Last calls before home

The last seven years of my dear life I’ve spent moving, from home to an old city then to a reformed city and now waiting to run back to where it all began, home. I’ve moved from gain to gain, from love to pain to more love in all. It all seems like there is…

We are home-made

  Picture gotten from- Pinterest When we were born, we weren’t told of sisters. We had cracked lips that were dried by the christmas’ harmattans. If asked about fear we pointed at masquerades, sometimes, at our parents but never ourselves. We were used to being indoors, settling our inner fights with communion. You’d barely hear us…

Daddy issues

Picture gotten from-Pinterest There are three main things self-reflection may teach a patient mind: self-discipline, acceptance/openness and self-control. There are many ways people may choose to reflect which may either be loud or to the heart. We are greater than the things we say for ourselves. We restrict our abilities to only what our eyes…

Self-betrayal for my art

05:09am Picture painted by Abasido I’ve held grudges for mid-nights that refused to give me the right words, for ecstatic memories I needed to feel at times like this. Here’s how people who applaud the cracks and loopholes in my craft talk to me. Did you hear them? Did you see what I wrote about them?…

The magic in ‘first times’

I had an Asian friend who I had known for over a year leave me a goodbye note. On it, part of what she had written said “..it’s been a really great pleasure to have met you, my very first Negro friend”. To be totally honest with you, I had a rush of mixed feelings…

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…

The end between two ends

Picture from –Stock Illustrations I remember those early days, we trusted tomorrow so much that we lost touch of what yesterday felt like. We would light candles whenever it got darker in the evenings and mock each other’s unawareness of our native riddles. Some nights, the rain visited and I’d cuddle with the boys under…