Tag: writing
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aye dun bi isale jollof
Fourteen years ago today, I packed a small bag and made the most dramatic decision of my nine-year-old life: I was going to run away. The plan was clear. Precise. Detailed. Naivety-fuelled, but strong. I had watched enough African Magic and read enough books to know that every strong main character eventually reaches a breaking…
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for colored yems.
Yellow Happiness is golden, light spilling through curtains on a slow morning. It is being understood by Tise. It is the laughter shared over drinks, the way she took my hand and, without words, reminded me that I am seen. That I am loved. That my life, even with its sharp edges, still holds beauty.…
YOU ARE! 