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!
Prompt: Feb 4 Ch-Ch-Ch-Change You need to make a major change in your life. Do you make it all at once, cold turkey style, or incrementally. I have lived the two sides of a coin. I have been the tail and then the head and because of this, I can tell you that change (coin pun highly intended) is hard to make at both sides. Living on both sides of
*Today’s topic is ‘American Graffiti’. When I saw it, I just thought to myself, ‘I should get a Nigerian themed writer’s prompt’. Maybe I’ll search for one. Or make one. But till then…* Enjoy! I don’t know much about graffiti other than the fact that it’s art. Somewhat forbidden art. Vandalism, they say, in form of art. Today, on my way to Obalende, I looked at the walls to get
I like to say to people that I’m hood. In fact, when Ezra recently told me ‘Hood Morning (that’s how we greet in the hood)’, I felt quite happily gangster. But I must say – I’m not hood. Neither am I gangster. Neither am I street. I like to believe that the reason I try to associate myself with being ‘tough’ is because I never really experienced hardship. I never
*This is a post written by and on behalf of my friend, Ralia… enjoy* My name is Ralia. And no, I’m not the sugar girl. I’m the fruit salad girl. I hawk fruit salad on Lagos-Abeokuta road; around Iyana-Ipaja. And I have a message to pass across to you all. No, I wasn’t born into a wealthy family whose wealth suddenly came crashing down when my father died. No, I