Someone who has found a renewed passion for reading and creating. Writing was something I did and hid. It was a form of expression for me. I am now learning to put myself out there.
I will never be a top story or win a challenge
I am still an amateur writer navigating the vocal platform. When someone made a statement that 'winners' are announced on Tuesdays and new challenges are posted on Wednesdays it provoked a thought. "How come my brain hadn't established this connection as yet." This past Tuesday, I woke up anxiously awaiting the results thinking there would be a chance of winning (Let’s blame my close friends and family for rallying behind me in support which I must say isn’t such a bad thing). Once the winners were announced, there was an internal monologue that led to the question, "Did you really think your story deserved to 'win' a challenge or even be considered as a top story?
Dumela! Dumela! Those were the first words I saw at the Botswana International Airport. I later learned during our orientation that it meant Welcome. Excited can not fully explain how I felt about visiting Africa. As a dental student, going on an externship was a part of our requirements. My dental school had partnered with many places both within and outside of the United States. The year prior, a few friends of mine had completed their dental externship in Africa and kept raving about their experience. A Local dentist from there had come to visit them in the United States. During her visit, we became friends. There was no doubt in my mind that I would be going to Africa too.
A mix of raw umber, some yellows, burnt sienna and blues Would be the beginning of my very own painting A self portrait, a representation of me using different hues
Inside my head is a galaxy studded brain of fireworks Filled with clusters of stars being held together by gravity There is a constant flow of thought and ideas like a geyser
A New Beginning
She took a deep breath and stared out her window Feeling the rhythmic vibrations of the air Listening to the sounds of cars and people
Bring 'em back, Bring 'em back
Trying to echo the words of the Atlanta rapper TI who in his song Bring em out said: got the crowd yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Mama Please Don't Leave Me
“Chioma!” “Chioma!” Mama was yelling and I was trying to locate her. “Mama!” “Mama!” “Where are you Chioma?” Around us was pure devastation. What was once our home was nothing more than dirt and sand. I could barely see due to the amount of dust all around that seemed to gravitate towards my eye almost magnetically. I was trying to keep them open so I could find mama but I honestly couldn’t see. I know I hear her voice yelling for me and I cried out, "Mama where can you be? Mama please don’t leave without me.”
How does it feel to be flat chested when you're in a family of Cs and double Ds
One thing about femininity that I most looked forward to was the day that I would be blessed with breasts. I often admired the women in my family which included their womanly figures and I definitely admired the size of their breasts. I wanted breasts too and big ones at that. I walked around with my mom’s bras wrapped around me with dreams of filling them up one day. I’m sure that there are other girls who played dress up too.