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I’m Mayowa, a Nigerian writer focused on telling stories that move you.

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We Still Need Feminism essay in Wave Mag (page 5).

Performing my work on ‘Our Stories They Tell’ podcast.

A Different Home, short story on The Limit.

From the blog

Notes on Adulthood

Apr 1, 2021Apr 1, 2021

My Writing Journals

Mar 8, 2021Apr 1, 2021

Something With Meaning

Aug 24, 2020Sep 13, 2020

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I really love phone calls. There's something about hearing a person's voice down the line. Imagining their facial expressions as they speak.

I would much rather like to act like we are not in a p*ndemic. When my eyes are closed, and I have drifted into sleep, I imagine myself roaming freely through a crowded shopping mall without a mask in sight.

Today, I woke up with the sun⠀

Sefi Atta is my favourite author, right now. I love reading about a character's growth from childhood to adulthood and Sefi does it perfectly here.

I hope this video is calming for you.

Writing is not a thing that I do by choice. It is impossible for me not to write. Stories that I have in me must be written. I lose sleep over them. Turn them over in my head, day after day, until they find their home on a page.

"Age has erased some things from my mind. Now, forty years on, I still remember the seconds before the accident. I still loved my mother, then. If I had gotten married, I wonder if I would’ve yelled at my husband the same way if he, like Father, came home with only one of my two children." - an excerpt from the story.

"Love is or it ain't.

Adulthood has been a strange journey to embark on. I had thought that the age of enlightenment was eighteen. I thought that once I turned that age, I would finally feel secure in myself and have my life figured out. But eighteen came and went in a rather insignificant fashion. Then nineteen and twenty arrived in the same way. I marked the passing of age without feeling any wiser, or more experienced. I think the expected learning and growth happens after the birthday itself. That is only a single day, after all.

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