Two Siblings
Bio
So I and my brother write sometimes…
Stories (15/0)
Something Set Apart.
“Kemi!” “Kemi!” “Kemi!!, dide jare.” “It’s almost 5:30. Shey you don’t want to go for bible study nii? Kemi grouchily got out of bed and rolled her eyes at Oyin who was adjusting her scarf in front of the half-length mirror in their room.
By Two Siblingsabout a year ago in Fiction
Higher Still
5mm each year We ascend to the heavens So high, higher still
By Two Siblingsabout a year ago in Poets
K2
Underestimate Me Not, you reckless creatures One in five will learn
By Two Siblingsabout a year ago in Poets
My Dad, the Otologist
There are a million stories I could tell about my dad. Some are funny and jovial, but most are not. A few are downright unsuitable for an online audience. One tale in particular stands out in my memory, and I don't think I will ever find the words to tell it properly.
By Two Siblings2 years ago in Families
Creatures of Fire
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, so the legends went. Historians and charlatans alike spun tales of red skies blackened by billowing clouds of smoke, of endless rivers of fire bubbling up from beneath the earth, and of a burning mountain that spat the creatures onto an unsuspecting world, destroying itself in the process. The truth mattered little, though; for all practical purposes, Velota had always had dragons.
By Two Siblings2 years ago in Fiction
Little Secrets
Hey momma, you always said I was a good child. In many ways, you told me how grateful you were to be blessed with me. You said many parents were terrified when their children turned teenagers because they didn't know what to expect. For many, it was a rollercoaster of drugs, sex, alcohol, calls from the principal's office, and, fluctuating grades. But I never gave you a reason to worry. My grades were top-notch and I was well-behaved. Maybe I was a good child. But every child has done some bad things. Things that I hoped you'd never find out. Some of them silly, some of them sad, some of them I feel a little guilty about because now that I'm much older, I realize they weren't altogether necessary. I'll start with a little lie I told.
By Two Siblings2 years ago in Confessions
To My Mother: Things long unsaid.
Hey Mom, I've never told you this before... * Smiles* There's a lot I haven't told you before despite our closeness. . I remember telling my friends of our close relationship and how they'd gush and say I was lucky to be living every African teenage girl's dream. In a way, I was. But this closeness had a small tick. I'd see and hear so much that'd put my young heart in unending turmoil. Parents usually try to shield their children from these things, but I was your best friend, and you had no one else to talk to. I'll start small though because writing this is making me such an emotional mess.
By Two Siblings2 years ago in Confessions
ELEANOR.
Hawkshead was Eleanor's favourite place in the world. This opinion was a little farfetched seeing as it was the only place she had ever known save for Bibury, the bustling trade town where her mother's family lived up North. In fact, she hated Bibury. It was far too noisy and crowded even in winter. Hawkshead was cosy and quiet. It was one of those small towns where everybody knew everybody. Its tiny cottages with neatly trimmed edges were simply delightful. In autumn, the cobbled streets would be filled with fallen leaves which had turned the reddish-brown shade she loved. Her own home, which forever smelt faintly of her mother's baking even when she wasn't doing so would always hold fond memories for her. It was a large house and she often wondered how her mother always managed to keep it so clean. She remembered playing with her two sisters, Charlotte and Olivia in the garden while they were much younger. But very soon, she might have to leave and the very thought made her heart ache.
By Two Siblings2 years ago in Fiction
The Lagos Dream.
It was one of those days. Those days when the sun shone with a vengeance in Lagos. Sometimes Kelechi wondered if it was angry with this particular city, small as it was, swarming with people and filth and plastic, or if it just chose to assert its dominance and frustrate the lives of all who were unfortunate to walk under it. Either way, it burned with such fury, and she was beyond exhausted.
By Two Siblings2 years ago in Fiction
Starting Out As A Freelancer.
Whether you are an entry-level freelancer or a former employee looking to start on your own, you might be confused as to how to negotiate rates with clients. You may meet clients who want to take advantage of the fact that you are just starting out and underpay you, or you might even be tempted to accept ridiculous rates just so you can keep these clients. The tips I'm going to outline here are going to help you avoid the above-mentioned situations. You might be new to the industry or the business of freelancing but, you still deserve decent pay for your work.
By Two Siblings2 years ago in Lifehack