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 5: The spirit behind “I am”

by Marvel Augustine Picture gotten from- siouxlander In life you go through a conditioning process, it creates a mindset (habitual) overflowing with ‘I AM NOTs’. I’ll throw in more light here, take for example; as a young girl of nubile age but you seem to have a broken relationship always, you find yourself with the wrong men and…

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…

Blogging series 3: The fortress of our romance

by Vic-Sandra                                         Picture gotten from-Rominblack Words unspoken Eyes unrelated The quiet of the distance The distance between the space Her tongue rising only to fall Her lips parting only to sigh And her voice heard,…

A chronicle of the girl, the art and nothing

It was the outrage that came from her timid being that bored them all. Her overwhelming stream of emotions and reach for the presence not present. It  had sparked the uneasiness of the rest who couldn’t stand what they called “the girl”. They thought of her conversations as one filled with illusive poems and a…

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…

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,…

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…