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,
Yesterday, I didn’t post any article because I didn’t write any. I remember picking up my phone to type a bunch of whatever came rolling into my head but I just dropped the phone on my laptop and rolled on my bed in extreme pain. Sometimes I’m not sure whether I’m in serious pain or I just have a low threshold for pain. Most times, I settle for: Pain is
Prompt: January 10 32 Flavors Vanilla, Chocolate, or something else entirely ‘For my birthday, I would like to have ice cream in 32 flavors’ she said weakly, as he sat by her hospital bed. He watched the nurse give her a shot of insulin and waited for her to leave the room. ‘Only 32 flavors eh?’ He said and pulled her cheek. ‘Yup. Only. I could take a
Hello!! So, this is the last article in my writer’s prompt project. The last 13 write-ups have been great for me. And even though at some point I started writing off-point, every single article I wrote taught me a lot about myself as a writer. But that’s story for another day. Tomorrow is Ola-Gamaliel’s birthday!!!!! I just want to use this medium to say a little about Ola/Gama. Gama is
Hello people.. Enjoy! Last night, I died. I felt the transition from life to death. I did not struggle. I did not want to. I came out of myself, felt my skin; it was cold. I looked around my room. My roommates were sleeping peacefully. One of them turned and opened her eyes. I thought she saw me. But she turned again and continued sleeping. I would miss my bunkmate.