Dio Treasure Bafuere

Thank you AFRICAN POETRY GIANT

Nigeria is bleeding because we refused to talk about the things that matter and focus on the distractions created for us

Realitypoet 🥰

I am the word weaving tool
and I do not mine for gold I speak words into being.
They call me the Realitypoet
because I take what hurts, what heals, what haunts and hunts making it raw and humanly
giving it a pulse on my pages

I am not here for pretty lies.
I write the morning after the breakdown,
the quiet courage it takes to try again and again
the truth most people swallow I speak
My pen is a shovel and a sanctuary.

Some days reality is heavy in my hands other days it stares scary into my soul
but I am a Treasure, and I was named for what I carry named for Faith and hope maket alive
I dig through grief, rejection, joy, loneliness laughter,doubt, faith and patience
and pull up verses comforting and worth keeping.

I am not finished. I am not fearless.
But I am honest. I am here waiting in faith
And as long as breath meets paper,
I will speak through my pen
the Realitypoet will speak.

Dio Treasure Bafuere

My convocation 🎓 ceremony

UNAPOLOGETICALLY YOU: EMBRACING BODY CONFIDENCE

By Dio Treasure

Let's Be Honest, Shall We?

Good day, my beautiful, fleshy, fully-loaded and endowed sisters.

Have you ever entered a room and immediately started calculating if your body will pass between two chairs like a bus trying to maneuver between two keke in a hold-up?
Have you ever laughed loudly, then suddenly stopped because someone looked at your stomach like they were watching Nollywood horror suspense?

Yeah. We've all been there.

But today? Today we are throwing that energy into the pit of hell where it belongs.

1. What Does "Unapologetically You" Mean?

It means:

· You eat that jollof rice and fried plantain without explaining to anybody that "you'll burn it tomorrow."

· You sit on that plastic chair and pray it carries you, but you don't apologize for your size if it creaks. The chair is just weak. Simple.

· You wear that ankara gown now. Not when you lose 15kg. NOW.

Being unapologetically you means:

"I didn't ask for your opinion, and your opinion doesn't pay my rent."

2. The Great Stomach-Hiding Mission

Let me talk about something we all do but never say out loud.

Sisters, how many of us have, before a wedding or a party, tied our stomach with different materials? Wrapper, shaper, zip-up, rope, even lace on a bad day, just to make it look smaller?

You will spend 35 minutes in front of the mirror, sweating, pulling, tucking, cursing and praying. You will tie so tight that breathing becomes a luxury. You will tell yourself: "If I can just look flat for these 4 hours' mission, it's worth it."

Meanwhile, you are:

· Sipping water carefully because any liquid might burst the whole setup
· Laughing in short breaths
· Sitting like a statue because bending is not an option
· Quietly dying inside while smiling outside

And for what? To please admirers? People who will look at you for 2 seconds and then go and discuss somebody else's Problem?

My dear sisters, let your stomach BREATHE.

That pot belly? That soft, round, glorious stomach of yours? It took years to build. Years of:

· Late-night noodles
· Constant Diet Soda
Pizza and shawarma
· Sunday rice and stew
· Life's stress and sweet moments combined

It is not a mistake. It is an history. It is living proof of the decisions of foods you have eaten and survived this hard Country.

Love your new rounded pot. Or at least stop punishing it with ropes and zip-ups.

Here's the funny and scary part:
Imagine you faint at that occasion because you cannot breathe properly. They will rush you to the hospital, remove that beautiful dress of yours… and be shocked at the different building materials you employed to deceive them about your stomach.

"Ah! She used wrapper, shaper, AND rope? Which kind of construction site is this?"

Don't let your obituary read: "She died beautiful but couldn't breathe."

Let your stomach be free. Be unique. Love it for what it is.

3. The Real Problem: No Toll Gate at Your Mouth

But let me be honest with you, my sisters. Very honest.

Our major problem is NOT our beautiful endowment. Never was. Never will be.

The real problem is that many of us have refused to put a toll gate or custom duty check point at the entrance of our mouth.

Yes, I said it.

We are so open to eating everything – even when the stomach is screaming "DANGER! OVERTAKING! CONTAINER FULL!" – we tell ourselves:

"Ah, the next available food will find a compartment somewhere. There's always space."

The moment we see food, we are AVAILABLE. Morning, afternoon, night, 2am – if the food calls, we answer like it's a bank alert.

We have even named ourselves "foodie" just to satisfy our craving more than a pregnant woman with triplets.

My Sister, a pregnant woman will send her husband to buy one thing at 3am. You? You will enter the kitchen yourself, open the fridge, and start negotiating with last night's leftovers like they are your lawyer.

"Just one more spoon. It won't hurt. The pot is almost empty anyway. Let me help you finish it so it doesn't spoil."

Who are you helping? The pot? The food? Or your stomach that is already begging for mercy?

The inability to say NO to another meal – immediately after finishing one – has great negative effects on our health.

Some of us have turned our stomach into a factory processing plant that cannot even take a break. No lunch break. No overtime pay. Just forced to work continuously 24/7, processing, grinding, storing. Haa ba na.

