Klynic

D o you sometimes get that elated feeling that there's something superior about you? That maybe ...just maybe, you are somehow a demigod and the rest of the world is blind if they can't see it?  Now I am not talking about the "I know who I am" mentality, but that thin edge between humanity and borderline  Narcissism . Where the only voice that matters to you is yours and your overinflated mistake of self preference. Here's what your overblown ego wouldn't tell you: that we all see through you, that we know how far gone you are, but somehow still stay because contrary to what you think, we actually love you. You've heard it in passing. we've said it to your face, you've seen it in our eyes and by our actions, yet the paranoic personality you have turned yourself into has bewitched your sense of good judgement.  Here's a fun fact; we know, we understand and still don't love you any less, but ask yourself this: How much more can we really tak...

Today it felt like I had mastered the trick. I believed that it was possible to care and not lose myself, it worked -- seemed to work for the shortest while, until he found the words I didn't want to hear. It was another sunset, like the many we've shared together. Another cool evening with the black soot in the air and the blaring horns of hurrying white-collar workers; tired of the days slaving at the office, permeating the air from the distance. We never cared about them, at least I didn't, and I doubt he ever did. I always looked forward to his calls every evening, and today wasn't any different. The phone barely rang when I hit the green button and closed my eyes to let his voice light up my entire being. It wasn't deep, nor did he have the baritone kind, his is soft and somewhat pitchy, yet he finds a way to sound so delicious that I taste him with my eyes firmly closed, and my lower lip in between my teeth.  "I'm at the gate..." his favourite wo...

Mყ ɳαɱҽ ιʂ Kʅყɳ Aƙɯαɾαɳԃυ Ⴆυƚ ყσυ ƈαɳ ƈαʅʅ ɱҽ ... "𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝒦𝐿𝒴𝒩𝐼𝒞" Lҽƚ'ʂ ɱҽҽƚ ɱҽ 🆃🅷🅴 🆆🆁🅸🆃🅴🆁 Fondly associated with my pen name, 'Klynic', I started writing officially in 2016, when I published my first book and eventually started this blog. The reviews from that book and my many students who bought the book way back in 2016 were the needed push to remind me of my gift and how I could really use it to impact people, so I married my pen and the writing journey began. I write: Scripts Screenplays Poetry Short stories Blogs Copies and I also Ghostwrite. One of the high points in my writing career was in the year 2019 when one of my short stories got me into the 'STORY STORY' class of the Africa International Film Festival . It was a dream come true and it gave me the opportunity to meet young writers from all over Africa and eventually make it into the Screenwriters Guild of Nigeria. ＲＥＡＤ ＭＹ ＳＨＯＲ...

Hey Ess,                       I sat and cleaned up my apartment today, seated beneath a pile of my old college books was a picture of the two of us; I just stood, carrying my 1980's fro and a  bland look on my face with the exception of the plastic smile I had mastered over the years, and you, you... my dear, brought life to the picture with your hands that were spread so far out as your hair danced in the wind, while we stood within a frame of the prestigious University of Portharcourt logo, you always wore the prettiest smile I had ever seen in the twenty-five years I had been alive. It was our convocation, and I must say that we had a great four years in school. You are that one friend I feel no pressure around and even though we had our issues back then it was nothing our friendship couldn't weather.              Today, the story has changed, but the love hasn't. The friendship is str...

Every day we live our lives and consume quotes from "celebrities" or motivational sites that tell us things like: It's my life so I live it like I please  It's okay to be a little selfish  If it's good by you, then keep at it ...the list could go on forever. Now while all these are not bad by themselves, you have to understand that fundamentally, no man is an island. Think about it, these words didn't fall from heaven and land on the page where you found them, someone, as a result of peculiar experiences they had, wrote them and maybe they had some cool sharing power or a social media account with followers that can lay a siege on your country, so a few retweets or shares brought it your way. We could argue that no one is perfect and I would win because even as you read this, you are aware of the very little imperfections that are only known to you and God. Your life is connected to a million others around you, this connection might not be tangib...

