Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie is one of Africa's most talented writers. Her prose flows, her words stay with you, long after you've read them and her characters are firm solid people with plethora of emotions. Here is a compilation of 12 quotes about race, love, feminism and all other things in between. 1. This one about… Continue reading 14 Chimamanda Quotes About Feminism, Race, Love & Everything In Between.
This is my attempt, To take my life back after two decades, To hold my own hand in the dark and walk this path alone. To stop pouring myself into bodies that are already full, To stop trying to hold hands with people whose palms are clenched into fists. This is my fling, To try… Continue reading This Is My Story.
I have heard a lot of people say that there is a level of hardship one needs to be successful. I think this is a mentality that needs to be disregarded. Why? It's pretty simple. If you think that it's necessary for you to "suffer" before you make a headway, you are likely to settle.… Continue reading Hard Work And Smart Work: Why Hardship Is Not a Catalyst for Success.
Remember when we were kids? How we used to talk about how we'd grow up, go to college, get a great job, marry someone beautiful and be happy? Someone should have told us, you know. That the world is not all that it seems to be and we should not hope for too much. Someone… Continue reading 7 Things Someone Should Have Told Us.
I want to say that I'm sorry but I'm not. I got tired of ploughing through life everyday . Pretending to be something I wasn't. I haven't left my room in weeks and nobody has asked me why. It'll be perfect if I weren't even here even. My phone never rings. Nobody cares. I have… Continue reading To Whom This May Concern; A Suicide Note.
Am I allowed to dream of you? Holding hands and talking loud When humans are asleep? My back to the wall, legs crossed Your arms around a pillow, Talking about how our days went And how we're looking Forward to the weekend. Am I allowed to think of you? As mine, belonging to me and… Continue reading Am I Allowed To Dream of You?
Death, cancer, short story, flash fiction
So he left on Friday, and I couldn't even get to say a proper goodbye. It's not like I'm not happy, I am. I am happy for him, happy that everything has turned out just the way he wanted them and that his efforts haven't been in vain. But I am sad. What do you… Continue reading Leaving Home Behind.
Does my calmness annoy you? Does it bother you? The way I can be so calm In the face of trouble? I'm not sorry. I wasn't built to waver. Does my resilience bother you? Does it make you raise a brow? The way I pick myself back up Every single time I fall. The way… Continue reading I Wasn’t Built To Give Up.
Don't tell me what to think You have no right to Don't say I'll be fine You don't even know what that means Okay, maybe you do I don't care. Don't tell me to be kind I don't want to be I want to be as cold as can be Nice is for the weak… Continue reading Don’t Tell Me Anything : The Pessimist’s Creed.