I Saw You
My mind was in its usual state, far away from my body. All I could think of was 12pm! 12pm and I hadn’t done my morphology assignment yet. I walked as fast as my feet could fly so I could catch up with my colleagues in the copying—sorry, resource room. I felt a gentle brush, or was it a pinch on my arm? I can’t recall. Then I looked back and saw a silhouette. You turned and smiled. My lips smiled but my brain screamed 12pm! Now, as I seat here, 2am, my mind in its rightful place. I am suddenly smiling. Smiling because I remember that I saw you. Written by Mirabelle Morah
What’s Life?
I’ve lived a good part of my life envying people. It was crazy back then you know, just wishing I could live their lives, wishing I could enjoy like they did, having low self-esteem. But all that ended a couple of years ago. The closest I’ve been to having low self-esteem of late, was yesterday, watching my in-laws do stuff, watching them behave fab! Anyway we were more fab in our own way. I’ve seen that there’s no use envying some other person’s life. Shet! Whys?! Everyone has problems. Yes it’s true I wish to live a better life but it doesn’t mean that I want to live in someone else’s shoes. No, not Michael Jackson’s, not Obama’s and most definitely not Beyonce’s, but mine. Everywhere and everyday people are hustling and struggling. I stay in my father’s house and complain about loads of stuff. “Life is about helping people…
Silhouette Eyes
So i kept on the sidewalk, the weight of the laptop bag that hung over my shoulder turned my walking into some kind of retarded dance step. I had been aggressively punching the keys of my Dell all day, so much that i had forgotten the basic role eating played in the cycle of life: My throat had become sore; a thick migraine excited my head and my stomach had gone numb- hunger was clearly haunting me. I decided that i was not in the mood to be squeezed into some retarded scrap of metal with tires with a set of three other random and sad people by these greedy, lazy Calabar taxi drivers, so i walked. I had not realized it was a Saturday until i saw how Atekong was lit up. Some fast-paced Nigerian song, with a very disturbing instrumental, in which the singer was clearly impressed by…
ASK THE PASSENGERS
This isn’t just another conventional book about a teenager. There are no fantasies (like Disney) here, no perfect relationships, life isn’t peachy at all. A. S. King brings us into the life of Astrid Jones just as it is.Astrid is a seventeen year old girl trying to find her way through life and has some difficulties defining her sexuality.She spends her time on a picnic table, sending love to passengers in airplanes all the time.For two years she has kept the secrets of her friends, Kristina and Justin, whose relationship is too good to be true.Astrid’s own secret comes out after the cops bust her and her friends at Atlantis, a gay bar, and her dad has to pick her up. This book only takes a few hours to read.Well-done to A. S. King for this book.
Why are we so afraid of talking about some issues?
I write this with very deep bruises in my heart, with profound sadness, sadness and any other synonym of sadness that can be used here. I recently read the story of Lotanna aka Sugabelly for people that know that story too, whether the entire story is real or faux it touched the very essence of my being that i could not just ignore the matter.Her story is like that of a realistically horror-filled American movie.I don’t need to be raped first to know that rape isn’t something of a joke. I am a Christian and inasmuch as i want to talk about Jesus so much i also want to talk about issues like this which many people in this ‘we’ country avoid or ignore.Sugabelly has been sharing the story of her rape for years but only now did we take her serious! When i read through the comments on her…
Fan-Fiction: The Adventures of Zahrah the WindSeeker
It was my sixth visit to the mythical world of earth. Nsibidi and I had always flown together to earth but that day I had decided to fly alone. I wanted to visit my new earth friend, Myra. Myra lived in the Southernmost watery region of the earth, in a little town called Cali and she was two years older than I was. Myra was a dada too, an earth dada girl. But there on earth being dada wasn’t seen as outlandish. No one teased them. Unlike in my planet Ginen where dadas were treated like the pox. Earth dada people couldn’t fly but like all dadas, they were wise and excelled in whatever skill they acquired. Earth dada people also had strange colorful eyes which when looked into, could make one tell the truth and do their biddings. Legend has it that every 500 years, a special earth dada…
Something I learned from MTV Shuga
I tell you, i am a BIG BIG fan of MTV Shuga. It’s not like watching Telemundo or ZeeWorld (trust me i detest those channels).MTV Shuga portrays real life stories which i can relate to.Yesterday, i believe i finished season 3 and got into season 4 — don’t worry a season has less than 10 super short episodes.Let’s take a look at a character’s life there:MALLY a.k.a Malaika: is a university student marrried to Nii. Mally doesn’t want to have babies yet, but her husband desperately wants her to. Everyday, he beats Mally blue black red and she can’t speak up, but her best friend, Sophie, knows about it and advises her to leave her husband.Now Sophie is a runs babe. Well, her life is pretty messed up and all. She’s fortunate enough not to get AIDS but her sister is not as fortunate as she, she gets pregnant and…
Child
He gently stroked the brown feathers of the bird he had justfound sprawling on the ground a few minutes ago. He hadfound it with a broken wing. While he rested his aching backon the pavement where he sat, the mighty Iroko tree wasbusy providing some good shade for him and his newfriend.“Child!” a shrill voice brought him back to reality. Giggling.”What did you call me?” He transferred the bird to his lefthand, using his right arm to prop himself up. His eyes lit upin anger. Another tantrum was about to erupt.”Did I say anything? I just said mommy is calling you. ”Retorted the shrill voice from the entrance of their home.It finally erupted.He stood up and gave the shrill voice a chase. When hecaught the shrill voice, he carerully tucked away the birdsafely into the pocket of his baggy jeans so he couldproperly deal with the nuisance.His hands cupping the…