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Writing/starting Rants is one of the best things that I could say has happened to me in the writing "world". They said a child rants, they said rant is a noise, I also said it too but this RANT is a compilation of meaningful words. You know, you only have to scream, talk, make the noise in a world that shouts or else, no one will hear you. That is, if you can't scream, you can whisper... Anyhow, speak and let them hear you.

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Life is in stages and as we grow, we learn and see many things: some things influence us, some doesn’t; some make us and some mar us. But our reflection and definition of these things are what really and truly maters. Many things are to be done, acknowledged and accepted by us but at times, we do not even notice them, let alone acknowledge or learn from them; they end up not influencing us or we end up not allowing its influence on us because in the first place, we didn’t take cogniz…
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Finally! Finally!! Finally!!! "Babyconnect" by YDT ft Xmith is out.

about Baby connect... says it's about a girl who later fell in love.

BABYCONNECT is all about a baby girl comparing her guy (who is innocently a hustler) to a yahoo boy on top say her frosh boyfriend never hammer buh later fall flat in love with d guy wen he plus his hustle and get money... Se dah one nice baba.. I comr reason wetin d girl do and tittle the song Babyconnect which means girl wey connect/fall in love because of money.

So, Finally! Finally!! Finally!!! "Babyconnect" by YDT ft Xmith is out.
Please download and let's know your view. You can use the comment box.

💥🔥💥🔥💥🔥 Issa Bangaa!!!

Download BABY CONNECT — YDT ft Xmith

Free publishing opportunity on Philip Peace Literary World for Writers, artists, painters and any other skill...

LOVE | becoming reality.

A rose doesn't wither when it is in the heart
                          but it is why a heart fades
and entwine into another like
a frond of basket.
a boy sits (in) between a boulevard
                             and waits for a lady all day.
There is no sacrament.
                                       only love
and love doesn't wait forever, it is short —
that, it sperms eternity like a façade
                                             becoming reality.
and the only magic in love
                                            is people & heart
like a candle and the wax —
                                           they (nay), it burns ... eternity.

There, in the garden of flowers
there is a favourite.
                               although all with colours,
there is one without colour, it's not unugly
but it is what the heart takes
                                             because it is simple
and it only need a heart that understands

JANA | Boss Chris

Music is art, it is an expression of things perhaps not rather said or things not needed but things that need to be expressed. It is an art of expression that gives you the opportunity to "like" a "jargon" or a "sense making record" — be it as it may be to you —.

Here is a trap jam from a Unilorin finest rapper and freestyler.  A young talent artist named BOSSCHRIS trying to prove himself worthy of been listening to has released a track.

CHRISTIAN OLUWASEGUN popularly known as BOSSCHRIS is one of the rap artists in the University of Ilorin. He is good at both freestyle and scripted raps.
This his is first track titled #JUNA#....
He called it the first banger🔥🔥🔥

Show some love for BOSSCHRIS!

How to download. i. Follow the link
ii. press the 3 horizontal dots at the right side of your phone
iii. scroll down, you'll see download.
you may also only look up to the screen of your phone to see the symbolic representation of download to download the so…

There is a Chasm Between us.

There is a  c   h   a   s   m  be-tween us.
             Darkest fears visited me when
you left;
    Emotions choke my throat ...but you
wouldn't stay. You said        "there are lot
     of s e c n e r e f f i d (i.e differences)    & nothing is working/will work:
            Not a talk permit on the bed
  nor silent gazes. our eyes will not talk."
I rehearsed — fever against my dark self.
I could be  d    o     n     n
                      r     w     i      g
in a sea of boiling water
& my flesh, tearing from the bone
at your                 absence.
       But nothing will e s c a p e  your lips
           save a movement of weary hands
                        against my frail face,
against the breeze bu  zz  ing like neon
on my face. in this city of window pain,
Where you can only     look. and    look again,
not wanting to wave a goodbye...
I could get b r o k - e n  by my freezing fears
& sour tears (that means nothing to you)
because you keep …

body languages

body languages.
for the lady.

a home is in your chest,
— even in the heat of mixed kisses,
speaking emotions and running eyes
unbuttoning your coat. — it presses
my chest harder like a prick.
a home is in your planet —
the one that defines you;
my impatient fingers has found
solace in its tight soul.
your body owns nervous lips
and impatient fingers,
your body has an action i feel.
your body has made me a rock
your body is home!
let immortality lost discretion
to the body and soul in the
dark side of your waiting skin
for the drowning of spirituals
in its sacred temple/country.
cos' your body is a country
with hills and a valley.

Akinwale Peace Akindayo
Philip Peace

One Poem by Muhammad Auwal Ibrahim


Allah has answered the prayer of the weaker animals
None think that you will survive such attack
By those big lions
For whatever they chase,
They make sure is no longer breathing
on earth
You are a rabbit that survived harassments by
Those dark dogs
Inside that forest
Think not, that is your speed that saved you
It is the protection of Allah
We are all animals
But of higher class
Not those that live in the forest
Of which some are weak
While some are strong
The weak is always threaten by the strong
Let's all learn how to live in peace
With one another


Muhammad Auwal Ibrahim is a young Nigerian writer, playwright and poet. He was born in the year 2001. He attended Gombe Children School for his nursery and primary school education. He is a final year student at Gombe High School. He is a member of Poets In Nigeria, Gombe Connect Center. Some of his works have been published in Tuck online magazine. He started writing at sixteen. He believes that writing will bring change in o…