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I Want To Be An Artwork

I want to be an artwork. No, don’t say: You already are. You were molded to this shape and size, and every part of your body was created thoughtfully. I already know that. When I say I want to be an artwork, I mean, I want to feel like an artwork. I want to live like an artwork. I want pictures to be taken not just of my face, but

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Kesha!

Did you guys ever have that friend in secondary school that told so many lies? Kesha was that friend.  She wasn’t really a friend; she was just someone I didn’t hate. At age 13, I was consumed by disgust for most of the girls around me. Too many boy-loving; attention seeking; empty headed girls. (Although when I look back, I realize I was also really dumb regarding some things) Anyway,

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Faint Memories of Oyin

I have only faint memories of my elder sister. They say we were both very close and that whenever I fell sick, they knew that she’d fall sick exactly one week after. We had three years between us but they say that we looked just like twins. In fact, I grew to be bigger than her as she had always been a frail child, destined not to live for long.

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Nduka

Prompt: 13 March Silver Screen Take a quote from your favorite movie – there’s the title of your post. Now write!     ‘If you don’t want a story told, it’s better to tell it yourself’ – Eli Gold, The Good Wife    Mr. Ndubisi’s house got burned last week, So did The Okafor’s two weeks ago. Everything comes out eventually, Nduka. I cannot tell you enough. You go around

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Adebosayo Odunlami – Fairytales

Prompt: 8 March Fantasy The Tooth Fairy (or Easter Bunny, or Santa Claus…), a fun and harmless fiction, or a pointless justification for lying to children.   Adebosayo is my sister. Yes, my elder sister. And as I expected, she set the tone and pace for the interview. It was a very on-my-toes interview. I had to have an opinion, I had to ‘make it flow’, I had to think…

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Jacob: The Burning House

Prompt:  Jan 30 Burning Down the House Your home is on fire. Grab five items (assume all people and animals are safe). What did you grab? My home is on fire but it isn’t burning. Or is it the other way round? It is burning but it isn’t on fire.  My name is Jacob and I’m running more miles/hour than I have ever run before. I do not even know

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Ode to Tales by Moonlight

Prompt: Jan 28 Ode to a playground A place from your past or childhood, one that you’re fond of, is destroyed. Write it a memorial.  In Memory of Tales by Pseudo-Moonlight Growing up, I loved to listen to stories. There were two immutable things by which I could be whisked away by any stranger and they were, Sleep and Stories. I would automatically open my eyes wide whenever anyone was

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Take Two or Me

Prompt: Jan 12 Take Two Run Outside. Take a picture of the first thing you see. Run Inside. Take a picture of the second thing you see. Write about the connection between these two random objects, people or scenes.   Outside… Papa! Inside… Mama in the kitchen… crying.   The hills are not such a pleasant place to write. But I have to. I no longer veil my face or

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Ngozi & Wale

This is the start of a new series called ‘Proposals’. It was inspired by my scary love/obsession for other people’s love stories. (BellaNaija Wedding website knows me by name!). Anyway, the stories in this series are purely fictional. And any resemblance of any of the stories to your present or future proposal is purely coincidental. 😀 Enjoy! How we met: By Ngozi If you’re a female photographer you’ll know what

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Got Away

It’s day 2! And the topic for today is ‘The One That Got Away’. Enjoy! I took one of my most life changing decisions years ago when I decided to volunteer at an orphanage. You see, you can read all you want about poor communities, abandoned babies, shoe-less children and the likes, but until you relate with these people, you might never know how it really feels. And even then,

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