The alarm goes wild and Janelle’s phone falls from the bed as she stretches and wearily opens her eyes one after the other.  She suddenly realizes how cold her pink-themed room is and sighs as she spots her duvet nestled to one corner of the bed, far from her reach. “Thank God I live alone,” she says as she sits up nude and lazily walks to her live-sized mirror to admire her very unique physique; her legs are as straight as the Pillars of Hercules, joined to her pelvis on which her very African hips sit. The brown of her skin glows and only darkens where her areolas sit on her perfectly formed upright bosoms. This appears to be a regular routine every morning and the smile presently adorning her spotless face is proof positive that she enjoys looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her reverie is cut short because the reality of being queried should she get to work late, dawns on her, so she saunters into the bathroom. Opening the cabinet to her right, ...

Have you ever asked why? Why you seem intolerant? Why you never finish a job? Why you always have to cry? Why you never keep to time? Why you never love another? Why you have no friends? Why you never get satisfied? Why you always have to shout? Why you never seem to focus? Why you always come behind? HAVE YOU? Must you always be the victim? Must you always lose the game? Must you always take a beating? Must you give up easily? Must you hate for no reason? Must take what isn't yours? Must you lie? Must you cheat? Must you have sex? Must you say YES? MUST YOU? There are a lot of things you need to understand, about yourself, and until that is done you will always be a victim of life, circumstances, and self.

I have known you forever... I have known you for a lifetime We have been through the worst of them all As well as have conquered TROY together You are more than a brother More than a sister . . . So forgive me when I stand shocked to know that you have assumed an unforgiving stance, simply because I; for some reason which you deem inconsequential, somehow forgot to call you, send a message across, or be present that very day you added "1" to your age. How do you really measure friendship? I never knew our "FRIEND"-"SHIP" was still testing waters Now all those years of trust-building are gone !!! Was our foundation really that shaky? Or did we build with inferior materials TAKE A MINUTE... THINK ABOUT IT ... We have been friends since the beginning of time ... I missed your birthday and I careLESS... Had I called, would it infer that I careMORE? If you call me a friend, then I pray thee... let me bear my name devoid of ...

It's okay to be angry. I mean come to think of it, people most times don't get it till your face turns red😡 and the steam pushes out your ears😤.  Here's what they don't tell you, these folks actually enjoy the train ride. They have mastered your MO , so all they do is get on board, load the coal and watch you take care of the rest. Quick question... Who let them in? Who let them stay? Why in heavens name do you need coal in the 21st century?👀 Now, like I said earlier, it's fine to loose your cool.  Turn off the air conditioner once in a while,  BUT telling me that someone else is responsible for you sweating, is a big joke. 😏  I mean, did you forget where the switch is ? Are your legs paining you? Don't you still have the remote controller? Get your act together and take charge of your atmosphere. Imagine a world without annoying people 😂, quite boring right? They are there to remind you of how you aced the SELF-CONTROL class. ...

I have often heard people say that they preferred someone hit them to the person using words that "hurt" on them. They can relate to the very sharp and piercing nature of words. You should understand that apart from just hurting someone, words move in currents; currents that could carry someone even whilst the person is not conscious of it. My point... simple... most people now find it very easy to pass hate messages through music. Some others encourage violence and immorality through their songs such that you find yourself dancing off to the beat without knowing that those words are sinking into your subconsciousness. In places like AFRICA, they do not even say anything these days, they just make beats and people dance to their emptyness. When you write songs, do it purposefully. Music can be constructively used for good, Let us will the power of MUSIC and change the fate of the world we live in, and it starts with YOU. TO EVERY: nigerian african canadian artist ...

The ladies will probably understand this and relate with it more. The world of ROMANCE has made it very cute and romantic to have a guy do a song for a lady. I wouldn't say I am innocent of that crime though 😜 . My point? Simple... Everyone appreciates being idolized, even when they do not really ask for it or even need it, be it a man, woman , boy or girl. We all have a god-like side that needs a little polishing every now and then. First off, when you take time to write or compose even just 4lines of a song for someone, it makes the receiver of the song feel: loved important worthy, amongst many others. Now like i said initially, the person most times, never asked for it nor desired such, but the memory stays; if it is a voice-note you sent he/she will probably keep it stored for a long time to come. Now, you mustn't be an award winning songwriter to pull this off. You could simply look out for songs that convey the message to the person you intend doing it for, and...