Prompt: Jan 16 Toot Your Horn Most of us are excellent at being self-deprecating, and are not so good at the opposite. Tell us your favourite thing about yourself. CAUTION: This is not fiction. My name is Adeboro and I am growing. I have sat to think deeply about this prompt. I have looked at myself, from my physical appearance, to the my complex-simple mind, to
Dear Jude, This is the 365th letter I am writing to you. I have posted none of them because no one posts letters anymore. Okay, maybe they do – but not in this sense. Even if I wanted to post the letters to you, I do not have an address to send them to. I am writing these letters and keeping them in an Indomie box under my bed. Sometimes,
Today’s topic is actually ‘The stranger’. Enjoy! Hey stranger. If I walked past you, would you turn like any stranger would? Or would you keep your neck straight because you’re trying hard to be a stranger? If I called your phone, would you pick up and say ‘Hello good day who am I speaking with?’ Or would you watch it ring out because you’re trying hard to be a stranger?
*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
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
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
How did I get to be in this place, at this time, for this reason? We are about 6 girls now. We are basically girls. The oldest of us would probably be that girl sitting at the far end of the bench opposite mine, reading a Joyce Meyer book (very inappropriate for the moment except she’s desperately looking for some conviction and last minute excuse to get out of here).
‘Praise to the Lord, who hath fearfully, wondrously, made thee! Health hath vouchsafed and, when heedlessly falling, hath stayed thee. What need or grief Ever hath failed of relief? Wings of His mercy did shade thee.’ This is an excerpt from my favorite hymn ‘Praise to the Lord’. Singing this hymn yesterday reminded me of an article I wrote a long time ago. I re-read the article and I still