And the funny thing? The factory owner (that's YOU) keeps shouting: "More raw materials! Bring more!"

Meanwhile, the machines are overheating.

Let me tell you something, my dear sisters:

Loving your endowment also means healthy living.

You cannot say you love your body while you are drowning it in three portions of fried rice at 11pm, telling yourself "I'll start my diet on Monday."

Monday has come and gone 64 times. Monday is tired of you.

Many of us cannot say NO as long as food is involved. The food doesn't even need to beg. It just sits there, minding its business, and YOU beg YOURSELF to eat it.

My sisters, hear me:

Skipping that next meal will not take you to ICU.

Your body will not collapse because you decided not to eat that 3am Noddies. I promise you. The world will not end. The sun will still rise. And that Indomie will still be there in the morning if you truly want it.

But forcing yourself to have a "just one more spoon" taste – again and again and again – will eventually have you explaining yourself to a tired doctor in an emergency ward.

And that doctor has already seen 530 patients before you. He is not impressed by your "foodie" badge. He is just going to ask:

"Madam, what did you eat?"

And you will start listing everything from breakfast to your 2am snack like you are reading a University syllabus menu on nutrition course for an exam you have carried over the 7th time.

Don't put yourself in that position.

Put a toll gate at your mouth.

Make every food that wants to enter pay the price of asking: "Do I really need this right now?"

If the answer is no, close the gate. Simple.

4. Keep Fit – Even If It's Just Dancing in Your Room

Now, let me talk about movement.

That endowment of yours needs movement to remain healthy. Not to become small. Not to please anybody. But to function well.

You don't need a gym membership. You don't need to run like being chased by a mad man in the dream, or do strenuous walkout like you village people depends on it.

Just:

· Walk when you can. Even if it's from your room to the kitchen 10 times, or picking up the remote on the table in front of you instead of calling Junior who is upstairs thinking about his life to pick it up for you

· Dance in your room. Put on that old school Tuface or Timaya and shake what your mama gave you.
· Stretch in the morning like a cat waking up from a 12-hour nap.
· Take the stairs sometimes instead of waiting for the elevator that might not even work and you start binding hungry winches who don't even know you by name.

Movement is not punishment. Movement is celebration of what your body can still do.

Your legs have carried you through life. Your heart has pumped blood every single second without asking for thanks. Your lungs have breathed even when you were stressed.

The least you can do is take them for a small walk around the block.

"You are not exercising to shrink. You are moving to thank your body for showing up every single day."

5. The "Sorry" Disease – Cancel That Subscription

As Nigerians, we apologize for everything.

· "Sorry I'm fat." – For what? Did you steal the flesh?
· "Sorry I finished the meat." – It was in your plate!
· "Sorry I can't fit in your car." – Maybe your car is small, have you considered that?

From today, cancel that subscription. The only "sorry" you'll say is:

"Sorry, I can't shrink myself for your comfort."

Or better still:

"Sorry, my confidence doesn't send your papa."

6. Our Nigerian Reality: When Everybody Is a Body Expert

Ah, Nigeria. The land of hustle, humidity, and unsolicited body commentary.

You walk into a family gathering. Before you even say "Good afternoon, Ma", your auntie has already scanned you from head to toe like a POS machine accessing card balance.

Then she drops the classic:

"Ah ah! See ooh! You've added weight o! What is your secret?"

Secret? Madam, the secret is rice, fufu, beans, and the fact that life is hard. Leave me alone.

Then your uncle joins:

"When will you slim down? You used to be so fine…" as if he holds a PhD in human anatomy

Wait oh. So I'm not fine now? Because I have more flesh? Are my bones missing?

And let's not forget the neighbour who calls you "Biggi", "fatty bum bum", simply because she forgot your actual name after living next to you for 12 years.

Smile. Nod. And mentally delete their opinion. It should not hold your waters.

7. Confidence Is Not a Size

Have you seen a plus-size woman walk into a wedding reception in a beautiful glittering gown, fan in hand, gele sitting like a queen, and every head turns?
That is confidence.

Confidence is looking at yourself in the mirror and saying:

"This body has carried me through Lagos traffic, down to Police check point who think a swallowed an exhibit because of my endowment, to Aunty Amaka's insults, and three rounds of suya mixed with shawarma and stepped down with soda. I am a warrior."

And then you spray yourself like you just won an award.

8. Dress the Body You Have (Not the One You're Waiting For)

I hear this often:

"I'll wear that dress when I lose 12kg."

My sisters, by the time you lose 12kg, the style will be outdated. Wear the dress now. Take the picture now. Post it now – without shaper if you're brave.

Life is too short to keep waiting for "one day." One day might not come. But your body? It's here. And it's beautiful.

9. Relationships: Don't Settle for "Manageable"

A sister told me once: "I'm with him because at least he doesn't call me fat."

Wait oh. Is that the standard now?
Not love. Not respect. Just "he doesn't insult me and call me by how I look"?

Sisters, you are not a spare tyre. You are not "manageable." You are not a project someone tolerates until they find something "better."

The right person will rub your back, buy you two portions of pounded yam and assorted without side eyes, and say "You're glowing today" – not "You're glowing… but you know…"

Don't settle for "at least". Settle for "wow, I love every inch of you."

