Wordsmith

We have all had the experience of being unable to access our own internal creativity at some point in our careers or jobs. You may have had this unexpected emotion of being terrified or questioning your passion for days, weeks, months, or even years. I’ve had this experience more times than I can count. It is not an easy situation to be in, I know. At some point, you might get depressed and feel your productivity is gone, but trust me; this is just a phase that eventually passes. If you can relate, here is what I did. I stopped putting pressure on it. Yes, I had writing deadlines, but I stopped forcing words to flow out of my keypads. I was in desperate need of a break. I became more aware of my surroundings and began to explore what I had been missing out on. By simply glancing around, I realized there is so much that can be written or stated. I may be on public transportation and have a million tales in my brain about all the people on board. Looking at a bird or the sky became an in...

We have been running for what seems like an hour, with no sense of direction. At least we made it out of the house alive, after dodging bullets from both men, I was not about to die from running out of breath. It was a miracle that we both left the apartment unscarred and I was curious to know what Cynthia meant when she said the other James. So I had to look for a shaded spot with as much dim light as possible. “A mechanic workshop! Perfect” I pulled Cynthia with me towards the thatched made building which looked like a perfect hideout spot.  “it’s James, Angie your nemesis has finally caught up with you” Cynthia was saying as she gasps for breath. “it’s been James all along, your beloved James has been acting out a script with you. He was paid to be with you Angie” This is the last thing I wanted, but if Cynthia does not get to the point, I might lash out on her. She must have noticed my countenance“better find a way to freeze ...

Being with James is everything, but sometimes I feel he has dual personalities or is it all in my head. Am I looking for excuses to sabotage a perfectly normal relationship because I feel he is too good to be true. Staring at him right now, laying there at my balcony, laughing at something Cynthia said, or did. “Hey Angie, come over here for a minute, you need to see this” Cynthia called out. She has a way of making me get involved in whatever discussion they get engrossed in, sometimes it is difficult picking a side when they argue. Trying so hard to ignore her this time but I know it is a fruitless attempt so I joined them at the balcony. “So I was thinking…” oh no, not that line again, anytime Cynthia uses that statement, nothing good ever comes out of it. “don’t give me that look yo, this is different” “can we get to the part where we vote on whatever crazy idea you’ve come up with this time” feeling exasperated with the whatever it was she was up to. “ignorin...

“Who do you call when you hit rock bottom?” James asked again. His questions are getting annoying but I just don’t know the best possible friendly way to tell him to stop.  With each word he utters, I get aggravated and imagine myself knocking the life out of him. I am not a violent person or have issues with James, but sitting here staring at him just seem to set me off.  I got so lost in my head and didn’t even notice he was still talking, wait, is he expecting a reply or something? Oh no he asked a question, what did he say. “Can you say that again sorry” I must have looked perturbed but that did not dissuade him from more enquiries. “I said, have you been to…never mind, this date isn’t going so well, is it?” “I am so sorry, it’s not you, I tend to zone out a lot”. This was possibly the best reply I could give plus I was already feeling bad for my unfriendly aura.  “You don’t have to apologize, as long as you will be my arm candy, we will excel in this”...

No one really understands the laws of the Universe. As an adult and a married woman, I still haven't figured it out yet. Maybe if I did, my reality would have been different. Being married comes with a lot of temptation. Most married couples can relate to this. My engagement ring was like "man magnet", I got a lot of offers that never really existed till that moment. This was the period I met Surveyor Gbenga. How this has become a tale, but it really happened to me. Being newly wedded and still enjoying my honeymoon gave me that feeling of royalty. I can't really explain the feeling, but you'll experience it eventually. So every royal treatment I got, seem natural even though it wasn't coming from my husband. Surveyor Gbenga is everything a typical Nigerian woman will do anything to have; handsome, tall and rich, why won't I be tempted. Our meeting was one of those "by chance meeting" and looking back I don't think I regr...

I have never really had issues with motivational speakers until today. That moment when you are okay with your lifestyle without expectations or motivation to make any change then boom, you discover one of those killer speech that will make you believe you posses superpowers. At the time, I did not have a job, trust me, I have applied and gone for so many interviews but I don’t seem to ever get the job. My parents were not the "show love to your children type", I can’t put the blame on them but sometimes I just wish they can be more supportive. They are typical Nigerians with serious African mentality, I guess you can understand what I mean. For some reasons known only to my mum, happiness or signs of it should not be so obvious. I can recall one time I was so happy that my friend was visiting from Dubai, trust mum to prick the little nectar of happy juice in your system with her snide comments. Statements like “is Nkiru not your agemate,” or the famous one “go and marry an...