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Our Last Break-Up

Sooo… you know how when you’re on Pinterest one thing always leads to another? I stumbled upon (no rivalry pun intended) a very short book on writer’s prompt written by Brian A. Klems & Zachary Petit. A writer’s prompt basically comprises of writing ideas for writers who suffer from writer’s block or those who just want to get creative. It’s 14 topics for two weeks. That is, one topic per

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Fatigué

*This is what happens when you’re stuck in traffic in the night and you still don’t feel tired. Thank you Lagos, for the inspiration!* I’m tired of being so strong I’m tired of being sure of everything I’m tired of not being confused I’m tired of getting over people faster than it takes me to love them I’m tired of blinking twice in the mirror and getting rid of the

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Red Means Hot

I am a literature teacher in a deceptively tacky school. I don’t care much for my job and trust me, my job doesn’t care much for me. The students I teach? Average. Okay English. Okay Diction. Okay willingness to learn. Just Okay everything. Sometimes, I think my average unprogressive life might actually be rubbing off on them. But hey, I’m not here to talk about my trials, tribulations, worries, sorrows,

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Stupid Boy (and girl)

You’re reading this in the voice of a flower. Do not panic. Or think you’re weird. Flowers are also living things. I sit here in a vase, serving as a centre piece on a table in a semi-fancy restaurant. On this beautiful evening, I have chosen not to think of all my worries; like the fact that I shall die this night when all the guests leave and would be

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Remember?

To whom it may or may not concern: I knew you when we were younger. Five years ago. I wish I didn’t. So, then I would not know how much you’ve changed. I knew you when your smile was still wide and free. Not this forced smile you do now; trying to keep all your teeth in your mouth. I knew you when you couldn’t raise an eyebrow. How did

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Pretty Nice.

I saw a shoe I loved today. But I had no money to buy it. Nevertheless, I have feet. I’ve got that going for me… which is nice.  Yesterday, my lecturer sent me out of class while she repeatedly said ‘useless and shameless student’. The whole class kept laughing because she has a lisp. I had that going for me… which was nice.  I misplaced my ATM card yesterday in

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…and you wonder.

You walk into your house quietly, walk straight into your room and you sit at the edge of your bed. The mess you made just before you anxiously went out on the date is just as you left it. You stand up, walk to the mirror and stare at your face. You touch your lips. They feel very swollen but they look only slightly swollen. You arch your eyebrows and

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Unsuitable Suitor

Trust me, the title has nearly nothing to do with the content of the story. I just really like the phrase – from Jason Mraz’s ‘Prettiest Friend’ It was like a joke, but neither of us was laughing. I was staring back into the eyes of the woman who I had so jovially conversed with, I had so often traded hair products with, so often shared secret heart issues with

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Bolu isn’t Gay… Indeed

When I was younger, I misconstrued a lot of things, and I grew up with a lot of misinterpretations. This was partly because Nigerians, generally, are sarcastic people and partly because I was a little awkward as a child. For instance, up until I was about 12 years old, I honestly thought the word ‘indeed’ meant ‘you’re lying’. Because, if I said ‘I’m serious, I didn’t do anything’ the reply

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AHMED

I wrote this last night. ‘It’s 1:25am and I’m awake. I’m up for two reasons. • My friend, Modupe, just woke me up with a call. • I’m plotting Ahmed’s murder. Modupe is my beautiful, unassuming best friend who would never hurt a fly. She is however married to an imbecile of a man; Ahmed. I have gotten countless calls like this in the past two years they have been

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