The way I touch my body

…and most books I had picked from that gallery described women as sexual beings as nothing else but idols. I insulted my thoughts for buying into the idea that it could be, I withdrew from reading such naive praises. Let me teach you the ways I arouse myself. The ways I’m locked in, soaking my…

Clingy girl problems: 5 main problems

Picture gotten from-Pinterest Clingy girls often wonder how girls that spend weeks and months away from their men survive. Other times they question why some girls that claim to be in love are so attached to privacy. How these other girls don’t talk about their men to their friends or even family, they ponder on…

Blogging series 6: Never have I ever

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…

Blogging series 6: Public appraisal

by Emediong Etetim In the world where your life is being judged by your online content, where you do not have an interesting day if it isn’t posted on snapchat or your style sense isn’t on par if you do not have a crisp photo on Instagram showing off your latest designer purchase. It is…

Blogging series 4: Forest of Promise

by Aiidee Sinclair I was on my way to Bonny Island to see a relative. We had boarded a ship and sailed off. After about 35 mins we heard fired gunshots.¬† Picture gotten from-Thailand “what is the problem?” I asked one of the cabin crew.” our ship is under attack by a group of gangsters…

Necessities of a less active blogger

As there are more people who blog part-time and during their leisure than those who blog as a full time job, there are essentials that can help you post whenever you’re ready, if you’re one of the former. Not necessarily blogging after 6 months or a year but frequently as it keeps you engaged with…

Yellow

In memory of a sweet moment adopted by a black naive girl. Picture gotten from-Blackandyellow I can’t write from much happiness as the moment is always too overwhelming. Praises upon praises of self gratitude and understanding of one self beyond spaces meant for queens. As for those who fought wars they always won in places…

Purgatory

A poem of thorns pinned on bed of roses Picture gotten from–Electricshadow The growth of fear began in guilt, well polished and hidden by lies. Only those who feel for you, read meaning into your choice of how you wish to pray. Sacred. I met a stranger, I met her lost in thoughts of how…

Surviving May June

In all, pleasure sorted itself out in dark corners. I had promised my failures that we wouldn’t cross paths again. My timetable never said otherwise. I lost the weak ones. Those who couldn’t keep up with the wind that came after my very own air. I lost friends, made new ones, met him and kept…

The missing notes in our tongues

..he made mention that he was the kind of man he thought every other woman needed. Picture gotten from-DailyMail I hated surprises, especially romantic ones. The exact words to let out was my fear. Fear of you feeling less appreciated or screaming out the exact words you needed to hear boldly, which could make me…