Hey, Let’s play the most illogical game on planet earth! It’s called the ‘Blame Shame Game’. Follow me closely as I take you through its equally illogical rules. First, there has to be a victim of sexual violence. Now note that this character will not be a player of the game but the subject of it. Character should preferably be female, but can also be male. There has to
LOL! I was looking through my old mails and I stumbled upon this letter I had written on behalf of my friend, to her boyfriend in 2015. I was a self-proclaimed expert romantic-letter-writer and was, based on that, contracted to help wish her boyfriend ‘Happy Birthday.’ (I have excluded names and other information that may give clues about said couple). Enjoy! ______________________ ___ July 2015
I have always loved to kiss my son’s head ever since he was born. It was such an intoxicating thing to do; I would gently place my entire face on his little head and inhale deeply (sometimes, drops of baby oil will zoom their way into my brain – but I did not care). I would stay there and just breathe; inhaling his natural baby scent mixed with man-made products.
Just some days ago, I was talking with my friend Dayo, and we were gisting about how 2017 was. I was going on and on about how I had already started writing a depressing article about it and how I will not post such negativity on my blog, but will send it to him (because obvs, I don’t care very much about him). But then I went to church
… albeit with Lethargy A couple of months ago, I quit a good paying job simply because I was not seeing the proportional result of my input. This was not my first time of doing this. I have realized over time that I get super weary in situations where I cannot refer to a tangible outcome of what I do – whatever that is. In my head, it should
When I woke up this morning, I was almost certain today had to be my last day in the NYSC camp. The girl who woke me up, however, most likely believed that I had just spent my last night on earth. By the time I finally woke up and said ‘Huh?’, I could tell by the way she frantically shook me that she was getting scared. ‘Huh?’ I said ‘Boro,
Day 4 Imagine that your protagonist has just turned into a statue. Describe his or her thoughts. __________ 23rd July 2016 SUNRISE NEWSPAPER …where the sun never sets. WONDER – On the 22nd day of July 2016 at Iganmu bus stop, Magodo, Lagos, the strangest thing was witnessed by over 70 spectators including vendors and commuters in the vicinity. It was a fine morning in the Magodo area of Lagos
Day 3 Now send your character to his or her grumpy grandmother’s house for a visit. Write the scene of your character’s arrival. __________________ ‘If the mother of my mother is my grandmother What would it take to silence this old woman?’ Dodade wrote this and struck it out in his poetry book. If humans were chocolate, his grandmother would be a snicker bar – not only because she spends
Day 2 Think of three people in your life. Give your character the hair and laugh of person 1, the face and bedroom of person 2, and the wardrobe and mannerisms of person 3. This is your new protagonist. Feel free to give him or her any other characteristics you’d like. Give us an idea of who your character is by describing only the first 60 seconds of the character’s
Doing just book reviews has made me very lazy because I don’t have to think too hard or create something new – I just expound on what has been written. So when Debo, my brother, hit me up about writing prompts, I almost felt like it was a shade – although a shade I was happy to stand under. Guess who’s looking to be creative again! Me. Me. Me. Me!