The Boys Are Not Stones Initiative (BANSI), is a movement founded by John Chizoba Vincents, Maazị Jaachị Anyatọnwụ, Adéwálé Àlàdé Ebubechukwu Nwagbo and Onyemaechi Maxwell Opia-Enwemuche in 2018 to highlight the ignored plight of the boy child.
Every father was once a boy. How well or badly the boy child is groomed will determine the kind of father he becomes. Fathers are men who have been threre for us when we need support and advice. They teach, they love, they support, they pick us up when we fall and give us the encouragement we need.
There’s something utterly captivating about the guitar that draws me in and hold me spellbound. It’s about the freedom, peace, and whole other level of cool; other instruments simply can’t compare.
you sit by a river of flooding ideas
and watch your your thoughts run wild
a boy hangs his shoulder a bit higher
than his father’s
i know boys
who are trying to fit in a bowl
of social norms like
new wine in a broken glass
Deep, a poem talks about the dept of being the same and changed and the dept of being what makes us decay.
a boy has tears, he twists the arm of gods into sympathy even when same are drunk in divinity.
When a family member commits suicide, the entire family is plunged into confusion and grief. Life is instinctually valued by all of life’s creatures.
We wear our challenges everyday not because there are no suitable garments to be worn, but the society has made us to believe that we have no rights to express our emotions.
I write to ponder on my own questions and hope to find someone with the same questions as mine, in my readers.
Don’t tell me to fight back the tears
if you can’t erase the pain
and when I begin to fade, my life becoming worthless, stones shall be heaped over my carcass, beside my father, who like his father, were stones uncracked by conditions and convictions harsh.
Ballon d’Or because i know my days are numbered like football jersey i run with the single purpose of netting the ball in the net soon, this 90 years of running around the sales pitch hustling from post to post dribbling past obstacles swift and slow falling on hay […]
Restraint accusing fingers,curious eyes,hushed voicescome crashing in like raging wavesknocking off the shadowsof self-control. you shut your eyesand let the mayhem slow fadeand drown in your yesteryears in the scent of akara frying by the roadside,the faint tick-tock, tick-tockof your neighbour’s grandfather clock.and the rushing sound of waterdown the drainto Aba river. in the […]
dear me, why do you think about the moments that would succeed your departure? why do you feel more clarity than you’ve have never felt after birth in the beautiful peace that succeeds death? why? you will not be freed from the voices, from the pain, from yourself you’ll get trapped, as always, in the […]
bashful, timid, quiet. shy If anyone you know has used these terms to describe you, you’re probably a bit shy. Everyone feels that way once in a while. Shyness and social anxiety are common, no matter how old you are. There is one myth about social anxiety and social anxiety disorder that I would like to […]
For Boys Like Us I was in Ulasi Road Primary School with Naeto Uche Njie for a video shoot of his spoken word piece. We had just finished the first and second scenes and sat on the school football field to review the video when I suggested a third scene. Uche desired to feature a […]
this is how they become the water that sink their boatseveryone was happy,she was the only sad one, a stroll to the marketno negotiation neededshe bought, made a knotand dangled lifeless before dawn loved ones had to untieboth ends of the ropeand live with the tragedy he can’t trace the source of his sadnessnone could […]
Keep Me Safe till the storm passes over keep me safe from caving in till the thunder roar no more keep me safe from imploding till the clouds take a walk from the sky keep me safe from these dark thoughts till my fears are knocked over keep me safe from myself and my doubts […]