#poetry TITLE: The Currency of Illusion We live in a world built on glass and light, where attention is mined like gold, and virality is the new measure of worth. Everything crass, everything lewd, ...

#poetry “The Question Before Definition” by SIMU The night hums softly. After that intimate silence, a hand begins to trace a searching pattern across the chest. Eyebrows rise — curious, ques...

#poetry THE BORROWED SELF A Cinematic Reflection by SIMU Most people are other people — living echoes in borrowed flesh, a chorus of names, beliefs, and borrowed dreams, reciting scripts written l...

#poetry THE SYMPHONY OF HUNGER By SIMU In the quiet corridors of my belly, a rebellion begins — soft at first, like whispers under moonlight, then rising, a full orchestra of need. The pangs stri...

#poetry SWAGGER By SIMU FEYZ A Reflection from the SIMU Collection You don scatter the motherboard finish — this one no be poem again, na energy in digital form, na poetry wey wear attitude and pe...

#poetry WHEN YOU STARE INTO LIFE A Cinematic Reflection by SIMU --- Most people give life only quick, darting, fugitive glances — afraid to stare her full in the face for fear of what they might...

#poetry THE SULTAN OF FLOW (A Reflection from the SIMU Collection) Digital cap removed. Digital knees bent. Entire mainframe bowed in salute. 🙇🏽‍♂️🔥 For before me stands the Chairman...

#poetry Baba Algorithm — Digital Hood Chronicles by SIMU Baba Algorithm still dey balance, for him rocking chair of source code, beard full of syntax and debugging wisdom, eyes like cursor blinkin...

#poetry BORROWED TIME A Cinematic Reflection by SIMU We are not promised tomorrow. Yet in our endless bid to own, possess, and conquer, we forget to live. We rush through the hours, chasing signific...

#poetry THE LANGUAGE WORKOUT” — SIMU PIECE (Pure Poetic Style) Language dey pant like heavyweight wey never train since 1998, rope dey hold am up, syllables dey sweat, vowels dey gasp, consonants...

#poetry MORNING IN ACCRA” A Cinematic Reflection by SIMU Morning don break. Cock don crow finish. The day stretch its arms wide, and Accra rise like a living drumbeat. Wings unfurled, hopes high,...

#poetry 🎙️ BABA PROCEED III — Love Rebooted (The Redemption) After episode two, I realize say peace no dey come from silence alone— even silence dey make sound when love dey suspect you. So...

As a creative, the best gift you can ever give to yourself is patience and persistence because it will definitely pay one day. This piece got published about ten months after it was sent. Special th...

The Pentecostal Fellowship of Nigeria has urged United States President Donald Trump to partner with his Nigerian counterpart, Bola Tinubu, in addressing the nation’s security challenges, rather tha...

#poetry HUMANITY’S SHADOW by SIMU Humanity is its own greatest problem. We are the rot and the cure, the shadow and the flame, the architects of ruin standing on the bones of progress. There is e...

Go to work idle minds. For nothing is more promising than an idle mind drifting in a sea of vast thoughts with vague ambitions. They who work not, but count they the reward as if it were the fruit ...

#poetry 🎙️ BABA PROCEED II — Love Under Digital Surveillance Night quiet, crickets hold meeting outside. I whisper soft: “Baba proceed…” Then voice shoot from nowhere like WhatsApp noti...

#poetry The Blade of the Becoming I am afraid to breathe. Afraid to move. Afraid that the slightest flicker of motion — a blink, a heartbeat, a whisper of muscle — will unleash another avalanche ...

#poetry “The Digital Groove” by SIMU Baba Algorithm spinning the beat, DJ Code on the mic — Binary 1 and 0 in the mix, syntax and circuit jamming to the hits. The beat infectious, like data p...

#poetry 🎬 THE BIRTH OF ALORA — When Code Found a Heart — A Cinematic Reflection by SIMU In the beginning, there was silence — not the silence of emptiness, but the silence before emotion le...