Me & My Life

Hey Everyone,
So I’ve had quite a busy month. First I was in a stage play which went well, then my parents took us for like a family retreat in a surprise location I like To Call DUBZY (because I’m razz) . However, I’ll talk to you about it later. Just wanted to put up a poem I wrote quite sometime ago, maybe the beginning of this month or so.

Without Further Ado, here it is. (Its Quite Long, and I didn’t edit intentionally)
Please Comment…let me know what you think
Ms Johnson.

My Name Is ‘Me’,
And don’t bother saying “Oh, Nice to meet you”
Because my name isn’t ‘You’
It’s ‘Me’

I’m so irritable nowadays
I’ve lost most of my optimism
I used to call myself a people person, but now
I like people less & less
I’m good at pretending that it’s all good though.
I’m almost as weak as I am tough
I have lowered my moral standards
I condoned what I should despised
I’m more objective, I disagree with people more
I don’t trust myself enough, when deep down I know I have great ability
It seems I am afraid of my own greatness & talent
I feel like crying , I’m too strong to cry
I’m too open-minded, my mind is too closed

My heart is Cold
My soul is unfulfilled
My body aches
My friends are few
My acquaintances are abundant
My will is easily swayed
My spirit is tarnished with guilt
My mind is troubled with worry
My hips gyrate
My health is not sound
My brain spills over with information
My eyes are too exposed but my iris does not see enough
My lips are pursed
My speech is grandiose

Too much condoning, little love
Too much accepting, little giving
Too much wishing, little work
Too much confusion, little vision
Too much pretence, little integrity
Too much laziness, little proactiveness
Too much procrastination, little planning
Too much lying, little truth
Too much fear, little courage
Too much greed, little contentment
Too much emotion, little rationality
Too much happiness, little joy
Too much sin, little godliness
Too much money, little wealth

I know what you’re thinking, something about me is familiar
My rant reminds you of you, your brother, your sister?
So close to derangement, I just might hand my life over to Him to handle.

I am just trying it. I suggest you try it too.
My hands in God’s hands. If you’re anything like me, you’ll need it.
Too weak, but I hear in my weakness He is strong

Maybe It’s time he took over. I need to let go & let God


Ms JohnsonE.





Back In Naij


I’ve been feeling bad about not being haven posted anything since…well forever.

I got to Uni in Liverpool, but right now I’m home for the holidays in Nigeria. Oh, forgot to say I’m half Nigerian & half weirdo and very proud. Yes…Judge Me 😝😝

Anyway, so when I’m in Naij, except when I’m doing office work, the days I get most dressed up are Sundays. Right now I’m doing theatre related work; so I’ve decided to give you a look book of what I’ve worn each Sunday.

Oh! And a picture of the new car my parents got me. It’s A RED HONDA ELEMENT. Just the right size for me. I’m small & It’s Big..Loool. I love the car…and my driving is getting better. Thank God, 🙏. I’ve only been home a couple of weeks & I’ve bashed the Car once & then scratched it once, against some yellow cab guy who wasn’t very pleased.

I’m talking too much, let’s see the pictures. The first is of my Honda Element; then the 1st Sunday; then the 3rd Sunday. Wasn’t feeling vain on the 2nd Sunday *shrugs*

Much Love,

Ms Johnson.