I hold the pen in my hand,
A writer true and true,
Not just of plays and great song lyrics,
But of moving books, articles too.
I didn’t know how powerful the pen could be until I began to take writing seriously.
I didn’t know how much of an effect my words could have,
Until I started writing true stories.

Leaving the fictional era,
Abandoning made up stories,
Gave me real power,
Made me feel like a queen.
Whether it was a book or a short post I was writing,
People would speculate and wonder,
Just exactly who am I exposing?

Politicians come out,
To deny the news,
“I would never do such to the people of Nigeria,”
“We’ll get to the bottom of this.”
Influencers, musicians, business men and the likes,
All shake in their boots hoping my stories will backfire.
But God doesn’t answer their prayers,
Because he knows the truth,
And it will set their victims free.

The rapist on Korede road,
I exposed him in broad daylight.
The singer turned murderer,
Went undercover just to find her.
Both people society would never suspect,
Both people I openly exposed with my pen.

People ask me, concerned,
“Aren’t you worried someone will find dirt on you?”
“Dont you know that what goes around, comes around?”
But I laugh in their faces and say to them.
“The only people afraid of the pen are the ones with lies,
Dirty deals, hidden secrets that wish to remain undiscovered.
But as for me, I have no dirty secrets.
Yes, I’ve made mistakes but I’m not ashamed of them.
So yes, that’s right,
I am unafraid of the pen”