I am Uduak-obong Jackson, and Am infamously known as Slimzy. I am
from Akwa Ibom state and I consider myself unique. I know God didn't create me
to be like anyone else. Cause I perceive and react to situations in a different
way from the next girl. Spoken word for me is a passion. It's far more than
just performing and receiving applauds or commendation. It's me sharing my
thoughts, airing my views on issues and also giving hope to people. Accounting
and Medicine won't give me such platform.
I do spoken word and I believe spoken word has come to stay in
Nigeria for good. In no time, it will become one of the most appreciated acts
in this country. I'm sure that with proper awareness and sponsorship of poetry
events, spoken word poets who feel there's no place for them will begin to
break out of their shells.
I love God and all that He stands for. It's better to please Him
than to put up an act of adhering to religious principles and still have no
relationship with Him.
I believe young people have a wrong idea about certain issues one
of such include Sex. Sex is something beautiful to be enjoyed in a union known
as marriage. The way sex is presented to us nowadays, it seems right to have it
outside the confines of marriage. Most of us have heard thousands of reasons
why we should abstain but somehow we fall prey to the lies of sex being a scale
to measure love. Personally, I have been there before but right now, it’s a
"No sex till marriage" policy.
As a young Nigerian youth, you should believe in God first and
then yourself. Never give up in life till you achieve your goals and no matter
how hard things might get, never forget that there's always light at the end of
the tunnel.
Don't stop screaming till the world hears you.
A piece titled-
BEHIND THE SMILES - SLIMZY
All I needed was a right frame of mind and a solemn music on the background to
get this over and done with.
The picture!
So here's a guy. Bright smile, cheerful spirit, good looking and that's all
about him.
Every other part of him lies quietly in the shores of his heart, loudly giving
out an echo at the end of every fake smile even when he sings a hymn.
As cool as he seems to be he gets baked up every second in an oven hot enough
to bake bread for the whole city of Lagos in December.
By looks he's got everything locked down yet his mind is naked, void of any say
of its own, tossed so deep and made to live in the shadows of yesteryears,
scaring the person of today from putting a warmly knitted piece of cloth, more
like bitter November.
Stitches of guilt’s and regrets sew mercilessly his brain into a piece of used
table mat left in a bin just by the corner. Ruins rumple his thoughts and the
only option is to play carelessly with a bucket just to kick it.
Harsh as the weather is, he barely knows what goes on around him not even a
burning ray of the sun means a thing to him, he has shut down every response to
external bodies, internal bodies make him a slave of himself. Bitterness
and depression keep him cold as he staggers on the inside unfed. Pains
obviously are his only option to eat.
Labelled by his peers, he hides himself the more leaving fate to do its job but
fate seems to have resigned from this slave. Burning up lungs, he brings the
end product out in an attempt to free himself yet it gets him deeper and closer
to his new best friend as he calls it.
Soon he loses it and the doctor says he can't make it and for the first time he
speaks for the very last time...'No one cared to listen to me, they only heard
me'.
I take a deep breath here cause if only we could listen he just might have
lived...#sigh
