Too Many Friends Too Many Wahala by Mira Morah
Keep yourself going with this quote. Sometimes, we need people to direct us in life. “So many friends so many wahalas. The caliber of friends you have also matter.” Let me tell you a small story, if you want to listen to it anyway. I have a friend called Anthony Alaribe. Sometimes I wonder where he gets all his knowledge from. He seems to know everything about everything, he knows even more about literature than I do and he’s a programmer. (Come on! Not fair!) Every time I stay with Anthony, I learn a billion new things. I wonder if he ever learns anything from me (laughs). All I do is listen while he teaches me. This friend inspires me. So, do you have any friends who inspire you as well? Yours truly, Mira Morah.
WEAVERS’LEGACIES OF MADNESS AND CREATIVITY by Onyekachi Onuoha
“Everything we do in life echoes in eternity” Good afternoon fellow writers, it is lovely to be here. This is my second literary activity in Lagos for the past seven months, due to my fear of Lagos’ climate as it is embodied in its human activities. Considering the fact that I am a writer, I feel secure and privileged to comment on creativity, publishing and the prevailing literary temperament of the twenty-first century. Bear with me when you hear too many “I’s”, they represent premises of illustration and the end result of commitment and not necessary because I am egoistic, far from it my friends. I consider the weaver as a writer and there will be interchanged usages in this presentation. I am an introvert, though some of my friends may totally disagree. I exist more in the world of the imaginary than the physical. I am very secure in…
Here Goes Nothing by Tonia | An Adieu Memoir to My Social Media Love
MIRA SAYS: I was totally not minding my business a few days ago on Instagram when I stumbled on this fine fine writer. “I laid, silently watching, Waiting and listening. My eyes twitching As I eagerly awaited a response, “Been a while babe” I texted you And with every ring And text alert My heart skipped two beats In one second’s heat. I so badly wanted it to be you But all my anxiety and expectations Were simply dashed, Right into the kitchen trash. A friend asked, “Tee! why do you love him?” My response was: I just love him, Perhaps it took a spell to make it so But he keeps me burning, The flame I’ve lit, you see Can only be rekindled. He’s kept me at bay But I’m not just gonna stay away. Oh yes! This must now truly be madness For I have taken up the…
New Series Coming SOooOn
Nna, remember that piece Nten wrote about? The Writer’s Frustration? That’s literally me right now. I’ve never written any story series before and I intend on writing one today. Ehn, starting one tonight will be more tolerable and truthful. I don’t even know how to begin. I don’t even know what to write about. I thought I was going to write up to five pages of something before finishing my cup of hollandia but it seems like before I even started writing anything, the level of hollandia yogurt left had already reached the bottom of the cup. Oh well like Nten said, writer’s frustration. So stay tuned! Story series coming up real soon. I hope pushing myself to write this will shake off some of the holiday laziness I’ve been experiencing for the past … holiday period. Adios amigos! Hope you too are also doing something worthwhile with your time.…
THE PEOPLE OF CALABAR | Deborah’s Story
“My first encounter with the divine was special to me. I didn’t see heaven open up, didn’t see flying angels or see the hand of God. It happened when I got baptized with the Holy Spirit. I was young then, probably 11 or 12, at a Deeper Life Camp Meeting and the Officiating Pastor said we should begin to yearn deeply for the Holy Spirit and then led us in prayer. It was a few minutes into the prayer that it happened. I had this feeling that I was floating yet I knew I couldn’t be. There was this euphoria, unlike what I never knew, that was almost palpable and then I sensed in my heart I had obtained something. As I kept praying, what happened next was mind-blowing to me then: I could hear another voice praying with me and through me!” There’s no mirror around me but I’m…
My Guitar Story: How I Got My First Guitar by Tori Moh
My Guitar Story Breakfast. D–ner, with faith that Someday it’d be enough to get you. On this beautiful Wednesday, My colon weighed more, the notes multiplied, with a broad smile I told me “Tori, its time,” Though the price had been Buharified, I wasn’t even thinking of giving up, sake of say I needed you bad bad. Now that you’re here. Dear Guitar, My time and concentration I’ll give you, love and care will i show you, I’ll tell you all my secrets, even when I get another, you CRONY PRACTICE, will always be my first love. I’ll strum in response to what you say to me, and the conversation will never end…… Let the conversation begin! By Tori Moh
This is The Compelling Reason Why I Smile The Way I Do :)
