The City

 I don’t know how to write about this place. Or maybe I am scared. You would even smell the fear, that nestled in my eyes, before you saw it. I’m scared I wouldn’t be able to write about the beauty of this place, this city. Recently, mornings here have been mostly dark blue clouds, pregnant […]

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19 Year Old Katanu Kay Is Using African Fabrics To Make Beautiful Paintings

Art is free expression. Creativity bursting out of you. Art is beauty, unparalleled beauty. Art let’s you be you with no apology. Unlike most high school teenagers, the social network, Instagram is for slay pictures, cute videos, a billion followers and seeking validation from others. Most teenagers are blind to reality, because of an overly […]

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SHE HUSTLES|MARKET WOMEN

 You see them, mostly on Saturday mornings, nameless women in the market. Just as the sun sneaks up from the blue skies and the clouds seem close by, almost close that you can reach out on tiptoes and squeeze it. The air is heavy with the musty smell of fresh fish, red meat and wilting […]

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UYO

       Uyo whispers,       the sun rises more slowly,       the tall evergreen trees,       dances merrily, in the breeze,       like it has had too much to drink.       Uyo smiles,      Food is always ready.      Clusters of,      call in for […]

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ABA

            Aba slapped me awake,       Reminding me of the maddening hustle.      It didn’t whisper,      It tugged my ears rather hard,      screeching “Shine your eyes”.      Aba never sleeps,     It was always in a hurry,     too impatient,     like a glutton,  […]

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ENUGU

        Enugu pampered me,        like an over zealous Mother.        I blended easily into the giant        sea of high spirited chatters, abacha,        Igbo accents, roasted yam,        bubbling laughter and okpa.        Feets and tempers were never  […]

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PORT HARCOURT

        Port Harcourt robbed me of my innocence.      Pulling away at my satin dress,      tugging at it hard,      ripping it into pieces,      it’s hands moving swiftly,      like that of a rapist.      Port Harcourt sucked my breasts,     trying so hard […]

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