#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 SPARK IN THE ABYSS by Simu The abyss is ever dark, deep, bottomless, spiraling into impossibility. Hope is a fragment, a scrap of meaning struggling to cling, like a lost soul adrift at ...

You will never walk alone, For you are never alone; with the good, with the evil one. There are those who are part of you, who watch over you; to gaurd, protect; to spy and to harm by reason of an...

#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 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 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 THE VANISHING OF MY EVER-LOVING GARI A SIMU Comedy Reflection Baba… Where my gari? My eyes dart to the table — wide, confused, betrayed… like action film hero wey just realize say the...

#poetry The rate at which stupidity is embracing and spawning within humanity is terrifying. It multiplies like wildfire in a dry forest, spreading faster than reason, louder than truth. At this pace,...

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...

#poetry Down from the soil it all begins From Moulded clay and now we slay On the first day the sun was made And everyday is a brand new day You choose to play or you choose to get paid It eithe...

#poetry WRITE TO EXPRESS by Simu I write not to impress. I write to express. To give voice to the unspoken, to chart the currents of thought that surge beneath the surface, to paint the unseen spect...

#poetry THE STAGE OF FOOLS by SIMU A Reflection from the SIMU Collection. --- We live in a world where everything has been reduced to a joke — a sprawling stage lit by cheap neon, with clowns par...

#poetry THE SEED WITHIN by SIMU A Reflection from the SIMU Collection. --- Pineapples cannot suddenly appear in a fruit salad made of bananas, apples, watermelons, and grapes. Nothing materializes ...

#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 energy reverberates, ancient and unbroken, coursing through my essence until every breath becomes a rhythm and every heartbeat becomes a verse. Here, notions, motions, and emotions inters...

#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...

#poetryI am the WomanKing, with a heart so fierce A queen of valor, with a spirit that pierces My crown is not just a symbol, but a call to lead I rule with wisdom, and a heart that breeds I walk int...

#poetry THE VOWELS AND BOWELS OF HUNGER A Reflection from the SIMU Collection --- A E I O U These are the vowels of language… But when hunger choke, they turn to the bowels of survival. Because...

#poetry Maybe the truth is too harsh to stare at directly. Maybe the truth is that we humans are intrinsically dark, that spark of destruction already smoldering within us. We have left countless spe...

#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...