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Naked Branches Still Bloom!
Naked Branches Still Bloom!
I have no words except to say that my mind is a forest fire engulfing the thoughts daring to bridge the surface and my hands struggle to cling onto the words my heart desperately wishes to utter. This year, I wrote everything and nothing at the same time, I journaled or at least attempted to journal but at some point, I lost motivation and drive to write my thoughts or how my day went. I asked…
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Being A Youth Is Not A Crime #EndSars
For five days and counting, the Nigerian youths have rallied in massive groups in different states of the country protesting against the inhumane and vicious harassment, illegal detention, extortion and execution by the SARS Officers. In case, you haven’t heard about SARS before I will give you a rundown of how they came to be and why they are a threat, you can also read about it here.
How SARS…
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Being A Youth Is Not A Crime #EndSARS
For four days and counting, the Nigerian youths have rallied in massive groups in different states of the country protesting against the inhumane and vicious harassment, illegal detention, extortion and execution by the SARS Officers. In case, you haven’t heard about SARS before I will give you a rundown of how they came to be and why they are a threat, you can also read about it here.
How…
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The Fallacy: Nigeria's Independence
The Fallacy: Nigeria’s Independence
Today’s October 1. The alleged Independence Day of Nigeria.
The streets would have been laden with hopeful and excited citizens in their green-white-green regalia, with possibly painted faces and a flag or two in hand, if hunger wasn’t the order of the day.
The citizens would have danced to the eardrum-bashing music blasting from the worn-out speakers hoisted on accident-prone rickety…
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Dear Black Girl-Woman, It Was Never Your Fault (1)
Dear Black Girl-Woman, It Was Never Your Fault (1)
Today I stumbled upon the book I used to create my blog posts in 2017 and 2018, inside I found a blog post that should have been published by now. It was about Elizabeth Ochanya Ogbanje, the 13-year-old girl who was raped consistently by her guardian, Mr. Andrew Ogbuja and Victor, his son, for five years. She developed a vesicovaginal fistula as a result of the abuse and was fighting for her life…
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The Crime, That Is, Womanhood
For the past five days, I’ve been struggling to write this blog post, whenever I open my laptop to type, my fingers start shaking, my breathing becomes laboured and my head begins to pound louder than before (just like it’s pounding right now). Since May 25th, we have been bombarded with incidents of abuse and violence, ranging from the brutal murder of George Floyd at the hands of Derek Chauvin…
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Today is a day to remember our fallen heroes, our uncles who we never got to meet, our brothers who the war snatched away from us, our sisters and mothers who wept in pain and suffering as they bid their loved ones farewell, not knowing if it was their last time together. A day to remember the unrecognizable bodies in the battlefields, scattered and shredded to bits by explosions. A day to remember the bodies of loved ones who were never brought home, the ones who left home and never returned, the ones whose stories could never be completed, the families that were torn apart, the children weeping the streets clothed in hunger and agony. When we carried our lives in baskets atop our heads, in search of a home outside of home. When we counted our fallen like sand on the shore, ashes, blood, sweat and tears.
A day to remember our history. A history they tried to strip away from us, a history not taught in schools or in full, a history they branded nonexistent, terrorist and unwanted. A history spoken in whispers, a name called with dread “Biafra The Land of the Rising Sun”, a flag we can not fly, a history hellbent on being silenced and buried. A history they filled with so much bloodshed, we wish to not repeat.
It has been fifty (50) years but we still remember, the tales of your bravery are passed down from generation to generation. We shall never forget your sacrifice for a cause you believed in. Today we honour your memory, we say Echezona mana Ozoemena.
To The Unsung Heroes (Echezona mana Ozoemena) Today is a day to remember our fallen heroes, our uncles who we never got to meet, our brothers who the war snatched away from us, our sisters and mothers who wept in pain and suffering as they bid their loved ones farewell, not knowing if it was their last time together.
Stop raising patriarchal sons and daughters (IWD2020 EachForEqual).
