I remember when I first learnt the word ‘ Thespian ‘; I was about 15 or 16 and it was a cool ‘big’ word to add to my vocabulary.  Quite a few years on, I have a much deeper appreciation of the word and the persons it describes.

Here’s the definition:

Thespian /ˈθɛspɪən/

Adjective: relating to drama and the theatre 

Noun: an actor or actress

(source: Google)

In this poem – titled ‘The Thespian’ – I have used the word loosely  to extend to thespians who engage other forms of arts like dancing. I wrote this some time ago, as I watched a private screening of  ‘Heartbeat,  The Musical’ produced by Lufodo Productions Ltd (Joke Silva and Olu Jacobs’ theatre company) but since it was recently World Theatre Day, I thought it would be a good time to share this poem with you.

Click HERE to enjoy ‘The Thespian’ by msevajohnson.

May your week be filled with Love that surpasses all knowledge.


Ms Eva Johnson.

The Thespian (pg 1)


Average Girl

Happy New Year People! (Yes, I know its late, seeing as one month is already gone…but at least I said it right?)

Instead of getting into any apologies about not posting for ages (since we’ve been here before), I am just going to get on with what I believe to be a very important post and hope that this year I can successfully put up quality posts for you every week (or at least bimonthly *wavy wink*).

This month is National Slavery and Human Trafficking Prevention Month in the Untied States, as declared by now ex-President Barack Obama in January 2012. I wrote a poem titled ‘Average Girl’ some years ago and have recently re-worked it. I performed the poem at the Nigerian Bar Association (NBA) dinner in December 2016. The poem loosely ties in with this month’s theme, but I don’t want to spoil it by telling you all about it before you read (and/or watch) it. The subject matter is of grave importance to me, and I hope to you too.

So please, see it attached HERE for your reading pleasure, and for those who are visually stimulated, I have also included a link HERE to the video of my performance at the NBA Dinner. Please share to raise awareness for victims, like and comment too..for me.

May your week be filled with Love that surpasses all knowledge.

Ms Eva Johnson.


More Questions

Here’s the last one:

Am I as they say?

Am I beautiful when I sway?

Does my smile light up the day?

Or am I nothing like that voice says?

I am great. Aren’t I?

Then why can’t I believe it.

Why can’t I say what I mean?

Why am I lovely to others & to myself mean?

Can I blame her? Can I blame him?

High standards are good But sometimes leave you feeling less than you should.

Someone help me understand if you would.

-Ms Johnson. 


Black History Month (BHM) 2 – Do You Know Me?

Hi again,

So here’s part 2 of the post. I forgot to say before, thanks to everyone that came to watch the speech, the spoken word or the dance I was involved in.

Also, thanks for the birthday wishes and gifts. I’m going to put up the poem now.  I hope you like it, or at least get it. I decided to call it: Do You Know Me?

Here’s a link, you can download and print it out and such, if you have drop box: Do You Know Me?-Ms Johnson

If you’re not nearly as keen, here it is all the same:

Black History Month

-Do You Know Me?

We’re in the UK
& that weather shii cray
So I’ve slipped a couple times today
But that’s ok
Weather is not the subject today.
Let’s focus on less sunny issues.


Do you know what it means to be Chinese
Walk alone and you won’t feel at ease
Never get a mere Ní hâo , except when they need help with Math
I study art & music but no one bothered to ask,

“How stereotypical?” I say in my mind
But deep down, I don’t really mind
So I go ahead & help anyway
I’m ecstatic for the little interaction any day
Even though… its momentary
& friendship is..well..a phenomenon that tarry
I am more things than my language or appearance
Do you know me? I am my likes, dislikes. I love culture

Do you understand what it means to be black
Thrown in a box & be thought to lack
Awareness, Intelligence, Leadership, Citizenship
Looked upon as a bad egg, as a black sheep, literally
Only relevant when they need to run a mile or move something heavy
Treated as identical with the other diverse billion of black people
It makes no sense, what on earth is wrong with people
I have never been to jail, I am more than my body,
my hair or skin colour
Do you know me? I am my hopes and insecurities. I love culture

Have you got it right what it means to be white
Do you think I am fickle, feeble minded
That I am artificial and perhaps suicidal
That I spend all my time on a tanning bed, with a drink in my hand or
That My legs are constantly spread.
That I practice subtle bigotry, that I am close-minded or greedy
Do you know me? I am my personality, pet peeves. I love culture.



If you do not know me; do not judge me.
I am not what you heard on the news. I am me.
I am not suggesting that give me one look and you fall in love
But I do pray thee, ‘walk in love’
Give respect & it will return to whom it is due
We are the same in that we are different.
Make the the most of the mosaic that you’re mostly mingled within.
In other words, be like me and love culture.

