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…

Reaching

I may write for you. I may write for parts of you that were whole when you held on to the slips. Picture gotten from-Academichustler1975 I could ask when last you saw green, the colour, the scent, the pure green. When? I may choose to go on and rant about the look in your eyes…

Empty but still as beautiful

This is the way you found me. The profoundness of my honesty that you broke with all the pain you left unstitched. How pure my tears were until they began to drop with grains of my mascara. The forming of the old soul in me. Even as broken as I was with your reciprocation of…

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 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,…

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…