My arms are no longer slender. My waist extends farther into a bloated protruding belly. The folds at my back are now more pronounced, each lump as thick as freshly baked agege bread. There are bumps on my forehead, small elevated bumps that leave black spots in their wake. And my chin, its gone, lost in the sea…
Category: Non-fiction
On being disciplined
2016 was a lot for me. Long story short; a series of successive events that forced me to grow three times my age in the space it should have taken one. Still, I decided to end it with a bang. Producing my first film, then, spending Christmas with my family, after a three year period of…
Girl in the mirror
Take a look at the girl in the mirror. What do her eyes say to you? -Sad, Lonely, In need of some sort of connection. Do something about it. I’ve never really been one to “do something about it”. The idea behind the phrase itself seems foreign; that one could single handedly double cross fate…
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0 This is what I was told: When I was first born, I looked exactly like daddy, this explains why the matron pulled me out of mummy and screamed “Ogbuefi carbon copy”. The resemblance was uncanny, eyes, nose and mouth were all the same, yet there was the devastating difference, that Ogbuefi was male and…
“This too shall pass”
Two weeks ago, I sent a notification to my Whats app “blog spam list” (yeah I have a spam list). I had decided to create a blog schedule where I’d be putting up posts twice a week (Wednesdays and Saturdays) so, I wanted to know if they’d rather be spammed on Saturdays only or on…
They say “If you love it, you should let it go”
(picture diary below) Oct 19 2015 Dear self, If you’re still trapped by the romanticized idea that a man has to woo a woman first, then, by all means, keep mute about your feelings, take pride in giving no hints and wallow as the painful torture of your silence tumults your emotions and speed drives them…
Epilogue
Prologue: Its 11pm in Atlanta. In an hour’s time, my phone would be flooded with Happy New Year texts and well wishes…or not, because I never respond to these stuff anyways and I expect my well-wishers to have gotten the hint by now…or not. My aunt decided we were going to attend a Redeem church…
We’re just friends
She says I should resist the devil and not call him tonight. I look at her misguidedly, like a little child who has been denied an extra ball of akara. I don’t need to hear it from her, I already told myself that I wasn’t going to call him anyways, that it was the smart,…
Letter to self
Dear self, It’s quite glaring that we are now in the twenty first century, however, its okay to hold on to your primitive personal values, given of course, that they do not affect others negatively so, if you’re not comfortable giving up your pride before marriage , don’t do it! Now, if you’re still trapped by the romanticized…
The time I thought I had cancer
Those who have had a brush with death know it’s an inherently scary idea, the fact that what lays beyond is, till this day, unknown. Maybe you’re among the few who allude no fear towards death, who remain ready to gallantly embrace its coming. Or like me, you’re a youth, whose vibrancy provides a useful…
Lilian Ogbuefi 