Seahorses and Seashells

Monday, 11 July 2016


I had the words: Seashells and Seahorses stuck in my head for an unknown reason one evening about three years ago (as I’m a huge fan of alliteration in my writing and wordplay) and I was itching to make sense of these two words, to connect them somehow and form something beautiful that I could fall back to...something I could relate to. I had been listening to Wild Horses by Natasha Bedingfield a lot at that time too and it perfectly summed up my life at that moment.

Looking back now, I realize I wrote most of my poems at the age of seventeen. This was probably because I was just sitting bored at home after my Senior School Certificate Exams or because I always had this feeling of entrapment deep in my insides, confiding in my pen and paper (Microsoft Word) every night because that was the only form of expression I knew.

This is a poem for first steps and constant belief in your light.

This is a poem for letting go of the unrealistic idea of who you want to be and just be who you actually are.

First steps can be anything, no matter how little and that’s the most beautiful thing about it.

It could be looking in the mirror and deciding today that you appreciate those two monster pimples sticking from out from your cheek(—even if it’s just for that day and you plan to slap on some Benzoyl Peroxide on it after your night shower), trying out something completely different on the menu(—yes! Drop da chips!), accepting the fact that you are not a Kardashian, taking out time to actually figure out what you’re good at (the outcome might be more amazing than you expect), understanding that it is not always about you—that you aren’t the sun having humans as planets continuously revolve around you.

The words of Jesus reassure me when He said to us, “The light is with you for a little longer...walk in the light lest the darkness overtake you. Believe in the light while you still have it, so that you may become children of the Light.”

Seahorses and Seashells is a little something shy seventeen year old me put together but was way too mousy to share.

Seahorses and Seashells is my first step.








Seahorses and seashells

Seahorses and seashells,
I see horses, I see shells.
I see the horses running wild, running free.
I wish that was me.

Seahorses and seashells,
I see horses, I see shells,
I see shells at the bottom of the well.
The sun reflecting its rays on calcareous matter,
If only I could get this beauty on a golden platter.
I see horses, I see shells.

Seahorses and seashells,
I see horses,
I will take off my cloak and run wild, with no remorse.
I see shells,
Deep down the well I fell.
I will get this beautiful calcareous matter,
I will get this beauty on a golden platter.


-Chinenye Agbim















(Capturing Tarkwa Bay)
19 comments on "Seahorses and Seashells"
  1. We really need to collaborate on anything. Love verse 1 nd 3 or is it stanza, I forgot. Your pictures are so dope. *sigh*

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    1. Thank you love! Yaaas I'm looking forward to it

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  2. You just always get the nice pictures šŸ‘

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  3. Lovely pictures baby sis! Lovely poem too....you remind me so much of myself at 17!!! That's a very good age for trying to understand who you are and come into your own. Keep up this blog!

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  4. Lovely pictures baby sis! Lovely poem too....you remind me so much of myself at 17!!! That's a very good age for trying to understand who you are and come into your own. Keep up this blog!

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  5. Way to go Chinenye.I'm proud of you and I'm privileged to have seen this(thanks for sharing).God bless you .

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  6. Call it "First steps", Call it "baby steps"; whatever...You're sure on a journey and it's a bright one for you! Keep it up girl!!

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  7. Ahn ahn.

    You're now taking off your cloak and running wild.

    Running about with no remorse.

    Do your parents know this?

    Madamme poetic Justice.

    Seahorses and seashells,

    You've started playing with Calcium.

    You see horses, You see shells.

    You've started dropping Rhymes and Dropping bars.

    Making music on the blog.

    Daddy Showkey.

    Okay. Okay šŸ‘

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  8. This is really really nice btw. Keep it up. Team traffic. šŸ’ŖšŸ‘Œ

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    1. Lmaooo nebe! I officially CAN'T anymore! Thank you so much

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  9. Nice piece. Really like the poem.

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  10. Chi! Your word play is a hundred! Well done with this one.

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