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Posts Tagged ‘Creative Musings’

14Mar

I am getting in touch with the sentimental part of myself today, it is allowed.  For I am about to break my own rule. I wrote them, I can change them too. So, its Mother’s Day and we do the honourable thing by calling our mums and  saying lovely things to them. In time past, […]






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10Mar

I wrote this after I heard the song, MAMA Africa by Akon. I may not be his biggest fan for many reasons but this particular tribute to the motherland made me think about myself as a woman and about other African women. Our similarities and differences, our likes and dislikes and the different things we […]






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7Mar

Colonised by the memory of you It suddenly hits that the hollow inside can never be closed off Not by anyone, not even the touch of a lover They say memories make or break you But yours has me intoxicated like alcohol makes nuisance of an alcoholic I remember the tears and the hugs The […]






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6Mar

I was having a rant a little while back when the film, Good Hair by  by Chris Rock came out. I was tired of everyone going on and on about it. The day it really cheesed me off  was when the BBC had this piece about hair and it was such a boxed up piece […]






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1Mar

Life is for the now It was yesterday and it will be tomorrow For today, you must live in the now You know yourself better than I know you You owe yourself more than I owe you I will never discourage you from planning for tomorrow Do stop looking back in regret, wondering what could […]






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28Feb

The circumstances of my birth Defines my space within the space of human existence You ask why your parents, the ones who screwed each other So your father could pop a sperm into your mum had to leave so early We agree that they were of no use to us anyway Maybe life knew they […]






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25Jan

According to Sunni Patterson, ‘We Made It.’ Listening to the above piece reminded me of a piece I wrote  a while back. I’m practically going down memory lane with this one, it is from my raging days. Don’t get comfortable, I still have that fire but I have grown up since 2007 when I wrote […]






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18Jan

The bloody bastards, telling me I is a bastard and for being a bastard, I is the one who has got to come down to this bloody man and woman beings also known as human beings and tell them that we is coming. Bloody assholes, what do I look like? John The Baptist? I bet […]






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7Jan

Chief Osazuwa is dead. Benin is preparing to bury one of its favourite sons. The elders and town mourners are ready for the biggest funeral on the calendar. Tradition demands every child who is alive and well, must come home and do as custom demands. Enoma Osazuwa is far from ready. Truth be told, she […]






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5Jan

ACT 1 SCENE 1 We can hear the sounds and pandemonium of a car accident, police sirens, ambulances and paramedics working on someone who is unconscious. The voice of a man gives the paramedics, the name of the accident victim. She is his wife, tells them her age and that she has a medical condition.  […]






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5Jan

The day I wrote this, I was talking to myself. Yes, I do talk to myself and call myself to action. You should try it, the best form of therapy you could ever have in my humble opinion. My inner child feels Beaten, bruised and battered She talk to me She say, Miss, me tired […]






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