THE DYNAMIC HAJIA

  'Dear me, I will bestow you with happiness if you could win this', this was my vow to myself about six months ago after clicking on the 'publish button'. I have written over a hundred essays, but none I won. Well, not until five months ago when I received the most anticipated call of my life. I won the essay contest! I have always thought that winning an essay competition would trigger my adrenal gland to oversecrete its hormone. But surprisingly, I stayed cool even after receiving the message. I wasn't sad but I wasn't elated either.  Ever felt this way? Kindly share your story in the comment section.

  She cannot rule her world Her voice is too tiny to be heard Her body is too feeble to withstand the hurdles of life Her strength is channeled towards only one thing... procreation Lifeless is her time, it cannot exist Like a stick, her will can be bent She cannot even stick to a cognomen, her maiden name And like the lame, she settles wherever she's pushed Even the fame she claims is the product of her shame...her harlot#y In case she plays the game, tell her the win is for the gents Tell her men take the lead She has to be led All these are but words of the thoughtless So, let me tell you a story👇🏽   The story of Jane Austen, the one whom pen bleeds great words Maya Angelou, the Phenomenal woman Queen Amina of Zaria, the legendary queen Queen Moremi, the Messiah of the Yoruba Marie Curie, beauty with brain Let me tell you the story of Chimamanda, the writer of the nation Naomi Osaka, Asisat Oshoala, the queens of the pitch Serena Williams, the slam goddess Ngozi Iweala, O...

  On the 14th of February, my timeline was red; not bloody, but dripping with red emoticons and red boxes with cosy gifts. How sweet love is!  As I jumped from WhatsApp to Instagram, I grinned with excitement, the sight of love is so heart-warming! How much warmth will the actual feeling of love give? Dynamite, you will agree with me that everyone deserves to be loved, right? yeah, yeah, I received your positive response. What will be your reaction if everyday is declared Valentine's Day? Aww! sweet, but that might incur big-ticket expenses, right? Well, maybe not. What if I tell you we can share love without spending a dime?    As much as people hold dearly in their hearts the flowers and gifts, so also do the smile, care, warm hugs, beautiful words, encouraging messages, acts of service, and support linger in their memories. So dear, you do not have to run into debt to show someone you truly care. Of course, there are times financial aid is all a person needs, but ...

Fatima, Hadassah, Zaynab- Muslimahs The veiled damsels Your elegance dazzles Your radiance is a reminder of Jannah Your smile, a therapy You are the reflection of the Sunnah Dear Hijabi, you are a champ A queen in her queendom An epitome of modesty The star amongst women Sister, the crown on your head Is your wealth Guard it jealously Accept more, not less Do good, not bad Do not shrink to fit into your life Do not sink into your head their hate speeches Do not be lured by the flashy things Do not frown at- The 'Alhaja'- when your eyes haven't seen the Kaabah The 'Eleha'- when the ray of the sun still touches your face You are beautiful just the way you are Remember, you and not the Qur'an is read by them You are the ambassador of the Deen The model of the Sunnah The influencer of Modesty The invisible crown Is your pride Strength is your demeanor Greatness is your embroidery So, rock...my STARS IN HIJAB Thank you for reading. You can contact The Dynamic Hajia o...

  Welcome back! I did miss you. 🥺❤️ This is a #featuredpost and our distinguished guest, Ore-Ofe Oguntola (Cowry god), would be taking us through the rollercoasters of her life. Enjoy! TO BE A GIRL AGAIN- ORE OFE OGUNTOLA (COWRY GOD) I used to explain many things before, these days, I find myself having both deep and surface knowledge of everything yet I find it difficult to explain myself, and when asked, I tell people it is personal. I am gradually losing emotional attachment towards everyone and everything, it feels like I have gotten myself to the middle of a sea and I can't go back, I either swim or die. The feeling is mixed, I have joy that I have achieved all I wanted to achieve five years ago, and my new aims and objectives seem tough but I know they are achievable, yet a feeling of in-depth pain and loneliness accompanies me because I am still twelve years old. He was my best friend, I was 12 when he died, and till today, all I have sought in every of my relationship is t...

  Hey reader, welcome back to the blog. It's storytime!!! Let's begin with a conversation I had with my two-year-old niece last week; Me: Baby girl, put off your shoes. Baby Girl: These are not shoes. They are sandals. With so much bewilderment, I stood still and stared for seconds before bursting into laughter. 'This kid won't disgrace me', I thought. Is she too young to correct? Wait! I bet you don't even know she was WRONG. Huh! I'm from a place where all seasonings are called 'maggi' and toothpastes are referred to as 'maclean', I guess my dear niece does not want to join those who describe the integral as a specific subset(I'm not a mathematician, Lol), but along the shore, she mixed it up. The shoe is the common Crocs (see picture below)  I'm sure she had thought that shoes are specifically what covers the entire foot while sandals are partly opened at the ankle. But in the real sense, sandals are a type of shoes. She was WRONG ...

  In the large expanse of land, NIGERIA Rich in language; Yoruba, Igbo and Hausa of those in ZARIA Though of diverse culture, love they spread out with no BARRIER Amaka to Amina, 'your love plunges my heart, the passion-CARRIER' Tick-tock, the fertile land went DRY Politicians strike and away they cart with our SUNDRY The blessing bestowed on our LAND The sweat and work of our HAND The land of milk and honey is SOUR Our veggies...they DEFLOWER To them belong the POWER Oyinbo man converts our gold to TOWER Our fuel...from them we PURCHASE We own not even our MAIZE Stand up to them and the music you FACE These are but sorrowful DAYS Oh sons and daughters of the SOIL! The wait is OVER It is time we stood against our DEPRIVATION And roll out of our OPPRESSION Thank you for reading.❤️ You can contact Dynamic Hajia on: Email: dynamichajia@gmail.com WhatsApp : +234(0) 906 929 6704 Facebook : Khaddie Sunmola Instagram : sunmola_khadijat Twitter: dynamichajia