Creativity is what you do In the spaces between doing What is neccessary- Getting an education Learning a skill, Getting a job, Building nerves of steel. Creativity is proof Of your light, It is evidence that You are alive. Creativity is joy. It is making everything Out of nothing. Ivie M. Eke 2021.
I don’t think so.
I would have walked a mileFor your smile. I confused lustFor sacred trust. Do I think about you?Almost never… Unless I suddenly feelThe urge to remember- The surrender to defeat,The thunder and the heat, The joy that was fleeting,The words full of nothing. There's nothing newsworthyIn those memories Like a houseWith floors made of hot... Continue Reading →
Currently reading: Sycamore Row by John Grisham
Currently reading: Sycamore Row by John Grisham. A wealthy and reclusive man has killed himself. His two children who never really liked him (and whom he never liked either) believe that they are going to inherit his fortune but it turns out that he cut them off completely and left his wealth to an unexpected... Continue Reading →
Short Story: I See You.
The program was yet to commence. I was early. I sat at the back near the entrance of the Church. At the far end of my pew sat a good-looking young couple, dressed in matching navy blue Ankara outfits. The lady looked at me with a narrowed gaze, and rested her limp arm around her... Continue Reading →