14th MARCH 2026

25673 piece

People are strange creatures.

They smile like angels and vanish like smoke,

leaving you with their echoes clinging to your skin.

Love begins as fire, hot, blinding, alive.

And somehow, quietly, it cools into math,

calculating apologies, counting loyalties,

measuring who loved first and who left last.

Romance becomes accounting.

Poetry becomes debt.

And the mind, oh, the mind.

It is a marketplace on fire,

voices screaming over one another,

trading fear, hope, shame, and ideas you never asked for.

One voice demands bravery, another whispers doom,

another insists you are a fool,

and somewhere in the chaos, you find yourself listening,

laughing, crying, bargaining with your own thoughts.

Yet, despite all this, we persist.

We rise, bruised, broken, ridiculous,

and still, the stubborn animal called hope licks our wounds.

The man who fails ten times still plans the eleventh attempt.

The woman who bleeds still believes in love.

Hope is strange. It is a moth circling a flame

that wants to burn us alive.

It is the laughter in a room full of ghosts.

It is the only proof that being alive is worth the absurdity.

So yes, the problem with being alive is not the pain,

not the loss, not the chaos, not even the betrayal.

The problem

is that life refuses to stop,

and you, despite everything, refuse to stop with it.

And maybe, in the madness of mornings and nights,

the bills, the heartbreaks, the laughter,

this is the only victory you will ever need.

To keep walking,

to keep bleeding,

to keep laughing at the absurdity

while the universe watches, amused.

5huaibu Yakubu

Friday 14th March 2026