, before I could speak I blacked out again. My hearing was numbed at first, I felt like I’d slept forever, with sharp striking headaches. “How long have I been here”, I managed to ask the figure examining my file.

“4 days”, he replied, smiling.
“I found you in a pool of blood, and rushed you to the hospital”, he added.
For the first time, I noticed he was the doctor. He explained to me how Molly was behaving weirdly, and how he had to follow her into the house.

I was discharged from the hospital a couple of days later, and had found a new love for this person, that seemed like forever. I warned my heart but it wouldn’t listen. I fell in love… again, and I still don’t know if that was the right thing to do.

~ Maryam Jimoh

#STORYTIME: The She-human

It all started on the 3rd day of summer that year – I found love in an amazing human person. Looking back, I can’t remember my mother’s touch, but I’m sure I was homeless for as long as I can remember. Being homeless was like a nightmare I had to live everyday – like every other street survivor, I had to fend for myself and escape the claws of bigger opposition. Life was difficult and almost called to an end – that was when Molly found me, just lying there lifelessly in a pool of blood. I was trying to get some crumbs off the street before this large machine displaced my body. The last thing I remembered were the large brown eyes of a she-human staring at me.

I was frightened, scared and defensive the moment I opened my tired eyes. I felt a soft pet on my fur, my limb seemed to be covered in a white sheet. My body was weak, but I remembered the eyes that saved me, she was pretty and had a kind smile. That moment I knew I wanted her to be my new home, I knew I had fallen in love with this new person.

6 months passed, I guess, according to human calendar. The stitches were gone and this brown-eyed she-person filled me with love. She called me ‘Spark’ and we had each other – or so I thought.

Occasionally, Molly would make human cries all night, and would smash things from time to time. I felt sad and would cuddle up to her with encouraging words, but our language barrier just made me sound like a cat to her. That evening I heard a loud sound from the kitchen, I was terrified and feared Molly would be hurt. I ran the length my four limbs could take me… there she was, in a pool of blood. I circled what seemed to be her lifeless body, sniffing her, trying to find a pulse or a movement. I cried out her name, her breath slowly fading, and my world seemed to be crashing. I ran out through the open windows to get help, screaming as humanly possible to be heard.

Just then, a he-human walked by. I circled him, jumping restlessly, running back and forth to try and get his attention. I guess he neither understood the gesture nor language, but followed me to the house, where we found Molly almost giving up. The car with many lights came and that was the last time I saw her for the rest of that day…

I prayed and hoped she’d survived, I carried her scent and called out her name at every passer by… until that evening, when the same he-human figure appeared. I raced to the front door – he was with my favorite person, Molly. She had that same white thing as I had previously, covering her forehead. I was so excited, rubbing the whole of me on her tired body, “Molly, I love you!” I cried out in my ‘Meooow‘ tone. This time we were happy, Nas (the he-human) became part of the family, and I guess we lived happily ever after just like every fairytale. I still tell her that I love her in my ‘Meoooow‘ tone, I hope one day she’ll understand, perhaps someday soon…


#COLLAB: The Blind Date

It was like any other day, except on this day, I was having my first blind date. It seemed crazy at first when I signed up on an online dating site. That was where I met Han. His profile said pretty attractive things about him, like how he earned his first degree in Public relations and how he received numerous awards as an outstanding employee at his place of work. I thought he was attractive – judging from his display photo.

Our first conversation was a hit, it was as if we’d known each other forever. He sure had his way with words… I still remember my heart drowning at the tone of his voice. With one thing leading to another, we developed a strange but sweet attachment towards each other. Having a full picture of him in my imagination, I gathered up all the strength in me to meet Han for the very first time.It felt weird – but exciting! It had been my first time on a blind date and I had to wrestle my thoughts on what and what not to wear, “It has to be perfect”, reassuring myself over and over again. “I’m prepared for this”, I told myself.
Just like a dream my first blind date was a hit – we met, and it turned out he was super cute in person. He did most of the talking while I drowned in his dimples, staring all throughout, he was a perfect gentleman… or so I thought.The greatest happiness comes from loving and being loved back. I wasn’t sure where this love will lead me, but I was super sure I didn’t want to be awoken from this fairytale. With every other thing seeming less important.

I stood frozen. Watching my world fall apart right before my eyes. I couldn’t help the tears from falling as I walked towards his sick bed.I watched him; struggling through every breath, with the doctor’s words replaying in my mind – could this really be the end.
I understood it would be the end of the heart disease he’d been suffering from for the past ten years (with two procedures), but could this really be the end of us? I cried. The tears kept rolling as I held onto his hands, struggling with my heart to say a silent prayer for our last moments together. Watching those eyes that melted my heart and those dimples that drowned my soul, I watched him choke unto his last breath.
He died in my arms; leaving me to myself; alone in a world that now feels empty.
He had been an orphan since birth and grew up in an orphanage, which he followed suit into a successful life. Every bit of our moments together, became memories that wet my eyes.
I fell in love by accident and now I’m not sure I’ll recover from its injures.

Maryam Jimoh, freelance writer.


I’m a freelance writer from Nigeria, I love meeting new people (Muslims in particular) and engaging in Islamic activities. I’m a public speaker, a teacher, humanitarian, and explorer. Nature lover and a biologist – I carry out volunteer services and I’m a passionate lover of knowledge.