I don’t want these to be the best years of my life. But they have been pretty great so far. I’ve met the most diverse group of people. I can only hope these people will continue to be an amazing presence in my life even as this chapter closes. Continue reading “University: Is it for you?”
Author: Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Genre: An unapologetic look at race and class in America, Nigeria and briefly in the UK through the eyes of African Immigrant on the backdrop of a love story.
Synopsis: Following the lives of lovebirds Ifemelu and Obinze as they are split up by circumstances. They experience different lives; with Ifemelu in the States and Obinze as an undocumented immigrant in the UK before returning to Nigeria. Ifemelu later decides to return to Nigeria as well, but can she face Obinze’s new life and start a new one for herself?
My thoughts: Wow! That’s all I should really say. Continue reading “Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie”
Author: Siobhan Curham
Genre: Teen friendship
Synopsis: It’s a tale of four young girls who become friends and the different dreams they want to achieve at this time in their lives. Amber, an Oscar Wilde-loving outcast, decides to start a secret society to deal with her fathers and the imbeciles at school. Cue The Moonlight Dreamers, which she based on a quote by Oscar Wilde. Continue reading “The Moonlight Dreamers by Siobhan Curham”
There lived a girl named Grey Lukewarm. People say that your name reflects your personality, and Grey was no exception, nor were any of the characters to come.
Decisive Dee Logic and Grey were never friends but unfortunately were constantly forced to work together in school. Due to alphabetically reasons obviously – not for the enhancement of the plot. Continue reading “The Brief Tale of Grey Lukewarm”
I, personally, have struggled with depression in the past. And it’s not something that was easy to overcome, there’s no switch in your brain that can make you forget all the not-so-good feelings you have inside. Everyone’s battle is different, and winning the war takes a lot of time. But fortunately, I am in a better stage of my life now. Of course, it has its ups and downs but I’m smarter or wiser or healthier now, and I know how to handle the downs more or less.
But lately, I have been feeling the downs creeping in. With a mounting workload, you sometimes feel this paralysing fear.
“Where do I begin to tackle any of this?”
“I don’t know, honey.”
Moving on, so to help me keep calm and carry on, I decided to challenge myself to think positively for 30 days. The aim is to share love, give thanks, and keep hope.
- Dedicate each day to one thing you are grateful for, or happy about
- 30 days overall not necessarily consecutively
- Keep it as positive as possible but keeping it real (minimal sugar coating)
I wrote this a while ago, and the stress of uni is now over, but I thought the intention is pretty nice. So I will try it anyway. Wish me good luck.
If you wanna try it too, go ahead. Enjoy!
Knock! Knock! The taps on the door matched the beating of her heart Thump! Thump!
“Hey, Tiwonge. What’s up?” Matt asked with the sort of cool charm that made her legs weak and her heart thump louder.
“Matt?” Half surprised to even be here. This wasn’t like her at all. But alas, here she was. “Matt! Heads or Tails?”
He chuckled, amused by her randomness so early in the morning. “Heads”
With that, she walked away, content with the answer the Universe had given. Yet, not ready to disclose that information to Matt. But he didn’t pursue it, at least not now.
A necessary reminder on what separates a good writer from an average one.
Do you ever sit at your desk at work and click your tongue to a song that’s stuck in your head? Or tap your pen or finger to a little ditty that won’t dance away?
tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap-tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. Tap tap-tap tap tap tap tap-tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP, TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP. Tap tap tap tap-tap-tap-tap tap-tap-tap.
You know what that song is, right?
Just look at it. Follow the same notes I’m singing in my head.
Well, guess what. You can’t. Because there are no words. There are no notes. But just because I know the song doesn’t mean your stupid. It just means I’m stupid for not providing the words and the notes.
As writers, we are charged with the responsibility to paint a much broader picture for our readers than…
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