by Dyna Ekwueme
Picture gotten from-Runningaway
–WRITTEN FOR THE THINGS AND PEOPLE I LUSTED FOR
Being vulnerable about my fantasies and sexual cravings for certain kinds of profane words and touch that emits all kinds of vibrations in my writing. Never have I ever been found writing about my wants for someone else, someone who doesn’t want me, someone who probably thinks I don’t exist. The hypnosis of my feelings, like a spree cursed by a god.
–WRITTEN FOR THE THINGS I GAINED FROM PAIN
The writer’s block I get every now and then, fleeing from my blog like I’m all about that busy life. I wouldn’t write about the long piles of unpublished posts in my draft which has me thinking “I’m not good enough for me”. The resits people don’t see but praise me for as a university girl. The pain and struggle behind it all tends to be hidden in what appears to be like “she’s doing okay” to you.
–WRITTEN FOR THE PEOPLE WHO NEED THIS WRITING
With self-obsessive writing blinding me, I fail to write for those who need their voices projected, for those who look up to words to heal them, for those who are not educated and need their tears sent to the government, parliament, leaders, charity organizations and philanthropic bodies through my writing. Never have I ever written enough for change, for love for others, for unity, for development and for substance of evolution.
Part 2 contributed by Emediong Etetim
–WRITTEN FOR THE LIFE I WISH I HAD
Everyone feels they understand the level of pain or frustration I’m in. To them, only my feet is touching the water. To me, only my head is above the water. Never have my words been understood but rather misconstrued. Now to live a life where it is okay to not have to explain myself at every turn is all I crave to have.
Disclaimer: This piece was originally written by me and part contributed by Emediong Etetim. No one else had contributed to this piece.
Dyna Ekwueme Copyright, 2016.