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…
Tag: storytelling
Chapter 22 + Watch my short film “FRAMED”
On my 21’st birthday last year, I did the most, like I always do. I was excited, finally legal, but also still dealing with the loss of a loved one so, I had a lot to share. I wrote, “21”(read here), a post which detailed specific events from every year in my life that may…
Confessions of a Clueless Romantic
Forgive me, dear blog, for I have sinned. It’s been a long while since I’ve confessed. One hundred and twelve days but who’s counting. They say, no matter how far the chick strays from mother hen, it will always find its way back to the nest. So here I am, after days of playing grown…
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…
Facade
The pony tail was the first to come crashing down. All eight hours of confinement and utter obedience, flying wildly till they, of their own accord, decided to settle freely beneath the nape of my neck. The blue checkered shirt was next, it and its matching blue pant carelessly settling atop the confusion that was…
Lilian Ogbuefi 