It’s okay not to be okay.
Your reflection stared right back at you. Stoic pose, tired brown eyes and pale skin that had seen better days. The only sign of life being your lips that parted each time you said “I am happy”. You’d said it seven times already, you just have to get to twenty one and you’d be fine.…
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Pretend it’s an enticing title
It was the year I bagged the degree that at one point threatened to take my life, and the year I finally let myself be held. It was also the year I struggled to find my footing. Having stumbled time and time again, fallen and grazed my knee, God sent His blessings as if to…
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The thing about hope.
Hope is a good thing until it isn’t. For as long as I’ve existed, I’ve been told to keep hope alive. To believe that the challenges and uncertainty spiraling before me in present times are all part of a grand scheme, a bigger picture, a greater purpose and a profound success story. So when doubt…
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To quit or not to quit?
I quit. I packed my bag stuffed full of my favorite clothes and decided to leave. Enough was enough. I couldn’t stand it anymore, I just can’t look you in the face and tell another preachy lie. That’s why I’m quitting chronicles of a wallflower. When I started this blog I wanted to build a…
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Gratitude
Thank you. Thank you for clicking on this link whenever it appears on your screen. For reading these words and for making my effort count for something. I started this blog because I’ve always wanted to write, I’ve always wanted to tell stories that inspire, stories that make you feel seen, heard and challenged to…
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Healing and patience are lovers.
You sipped orange juice at the ball. Orange juice because there’s simply nothing more divine than the tears that the orange shed as you wring the life out of him. Orange tears? Pure bliss. The theme is white and brown for purity and reliability. There’s nothing pure about drinking orange tears though and nothing about…
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My man.Our man.
Sit a while with me dear friend, let me tell you about my lover. Our lover if I may. He’s unconventional, in the same manner that everything about me is. He excites me just as my fingers tingle whenever I write to you. He makes love to my mind. Slowly. Intentionally. With ease and caution,…
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Lies they told me (I)
They lied. I was 12 when they told me he came to a person thrice. “Just look for the dashing man in red” No other color but red. So I waited, I waited for the man in red and I found him first when I was 16. He came to me in the version of…
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How Should a Person be?
A person should know nothing of suppressions least you explode in a way that only confetti ought to.
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La beauté du lotus
Dear lotus, where did a delicate queen like you learn to grow a spine so tough.
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Chronicles of a 16 Year Old Wallflower
Dearest darner, You can’t pour from an empty cup.
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This is not a love story.
From the inner crevices of my heart have I written for you “a story about love”
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A CLAY TALE
I recently had a conversation with a friend the other day; natures very own clay (don’t ask questions) and he asked me to pass this message across.
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Un-forgiveness Trilogy pt.1
Dear Un-forgiveness,
Between you and I, you’ve done quite a lot. “Everyday for the thief, one day for the owner”.
Life; The Comedy
From the ink that flows through my veins do I present to you, “the comedy that is life”
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KINTSUKUROI
“whatever you think you’ve failed at will only be confirmed a failure if you let it”
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SHOEBOX
I have this thing where I can’t wear someone else’s shoes comfortably, its as if my feet know that they’re not home. If I can’t wear someone else’s shoes then what exactly was I thinking when I tried to live someone else’s life.
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To Fela; a man of the people
Dearest Predecessor, I’m sure you’ve been wondering what’s going on in your country, wonder no more for I have come to fill you in and satiate your curiosity.
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The Genesis
In the beginning was a wallflower who decided that her story needed to be told.
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