10. Mental Health: The Quiet Struggle

Nobody talks about this.

Sometimes you laugh with your friends, but at night you cry because you feel "too much."

Sometimes you avoid parties because you're tired of the "Eh-hehn, you've added!" comments.

Sometimes you just want to be left alone to eat your noodles and swallow your fufu in peace.

If that's you, hear me:

You are not alone. Your body is not your enemy.

Talk to someone. Join a group of women who get it. And please, be kind to yourself.

You didn't become big overnight. You won't heal overnight. But you can start today.

11. Rewriting the Narrative

Dear sisters, let's start reorienting ourselves.

Society says: "Be less."
We say: "Be MORE."

· More confident
· More expressive
· More joyful
· More visible
· More healthy

Take up space. Speak up. Show up.

Because the world does not need a smaller version of you.
It needs the full version of you.

CONCLUSION: Your Unapologetic Declaration

Repeat after me (out loud, even if your neighbour thinks you've gone mad):

"I am unapologetically me.
I embrace my body wholeheartedly.
I will not tie my stomach into a construction project.
I will breathe freely.
I will put a toll gate at the entrance of my mouth.
I will eat what my body needs, not what my stomach screams for at midnight.
I will move my body – even if it's just dancing in my room.
I choose confidence.
I choose health.
I choose joy.
And if anyone has a problem with that…
They can respectfully go and hug a Transformer, even tho Nepa will disappoint me." 😄

Always stay bold. Stay big-hearted. Maintain your endowment. Finally, stay unapologetically free.

Thank you.
First delivered: April 2026
© Dio Treasure, Supreme Sisters Network. All rights reserved.

Happy Easter celebration
Hallelujah Jesus Christ is alive

Good Friday ♥️

Oh what love that he has towards me
He was bruised for me
Cursed for me
Pierced for me
Beaten because of me
Broken and bled for me

Towards man there's non love greater than this
The son of man goes as it's written
No sacrifice more than this
The father willed and the burden rested on him heavily

Today am washed and redeemed
Because he was bruised for me
Beaten and bled, pierced and the river of life flows through his veins and marrows
Flesh turned to a pool of salvation
The only blood that cleanses iniquities

It's good Friday demonstrating the goodness of God towards humanity
It's good Friday because Jesus paid the price for all mankind
It's good Friday the day I was bought
Jesus Christ is showed me what love is truly !

Dio Treasure Bafuere
Dio Treasure

Focus on the enemy within
The common demon is you
The goal hater is laziness
The dream killer is laziness
The mediocre is inconsistency
Procrastination is the real enemy
He's a silent killer a poison that takes decades but surely kills it's friends

Focus on the enemy within
Hey wake up early take a walk around the city walls glance through the journals the dailys are opportunists carriers
Don't slumber away the hours
Time isn't your friend the tides always move
Awake and be vigilant all day

Focus on the enemy within
Keep shut, zip up don't spill your milk
Keep shut eat don't tell catch and don't throw away your hook
Keep shut winning sometimes begins with silence
Focus on the enemy within change that routine
Dream big, keep dreaming big but act daily
Focus on the enemy within and fight the attitudes win the battle over self !

Dio Treasure Bafuere


But I did two hair styles 😒in one 🤣

Happy mothers Day!

To I want celebrate myself and the incredible woman am becoming daily
That girl in the hood who strives daily
That Creek girl child who rent her voice
The amazing gate girl tides always hum

I want to celebrate my amazing mother's
Ode to my granny and mom
Who left early but lives on
Ode to my coach and teacher who moulded virtues into me, the one who inculcated discipline into my being

Ode to the woman who thought me contentment
Mama your lessons have kept me striving daily without being pressured by sociatal trends

Ode to the woman who thought me hard work
She who teaches me how to earn money, work for money, add and multiply money, y'all are no more but am grateful for the time spent with you and the lasting impact on me !

Happy mothering Sunday to me and my mother's

Dio Treasure Bafuere

Beauty on the depths

To the water woman
‎Are you a legend ,myth or truth
‎How do you live in-between realms
Why are you attracted to the outer spaces
‎Why do you love the sons of men
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Dio Treasure Bafuere
Realitypoet

Valentine ❤️

‎Love is patient
‎Love is kindness
‎Love is peace
‎Love is sacrifice
‎Love is long-suffering
‎Love sometimes means fight and keep pressing on with faith
‎Love means never giving up on someone
‎And that's a replica of the saviors love towards humanity
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‎And love is not boastful
‎Love is not envy
‎Love is not jealousy
‎Love doesn't discriminate
‎Love does not hate
‎
‎St Valentine represents love
St Valentine potrays sacrifice at the detriment of his life
‎Earth wails but heavens gains
‎St Valentine examplifys selflessness,
Valentine means standing up on your beliefs doing what is right before God even when the world system frowns at it
‎It means giving to God, pleasing God respecting heavens order of things

‎ love is God and God is love

‎Happy St Valentine's day
‎Let the love of God pierce into our spirit, soul and body

Dio Treasure Bafuere
Realitypoet 🥰