As I write this post I laugh at myself. It is really so funny. I have created more than 80 posts on this website!
This space I created for rants, batter and all things chaos, has evolved into a creative platform. A space where writers can come to as a resource and encouragement, my personal online portfolio, the origin of a wonderful community.
Growing is an essential aspect of our lives and as a writer, if you want to keep writing you need to move on to greater heights of development and learning. How can you do that?
Even when my soul was saturated with circumstances, chaos, love, menace, culture.
My whimsical journal still brought me to its edges. Flipped the pages at my curiosity and made me read my history.
So as I promised myself
I’m listening to what my heart wants me doing as a 20 year old,
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie was born to a middle-class Igbo family in Enugu. She discovered her gift, drove it with passion till she possessed an opulence in vocabulary that has made her a merchant in her own field.
My area description:
I place my one liter water bottle to my left, Bible to my right, phone to my thigh or table and laptop to my fingers.
Then I think, how do I enter this whirlwind?
The wind might be rusty or calm, but still I’m inside. Almost blinded by the rush of winds…
I met Aina Eniyan via Instagram. Like many of his clients.
Our conversation was brief and we set up a time that would be convenient for us both to meet. To be honest I was not exactly nervous, because like many other artists I have met, they always seem cool and humble.
So I went to his studio.
The studio was a mash up of creative energy and genius. Spending hours there daily would make you work something beautiful up, no matter how crude you are. He told me many secrets to his consistent growth and success.
Kindly read on.
Hey guys! So I’ve been writing an Chapbook. Called Indigo girl. And there is this particular poem; decomposed. I’d love if you could read it and tell me how you feel about it. You can drop something kind in the comments section.
Then you need a revival
You need a remembrance of your beautiful spirit.
You need the cold air, you need the humbling Spirit.
You need a cup of wisdom and a breathe of salinity.