Happy women’s Day

Picture gotten from-Figurative art To be here, to join hands and to murmur what it’s like to feel this way. To feel like a woman that I didn’t choose to be but of the nature that chose me. Here is to all the days and all the nights I stay with me, with womanhood thinking…

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…

Evidence: In My Own Skin

I don’t know what’s hidden behind your own pigment. As an individual, I can’t speak for your own representation, the way you want the world to see you, the way you choose to feel. Picture gotten from-BlackandWhite I use “I”. I use it because as a person, you are allowed what you are, your opinions,…

Poetic injustice

Grown, In sharp swords we wrote love songs In hopes we meet our pen pals. Picture gotten from-PinInterest Modern adults, Wailing and jumping in tiny wood homes The kind of music that rips the heart apart. Colours, Every mermaids’ kind of light whether true or not, it’s right.   Mogul historians that kept epistles, lost…

Supreme imitation

The only authentic idea there is, is ‘nothing‘ as nothing sprouts from nothing. Every new idea is a replica of one that hasn’t been made to exist (still in thoughts and minds of roaming people)  and also that which has already been made. Picture gotten from-Pinterest We talk about change. Ideas, perceptions, goals, theories, beliefs…

CHIDINMA

See translation below.   Abu m ihe  mbu, Abum ihe Chi’m si na mbu. Ogologo uzo ka’m jiri bia eba, ma anom, kwudosike na enye ekele. M na-agozi nwanyi nyere m aha mu, nne m, na-agozi kwa nwoke sochata obi’m, nna m. Mbge ufodu, ndi mmadu agwunaghi m ma ana m ahu nka na mgbu,…

Shout for a purpose #30

Miracles do happen, even in our own disbelieves they happen without signs. Ever heard of the story of a girl in a moderately populated middle school that asked for permission to use the loo during her English class? She got locked up by a faulty bolted door in the toilet and kept screaming and crying for…

Winter in Summer #16

It’s beginning to appear crystal clear, the bitter sweet feelings of a girl searching for more to herself. Sometimes I feel that there isn’t more, sometimes I just feel I push myself way harder to try. It’s a lonely walk but it’s a joyous one. People come and go, whispers sing and fade out. Still,…