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“The Z Of Life From Under A Smoking Mirror…”

“And sometimes life felt worth living, and sometimes it didn’t”. It was Autumn and death was in vogue; the world happened, rhythmically. Everything was automated, even biology. Wake, expend, expire…lather, rinse, repeat. Adolescence was full of non-sequiturs and six-syllable pharmaceuticals, some people were given to certain things. Gas prices were high and Kate still wanted … Continue reading “The Z Of Life From Under A Smoking Mirror…”

#WOWAfrica THE BIGGEST POETRY COMPETITION IN NIGERIA/AFRICA IS BACK!! #1,000,000 UP FOR GRABS!

War Of Words Africa Video Submission is now extended till….. By Wordup 411 – Mar 28, 2016 682 14 SHARE POETRY CAN BE DANGEROUS, ESPECIALLY BEAUTIFUL POETRY, BECAUSE IT GIVES THE ILLUSION OF HAVING HAD THE EXPERIENCE WITHOUT ACTUALLY GOING THROUGH IT. ― RUMI Video submission which started 12pm Tuesday March 1, 2016 and scheduled … Continue reading #WOWAfrica THE BIGGEST POETRY COMPETITION IN NIGERIA/AFRICA IS BACK!! #1,000,000 UP FOR GRABS!

#This Is A Real Memoir, I Swear#

#This Is A Real Memoir, I Swear#

It was the eve of Christmas ‘013, and the family was in Georgia for the holidays. The neighbourhood was cloyed with the savory scent of sugar-coated edibles, and all the other things I loathe about the season; the caroling, the heartfelt cheer, the decorating, the baking, Santa, the maxed out credit cards, the belated gifts, … Continue reading #This Is A Real Memoir, I Swear#

I Don’t Even Know What To Call It, Just Read…

So far so good. We were in the seventh period, and I think I’d managed the first six pretty well. I hadn’t taken the word ignorance to a new level….yet, and my self-respect hadn’t depreciated, at least not significantly….I was on top of the world… Until my lecturer decided to switch things up a bit, … Continue reading I Don’t Even Know What To Call It, Just Read…