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Posted on February 17, 2019 by mayowafagbure

I love the Internet. But every good thing is just a trend, that comes and goes. Nothing is really ever… Read more untitled

Another Day

Posted on December 28, 2018January 12, 2019 by mayowafagbure

Many times I wake up and I don’t want to breathe. But I do, in and out. And then I… Read more Another Day

I really love phone calls

Posted on November 24, 2018 by mayowafagbure

I really love phone calls. There’s something about hearing a voice down the line. Fuzzy. Imagining a face along with… Read more I really love phone calls

Bird Watching

Posted on November 14, 2018 by mayowafagbure

I watched as two birds perched on my neighbour’s green roof. The considerable space they left between themselves reminded me… Read more Bird Watching

what makes me happy?

Posted on November 14, 2018January 24, 2019 by mayowafagbure

So, you may ask what really makes me happy? Since I always talk about the things that make me sad.… Read more what makes me happy?

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you go dey alright. (Translates to 'you will be okay' - abi, thats the translation?) If you know a better one, let me know👇🏾
What Makes Me Happy? 👇🏾 So, you may ask what really makes me happy? Since I always write about the things that make me sad. My mind makes me happy, at least all of the good parts of it. I like my thoughts and the way they form in my head. I like the quick, fluid motion of them. I like that no one really knows what I am thinking. Writing also makes me happy and it’s the one thing I do the least. Well, at least as often as I would like to. And there really is no reason because the excuse of time is unnecessary. I have enough time to mindlessly scroll through social media pages so why not to pour out my thoughts? I think I’m just scared, you know. Of putting everything out there. Of lying bare for anyone to pick me apart. I'm scared because my thoughts and feelings are the things that make me.
SWIPE ➡️ ⠀⠀ This is a poem about the past, the present and the future. It seems like as people we can never be satisfied. 🎗️ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I'm currently working on some short stories and I can't wait for you to read them. My favourite one that I've written is 'An Epiphany'. Read on the blog, link is in my bio. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Many times I wake up and I don’t want to breathe. But I do, in and out. And then I want to go back to sleep again but can’t. These days I can never sleep. There is nothing on my mind but thoughts of getting my life right, and of falling out of the funk I am in. I think about living all of the time and it doesn’t make sense to constantly contemplate what happens naturally. But they all draw the distinction between just existing and living.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I am constantly searching for inspiration, motivation, drive. Something to keep pushing me forward… farther away. I realized that every second that passes is another moment I will look back on. If I had a large clock in my room I would spend hours on end watching the small hand tick, gradually losing myself in time that I will never get back.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I hate the feeling of nostalgia. I am forever looking back because nothing in the present interests me. I will describe a scene and you can tell me if it is from the present or the past. A girl looks up from her phone for a moment, glances at the sun then winces, her neck craning down to the bright screen.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ It is me. When the sun comes out I shield my eyes and hate myself immediately for doing it. It is horrible; not right that I can not will myself to enjoy the things that I want. I should be standing in the middle of the street and soaking in the sun shine. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I’ve been eavesdropping on conversations of late, people talk too much and too loudly. But I want to inscribe their words and carry them home with me so I feel less alone and like I’ve got a thousand friends who are speaking to me all at once. Imagine that. A thousand friends.
🌙 | The full piece is called, 'Undiluted Thoughts'. Please click the link in my bio to read it ⭐ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #writerssociety #writingofig #quoteslover #storypeople #storytellers #radstorytellers #poetryblogger #writersnetworks #writingoftheday #nigerianwriters
Black people aren't all magic. They cry too. They crack too. Specifically, the Black Woman. Why is she praised as God? Why is the black woman's humanity seen as non-existent? I wrote on my feelings about this in a new poem, on my Blog. Its titled 'Strong Black Woman'. Interested in reading it? The link in my bio will take you there ☝️ . . . #nigerianwriters #africanwriters #writingblog #writerssociety #nigerianreaders #lagoscreatives #madeinnigeria #keepwriting
"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary." - Steve Jobs. . . . #Nigerianwriters #africanwriters #writingblog #writerssociety #nigerianreaders #lagoscreatives #writingsociety #spilledthoughts #writersgram
I am always in conflict with myself. I go back and forth over the things that I should do or be doing or will do. Do I share it all on social media? Get sucked into the craze? Discover fame? Make for myself a big name? Or shall I retreat? Cover up, hide away. Will I learn all of the things there are in this world? I have to learn everything. See, I have to know everything. The writing is the most important and it cannot take place in the midst of all of this noise. I will not allow distractions. BUT there is a video on my screen of a girl in a pink zebra print bodysuit, gyrating, calling out to me. And right beside it, is a picture of the most beautiful dress I have ever seen. And I become engrossed in the only world that has accepted me. I fall back on my plans and slip slowly, quietly into the old ways. I struggle to find a balance between learning anew and entertainment. I struggle to find the value in my daily scroll, through this feed. I deceive myself that I am learning subconsciously. But am I, really? I don't know what to choose. In this game, I am only given two options. That is, to truly see or to simply be seen? . . 📷: me . #Nigerianwriters #africanwriters #writingblog #writerssociety #nigerianreaders #lagoscreatives #writingsociety #spilledthoughts #nigerianreaders #writingofig
Went for a lovely and educative march this morning, organised by @wwnbslagos . The turnout was AMAZING and I'm happy that it didn't just end as a 'Twitter thing". Issa whole movement! •Sadly, Nigeria is still not there yet. There were three incidents of note that happened as we marched. The first was mild. Two guys raised their fists up at us in solidarity saying, "We support you" . One of them followed up with "Just don't be too seductive" my question- being "seductive' means a woman deserves to be raped? The second one happened as we passed by a hotel. A group of security guards heard us shouting "Say No To Rape" and yelled back "And you're dressing like that!" The third was a little scary for me. A coaster bus passed by us full of people wearing office clothes. The front window was open, and about five people were poking their heads out, staring disapprovingly. There was a woman in the middle of four men and her voice was the loudest. "Dress well! Dress well!" It was the anger in her eyes that scared me. Who was she angry at? Us? The people that were trying to educate others on respecting women's bodies? She felt good, I believe because I noticed a smirk on her face as the window closed. . Despite that, I'm happy I went. We will not be silent. . . #saynotorape #rapeculture #rapeisnotajoke #wewillnotbesilent #lagos #lagosnigeria #rapeawareness
I love this 😶
❤️❤️ in the end, at the very last moment, it will all make sense why things ended up the way they did.
Always and forever.

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