Growing up people asked why I liked to smile the way I did. Upper gums visible, upper and lower teeth visible, cheekbones high and eyes almost squinting. So I thought it was bad to smile that way. I felt awkward every time I unconsciously smiled or laughed. “Mira you, you’ll laugh and open all your teeth, ” my friends used to tell me in secondary school—I’m laughing as I remember this. Then I made the mirror my home and began to practice How to Smile. I tried to smile without my teeth showing. I tried to smile and let only my upper teeth show while trying to avoid my gum from being visible. I even tried to smirk but ah! All these were a waste of time. The awkward feeling even became worse when someone told me how big my nose became each time I smiled. The agony! Why? Oh…
The People of Calabar
Rita’s Story “After 3 JAMBs, I finally got admission in 2009 but not without scourge from my dad. He threatened to send me to a College of Education if I didn’t pass that exam. In other words, that was my last chance to apply for medicine and surgery. My first year in Uni was mad fun. I wasn’t a fellowship person then, so I explored… I made friends, both good and bad, across all the 6 classes in the department (Year1-Year6). I spent most of my time hanging out with friends and watching movies and so ended up failing Physics in my first semester. Later on in the year, I got my second redemption in the faith after I came across the CMDA fellowship and I’ve been a devoted member ever since. Eventually, I wrote the Physics again and passed it.” She now turns to look at me. All the…
The People of Calabar: Sonny’s Story
“This was 2011, my first time in Calabar. I had come down for my upcoming post-UME exams and I was staying with my elder brother in the hostel, Malabor. I was walking down to the hostel using the Goldie/Mount Zion gate when I passed this crowd. There was this guy who was shuffling cards and people were guessing where their chosen card was.” At this point, he looks up at me and I swear, I could bet how this story will end. I think he reads my mind then he says, “Just wait, let me finish the story. “I was standing at the edge of the crowd and the person shuffling the cards… let’s just call him the hustler. The hustler looked at me and convinced me to try. I accepted. He gave me a very easy one. It was stupidly easy so I decided to try my luck and…
The People of Calabar: Faith’s Story
People of Calabar is a personal project of Sayyid Elabor. He believes everyone has a story to tell. So he runs, jumps, and sprints around Cali town, getting random people to share their stories with him.
Everyone always has an interesting, funny or inspiring story to tell. Your story could be someone’s motivation.
The People of Calabar: Annabel’s Story
“I’ve had lots of goofy experiences,” she pauses for a moment. With her eyes turned upwards in their sockets possibly trying to recollect all the memories. They stay this way for some time before a goofy grin cracks across her face. She continues. “It was 2014. My dad suggested my sisters and I should learn to drive. Then he mentioned he saw a driving school close to our house. The next day my two elder sisters and I went to the driving school to enroll. Personally, I didn’t think it was going to be so bad; I was actually looking forward to the experience of learning to drive and we began lectures immediately after enrollment. We started by learning all the traffic rules, signs and etiquettes of driving, you know… normal classroom stuff.” I could tell there was something exciting coming up because she kept smiling, and her smile was…
Flashback to My Exam Experience this Semester
When I woke up, my room was dark. I didn’t want to wakeup. I only wanted to keep sleeping, keep sleeping and have a ghost read for and write my exams for me. The time on my phone showed 3- something-a.m. Neither of my alarms had made me proud. Four more days hunnie, I tried to trick my lazy bones into getting up. I picked up my note on Survey of English Literature; I couldn’t read a single thing. I couldn’t understand. Not that I couldn’t comprehend, I just couldn’t understand. I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t understand what I was reading. The frustration set in, then the fear, and finally the tears. The course was a simple one, just a couple of stories and poems and analysis of texts, texts probably older than my ancestors. But notwithstanding, the fear was real. I flew back to the memories of my…
What Goes On In My Thoughts
Am I the only one that thinks I get it all wrong almost all the time? I know I can’t be the only one that feels this way. Like, where next? Am I right to miss this opportunity? Is it actually the right thing to do now? Some days, I wish I’d been born with an entire map of every decision and choice which I should actually make at every point and step in my life. Do you also notice how everything God doesn’t like is actually where we head towards? Then some days, I fear that I’m not dreaming big enough. I fear that education and reality are stifling my mind. Only exposing me to already established facts, but not to the unexplored terrains of the vast and creative richness of my imaginations. I know nothing so everyday I pray, Help me. It’s always what I ask Him, everyday.…