Ms JohnsonE.


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Black History Month (BHM) 1


I know it’s been ages…but since I’m trying to study and I am too playful to  couldn’t decide when to put up some of the stuff I’ve been putting off putting up. Anyway, it was Black History Month (BHM) in October and I worked with the Liverpool Guild of Students organising and participating in some events and such.

In this post, I’ll put up the speech I delivered on Multiculturalism & in the next post, I’ll put up The Spoken Word I performed at the BHM Closing Event, it’s called …I don’t know what it’s called yet….I’ll decide just before posting it.


(slightly edited to make sense as a post, as opposed to a speech…please pardon any spelling errors)

Hello Reader,

My Name is Oyindamola Johnson, you can call me Oyin & I just want to say a few words on Multiculturalism, especially in the context of expressing many cultures in a conservative society. Proof of multiculturalism is that more than half of the people listening to this speech reading this post cannot pronounce my first name no matter how hard you try and the rest of you have 1st names that most people in this country (UK) can’t pronounce properly. It’s the same reason that you can mostly still tell someone is ‘foreign’ despite their excellent command of English. That phenomenon is called Phonological Interference, but that’s not something I wish to go into details on now (don’t hesitate to google it, Google Is Your Friend). So we’ve all heard that ‘variety is the spice of life’…I want to look at those times when the spice in question is sour, a spice like Vinegar.

Multiculturalism becomes a relevant concept in communities which, like this one, comprise multiple cultures (as the name implies). The term multiculturalism, can be construed either descriptively ( referring to cultural diversity in a general sense of the make-up of society) or normatively. Kevin Bloor in his ‘Definitive Guide to Political Ideologies‘ said the major normative element of multiculturalism was a society “at ease with the rich tapestry of human life and the desire amongst people to express their own identity in the manner they see fit. I think the main point of conflict here is “the manner they see fit“. People express themselves through religion, dressing, culture, art, poetry, the list goes on. However, what happens when the manner you see fit doesn’t fit the manner that I see fit {I promise that’s an actual sentence, I’m not just biased to the word ‘fit’}

Let me illustrate with a story:

Ugochi moved to London from Nigeria last year. She started at the University of Liverpool in September. She studies Economics, and as is almost always the case, 70% of her friends are Nigerian like she is, 20% are from other African countries, 6% are Caribbean, 3% are Asian & 1% are everything else. By 1% I’m referring to her one friend called Valeria who was born to ambassador parents in in Russia, grew up in Scotland but is half French and half American. So , after a long confusing MicroEconomics lecture today, Ugo introduces Valeria to her Nigeria friends. They smile and say “Hello, How Are You?” ( most of it sounded more like “Ello, Aawa you?” and “Helor, How A Yawwu?”} . As they all walk back home, most of Ugo’s friends begin conversing in their local dialects, Valeria is struggling to keep up. Obviously, she is more than relieved when the time comes for everyone to go their separate ways at the Central Hub. She goes home a bit puzzled, feeling awkward and out of place. Those people seemed nice…but she couldn’t see how they could possibly ever be friends.

Right, so next week there’s a Pub Quiz at the Ken Saro Wiwa Bar. Valeria invites Ugochi to come along and meet some of her friends. As she arrives, most of them are Scottish or English,one of them, distinctively Australian, greets Ugo with a smile saying Goodday Mate (sounded more like “Good Eye Might”). True to the spirit of a bar, everyone starts drinking, cracking jokes and singing old folk songs….that’s everyone, except Ugo. Ugo is an Ibo Muslim (almost as rare to find as a chimera), and its against her religion to drink alcohol, also she’s just moved here so she doesn’t get the jokes or know the old folk songs. So Ugo goes home a bit puzzled, feeling awkward and out of place. Those people seemed nice…but she couldn’t see how they could possibly ever be friends.

My questions to you are: Who is wrong? Is anybody wrong? Is there anything that should have been done to promote inclusivity that wasn’t done? Who should suppress their own culture to include the other’s? Is it the majority or the minority? Should anyone be suppressing anything at all?
I don’t have the answers to these questions but they are questions I would like everyone to start contemplating.

You’ve heard it said, ‘When in Rome, behave like the Romans’…but what if you just don’t know how. My suggestion is this, when in Rome, be aware of the Roman culture and juxtapose it with yours, pick up the good parts and leave the rest. As for the Romans, be mindful to consider those internationals amongst you, try to carry them along and if they are willing, trade secrets about each others cultures. At the end of the day, if we do that with an open mind; we are all more likely to come out as more rounded individuals- part of a global village that is rich in diversity and beautiful because it embodies so many cultures living harmoniously together.

However, that is just my suggestion, the topic is very much open for debate.

Thank You,

Ms JohnsonE.


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.