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He lives in me

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Photo credit: Kanife Confidence

“Cheta, bring those bags inside,” mom said as she found her way into the house. I murmured and dragged my tired feet out of the car, having been sitting for over five hours. The journey from Benue to Umudim in Abia state was indeed a long one. 
We had returned to the village for Christmas; a yearly routine for us. We arrived earlier this year because we used the family car, not public transport. 

The sun had started to set and it was getting dark but we didn’t miss the opportunity of glimpsing the 'village'  sunset. Mom had confessed to never wanting to spend her Christmas in the city. To her, the village environment during Christmas was “heavenly.”

An hour after we arrived, Aunty Somachi; dad’s elder sister who was married in the neighboring village brought us some food. My heart leapt for joy because I really wasn’t  down to cook after the long, tiring trip. I just wanted to eat, stay on my phone, sleep, and get all the energy I needed for cleanin…

Growing pains

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Sadly, we are all selfish.
As much as we all encourage growth and whatnot, we still find it hard to accept that others have grown. We congratulate ourselves, we praise ourselves, we feel good about ourselves when we compare our intellect of years ago to the present time (at this point, it is no crime to be narcissistic). But we find it hard to accept that someone else has grown, not just any growth, but one that supersedes how we ever imagined.  For instance, a supposed mentor will preach growth constantly to a mentee, but will, in turn, find it hard to accept that growth when it comes. 
So many times, we mistake naivety for humility and growth for pride. We like people to live by our rules. Even parents want that same 2-year-old baby who answered to everything they stipulated to still be the 20-year-old adult. Somehow, they still want you to follow their precepts, beliefs and all without understanding that you have grown to have a life of your own even though they still preach “growth” …

Bress of Laiv

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Bobo loved bress. Everything that tottered on the chest gave him joy. Quick fingered he was for he pressed in public, at home, at work, in church. Bobo simply lived to press, and press he did. Flat, round, fallen, upcoming, black, brown, bleached; Bobo pressed all.
All bress soft and press-able the good Lord made them all!
Bobo also had keen sight—the superman kind of vision. He could spot bress from miles away. Yes, Bobo was good like that.
And though his friends warned that unallowed bress pressing and sighting would burst his bubble, sweet Bobo would sneer and say he expected a good many busts. He sure punned on the bust, lord knows!
Blessing was the baddest, bustiest bitch around. She had 'em gaddem bress that nodded at all bress lookers and made fallen soldiers rise in defiant attention. Oh, Blessing had it all! And so she caged 'em bress in a bra like two peas in a pod. Blessing liked the attention her bress brought, and the daredevils who were game enough to want to feel &#…

RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME

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1.I don’t have an English name (if you must ask why, ask in Igbo).
2.Not your regular human but I’m a Being (I’m not responsible for how you understand that).
3.“All-back” is my signature hair. Oh yeah! You read well.
4.I’m pretty sure God didn’t create me with honey or sugar but I ended up being sweet.☺️🀭
5.With all my intelligence and sense at my age, I still can’t differentiate between ginger and garlic. Ayi!!πŸ₯ΊπŸ™ˆ
6.I am not blind but I can barely “see” without my glasses. 
7.I would rather sleep than do Hangouts.
8.I love food. So much.
9.I hate being generalized.
10.I am too nice. You should employ me as your friend with daily salary. But please, have sense.
11. Onions is overrated. 😣 I will legit pick out onions while I eat (I don't need eyeglass for that one😁).
12. I am a baby–woman.
13. I need you to keep visiting the blog.
14. I want you to know that I love you and I appreciate your indulgence. Your comments and shares, I really appreciate.
It's been a wonderful journey with you…

BEAUTIFUL

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The year was 2026. It was a stormy September night. One of the worst ones young David had experienced. Lightning forked across the dark sky and the sound of thunder seemed to reverberate from one end of the universe to the other. The windows rattled as the the rains hit them ferociously. David, sixteen at the time, sat at his desk by the window of his musty room, peering into the darkness outside. A dim table lamp, provided the only light source in the otherwise dark room, just enough light for him to see the words in the textbook he was reading. He knew it was futile though. This was one of those nights he knew he wouldn't understand much. Lightning flashes illuminated the room for brief moments and if you were there, you would have spotted the old Burna Boy poster duct-taped to the wall, along with several movie posters and a huge map of the world with a big 'X' scrawled over it. 
By general standards, this first floor apartment he lived in, somewhere in mainland Lagos, j…

PERFECT DAY

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The back of my head itched as I raked my hands through my hair, trying to calm the mumblings in my head. I drove in dissatisfaction as my mind struggled to figure out why my day felt incomplete. There was something I was yet to do.
I was bothered. I’d done everything perfectly today except for one thing, which kept me restless. I woke up at exactly 5:30am, completed my official report at 6:00am, had my bath at 6:30am, and got ready for work at 7:00am. I ate breakfast by 7:30am, and got to the office by 8am.
I always had a complete day; doing my routines at the appropriate time without skipping any.
At 8pm, I was already on my way home. The car sped through the darkening day, its headlight flashing, warning the incoming traffic. I scowled as my grip on the steering tightened considerably. It frustrated me greatly that I had forgotten something. I took deep breaths to calm myself, my frustration mounting by the second. It was becoming a not-so-perfect day. My day wasn’t fulfilled. I n…

POEM - FRIENDSHIP

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I sailed as an island From the coast of euphoria Drowning in the ocean of self Risk taken, not perturbed by the cries of caution Journeying through the strangers' path of familiarity; A loner's escape route.
Void of expectations You came with friendship.
Tossed by the wave of insecurities By the storms of reality And the tides of mistakes But we sailed. This time, as an us-land, Not by the craftsmanship of a sailor But with "Values" as our captain Anchoring on our dreams On the cabin of togetherness Built with the plan; "two are better than one".
Friendship Beautiful cruise with loads of imperfections But we were never like the Titanic.
©agim_amaka