Salem_era1💞

Aspiring Product manager//Fashion model//Poet// Resin Artist (CEO Atelier) (workshop of dreams)// Writer and editor// UGC creator and video editor

[Salem_era1💞 @Keoon_3]

@LeadHerLogic I’m interested

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@zenxconsultancy I’m interested

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@zenxconsultancy I’m interested

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@zenxconsultancy I’m interested

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@LeadHerLogic I’m interested

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@SirAlexanderrr I’m interested

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@ThePMtribe Hello ma I’m interested

[Salem_era1💞 @Keoon_3]

I just completed a milestone in my learning journey with TS Academy! 🚀 @TechSphereAcad
can't wait for classes to start

#TechSphereAcad

[Salem_era1💞 @Keoon_3]

Can’t wait to continue learning

[Tech Sphere Academy @TechSphereAcad]

Welcome to Tech Sphere Academy, Hajime Cohort! 🎉

[Salem_era1💞 @Keoon_3]

It was a good pleasure attending this class it was so worth it with host Adetola @TechSphereAcad
So much learnt and so much anticipation for the next class ✨😍❤️

[Salem_era1💞 @Keoon_3]

small as a matchstick
in a drowned city—

wondering
if forgetting
is the mind’s last mercy.

©️Keoon

[Salem_era1💞 @Keoon_3]

Were they oceans
or only floods?

Did I mistake cages for cathedrals?

How many pieces of myself
did I trade away
to be called necessary?

And somewhere beneath the rubble,
a quieter voice survives

[Salem_era1💞 @Keoon_3]

Even tenderness tastes metallic now,
like biting a coin.

Love became a hallway of mirrors:
every reflection almost human,
every doorway leading back
to the same locked room.

So I ask the ceiling questions
it refuses to return.

[Salem_era1💞 @Keoon_3]

Now every sound arrives shattered:

a dropped glass,
a siren underwater,
the small animal noise of pain
caught in the throat.

My hands tremble
like leaves trying not to confess to the wind.
My stomach twists itself into rope.

[Salem_era1💞 @Keoon_3]

“You are the drought,” they said.
“The cracked earth beneath our feet.”
“You owe the sun for rising.”
“You were born in debt.”

Their words nested inside my skull
like crows learning my name.

And memory—
memory became a house fire.

[Salem_era1💞 @Keoon_3]

The body folds inward,
a tired bridge groaning beneath too many footsteps.
At night, sleep stands outside my window
but never enters.

Then the garden changed.

The same mouths that once carried honey
returned carrying knives wrapped in velvet.

[Salem_era1💞 @Keoon_3]

So I became a well
everyone lowered buckets into.

They drank.
And drank.

Until my ribs sounded like empty rooms.
Now my veins drag like rusted chains underwater.
My eyes—fogged mirrors—
forget the shape of morning.

[Salem_era1💞 @Keoon_3]

Memory Loss

They came dressed as lanterns in rain,
cupping small fires between their palms.
“Rest here,” they whispered,
like harbors calling to a ship split open by storms.
Their voices were blankets stitched from borrowed sunlight,
soft enough to make winter kneel.

[Salem_era1💞 @Keoon_3]

Wowwwwww🤭 I am so excited to announce that I am now a Cowrywise Campus Ambassador in my school🎉. You should check it out here https://t.co/yC7HyNMlHO 👈🏼 (and ensure you register) 🤭

Thank you so much
@cowrywise

[Salem_era1💞 @Keoon_3]

If we plan something and when it’s time for execution you bail out

I won’t get mad
I won’t make you feel bad
I’ll execute it alone

But don’t ask for the next line of action though