Most of the men we complain about every day were raised by women who ingrained these ideologies of women being their slaves and being held accountable for even “their” own actions. If we truly wish to live in a society that upholds equality for all genders, we should educate the girl child and especially the boy child about it FROM BIRTH.
Yes, men do some dumb stuff, act lazy, but who lets them…
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I Could Tell You A Story (Celebrating Easter)
I could tell you a story about rejection of shattered hopes and loss of attention of a budding girl-woman who thought she knew better
I could tell you a story about depression of suicidal thoughts and daunting suppression of a bathtub filled to its brim and a girl who couldn’t lay underneath
I could tell you a story of addiction of ravenous homosapiens and distorted emotions of shadows lurking in…
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Were You Broken By The Arrow of Silence?
“Most children in my vicinity, myself inclusive Lost out in experiences and social discussions Filled with low self-esteem, we shrunk themselves Trying to fit into mini boxes crafted by our parents While our inquisitive lips were sewn shut With the threads of our unspeakable culture And our bubbling minds were struck dead By the recurring arrows of silence”
Art by Unknown
As a young girl from a typical…
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Not A China Doll Nor Who Society Says I Am
There’s something about movies that marvels me, it’s like reading a book or a poem, delving into the mind of the creator, seeing as they see, behind every tear shed or laugh heard, there’s a lesson, fictitious or not.
The most recent movies I’ve seen taught me a lot of things, like I said before I judge movies rather quickly cliché or not, but the movies I watched recently proved me slightly…
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A Change Of Heart (Give Love This Christmas 🎄)
We all want to love and be loved, we all want something out of this life, something fulfilling, something that convinces you that truly you’re accomplishing your purpose for this life. Maybe this line of thought is what prompted me to write this piece, I’m not sure but I guess we’ll find out.
I’m not someone who sees Christmas movies, I feel they’re cliché and predictable (well except, A Nanny…
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This Is Just The Beginning (The Market March Yaba)
Wow. It’s been so long. It feels so good to be here. How have y’all been? Ohhh. I missed you guys.
Okay, so on Saturday the most amazing thing of the week happened, do we know what it was? *drumroll!!*
#MarketMarchYaba yes that’s it. I wasn’t there but the responses, stories pictures and videos I saw on Twitter and IG, gave me jingles in my spine and brought tears to my eyes.
It was glorious!!!
He…
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A Blooming Orchid (International Day Of The Girl Child)
In the innocent minds of little girls Are big dreams and aspirations Beyond your wildest imagination
Of peace, freedom from oppression Of equality, not chivalrous dungeons Built by vulturous patriarchy
Desires to learn and be taught How to love themselves unconditionally And not belittle themselves because of society’s idiotic standards of beauty
She deserves the right to express herself In…
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No More Excuses (Dealing With Procrastination)
If I had a brick for every time I’ve said I’ll do it later, I’m pretty sure I’d own a fully furnished apartment.
This post was initially scheduled for publication on the 1st of May but as you can see, today is 19th of September 😥.
I’ve been prey to this line of thought for so long, at some point it became natural to say ‘there’s no time right now‘ whenever there was a daring task to perform. As…
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Honouring Strong and Beautiful Women (Women Crush Wednesday)
Honouring Strong and Beautiful Women (Women Crush Wednesday)
To be very honest this post was supposed to a MondayMotivation but procrastination kept my eyes glued to the new novel I’ve been reading. So I changed it to my first WomanCrushWednesday post, well women cause I’m honouring four beautiful women today.
From the third week of August to Sunday, 9th of September, I judiciously watched, live from my DStv, the amazing US Open 2018 tournament that held…
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A Letter To Our Bleeding Souls
Dear Bleeding Soul,
I know you are hurting, these thoughts of great magnitude are too much to bear. This feeling swirling inside you, like moths dancing round a flame, feeding on your sanity, draining your strength. The void engulfed by the salty stream flowing from your reddened eyes. That black hole inundating everything within reach, a fire in your bones razing the forest of your soul. This…
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