Ebube's World

 *To the Funny Guy on the Street* Behind most smiley faces   lie freshly shed tears, like raindrops on a sunny day,   hidden just beneath the surface.   To you, dear,   what keeps you up all night?   What shadows linger in your thoughts,   like ghosts haunting an empty hallway?   What memories echo in your mind,   urging you to hit your head on the wall,   only to stop, fearing the bruises   will reveal your silent battle? I truly want to know.   I want to hear your story,   the symphony of sorrows you carry   beneath your cheerful disguise.   Or perhaps I shouldn’t,   for I might lack the capacity to comprehend   the depths of your unspoken pain. But still, thank you,   for insisting I won’t frown,   at least not when you're around,   turning your mask into a beacon of light   in my d...

" Hi Mother! It's been a while How are you doing ?" In reality, it's been a while She saw me Busy with work I doubt she knows my face   But, her eyes beamed Her lips almost a smile  But her face motionless " How can I help you " My head spun Shock! Must be an understatement She's suppose to be my mother I'm no client Neither have I any business proposal " Mother! Is that how you welcome your daughter ? I thought to greet you mother" " Do you have Financial issues ?" She asked  " No mother ," I replied  " Then why are you here ?" " To see and greet you ma," " You've seen me, You can leave." "Mother! "If I leave, you may never see me again " I said with teary eyes She stood up, Got a glass, Poured herself a drink, Raised it up and drank. In essence, she doesn't care Yet... she's my mother © Ebube

 Host: Good day esteemed viewers, Welcome to this week segment of This Life, Today we're fortunate to have a big celebrity in our midst, and yes every guest that comes around is a celebrity but this particular person has a story behind this. And of course everyone does, over to the story, When life offers you lemons what you do with the lemons matters. Our guest today made very good use of her lemons and she's going to share her tales with us.  I'm your favorite host Cassandra, and welcome to This Life  (Theme song plays in the background) To let us know her more I will be giving her a pre-introduction. The major character in Light through the lens, (If you haven't seen it I advise you to look for it on Ebube world's I will share the link at the end of the segment so we can appreciate this interview well) a celebrity photographer, introducing our guest Amina Amina: Gosh ,I'm blushing, Cas. really!☺️ Good day everyone I'm Amina Cassandra: Ok, she's shy(...

Daughter's POV: " Am I the king's daughter? Or perhaps just part of the community Who believes because the king is lord He's both our father and king." " Am I the King's Daughter? After much struggle To gain entrance To his throne room I enter and voice my complaints He sits, watching me, and "All done" is all he says." "Maybe I complain a lot After all, that's what I'm good at Complaining and blaming everyone but me." King's POV: "Am I her father and king Or just a king?" "She comes in Once in a blue moon And of course, I'm glad to see her... But With a loud voice, she complains And makes atonement for offenses  Which of course, she will do again." "Should I tighten the entrance? Then she will have new complaints Of how hard it is To come see me, But I love to see her And watch her even as she rants and asks for things Which of course I don't refute" Daughter: "I know you don...

 THIS LIFE: INTERVIEW SEGMENT WITH EBUBE Host: Good day everyone! Today on This Life, we are honored to have with us a talented poet and prose writer, the author of the upcoming literary sensation "UNSUNG HEROES". She'll be sharing insights about herself and her exciting new work. I'm your host, Cassandra. Welcome to This Life. (Theme song plays in the background) Host: We're delighted to have our guest here. Please, ma'am, introduce yourself. Guest : Good day, everyone. I'm Ebubechi Ireke, known by the pen name Ebube. I'm thrilled to be here. (Claps) Cassandra : Tell us about yourself. Ebube : Well, I'm Ebube, a pen goddess (a title lovingly bestowed upon me by a friend). I delve into poetry and storytelling. Some affectionately refer to me as "Awwwwnnn" and as "Korean crush" because of my fondness for Korean dramas and actors, especially Song Joong Ki (SJK). Currently, I'm a recent graduate of History and International St...

  As the day breaks, Bright and bustling, The long-awaited moment is here. Or so I believed, With joy filling my heart, My final day in the Den, My last exam as a student. Clad in white, Feeling radiant and confident, Strolling carefree, Then, the unexpected. Perhaps it's not so dire. Speeding like a tempest, Rushing like a torrent, It spills onto the ground, Leaving everyone stunned. This was meant to be my day, Why now, of all times? With tears welling in my eyes, I shuts them tight, Fainting to the floor. No, it can't be! My monthly visitor, Arriving unannounced, Unwelcome at this moment, Without a warning. Leaving it's stamp, On my pristine white attire. © Ebube

 I stabbed him. It didn't just happen. I warned him, but he wouldn't listen. maybe he thought it was a joke, until I stabbed him. It appeared first as a pen, then  scissors, then a knife. I told him to stop. He kept laughing. I said 'Shut up', but he kept talking. It echoed in my head. He wouldn't stop talking. He kept laughing. My head kept spinning. I picked up the pen and pointed it to him. He laughed at it, knowing, it couldn't hurt. In my mind, it transformed into scissors, I approached him, knowing I couldn't stab. But when it reached his stomach, I stabbed him. It turned into a knife. There was blood. Blood everywhere. It flowed to the ground. He looked at me, shocked. I looked at him and smiled. He won't underestimate me again. He knows I can stab.  He'll be scared. I did it. Yes, yes, yes All this I said while in the psychologist office, Under hypnosis,  Undergoing therapy I wish I could do it. It's so easy in my head, But my hands can...