Ice-Cream.

Tiptoe.

Not This Love.

Poem: RnB Music.

 

The determined innuendo of Ginuwine’s ‘Pony’ song,

 

The soundtracks of movies which featured Nia Long.

 

The way Teddy Pendegrass’ soul dripped from his tongue,

 

The excessive vocals which Sisqo dedicated to thongs.

 

The lyrics Lauryn Hill shared about her loves that went wrong,

 

The melody of Maxwell’s ‘Lifetime’ gives me life and makes me strong.

 

The way Beyonce’s ‘Deja Vu’ invokes nostalgia for her music catalogue,

 

The way ‘With You’ by Chris Brown makes one want to hug a loved one.

 

The tune of Usher’s ‘My Way’ reminds me of being young,

 

The way RnB music sustains me, and never does me wrong.

 

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©Ivie M. Eke 2017.

 

 

 

 

5 Essays By My Favourite Writers.

Caitlin Moran. image: stylist.co.uk

Hey, Everyone!

 

Recently, I was scribbling in my writing journal (as I usually do) about everything and nothing in particular. After a while, my mind wondered (as it usually does) to the kind of books/essays/articles which I enjoy reading, the writers of those articles and why I enjoy reading the work of those writers.

 

I narrowed down my list to 5 writers who inspire me with their intelligence, wit, boldness and creative talent.

 

I am someone who enjoys reading for pure pleasure, and I know that if I see the names of the writers below on a masthead or on the cover of a book, the odds are that I would enjoy reading what they have written.

 

Please enjoy reading these essays by the following writers:

 

1. Bim Adewunmi: 300 Words A Day.

2. Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie: Our ‘Africa’ Lenses.

3. Seffi Atta: One Or The Other.

4. Lucy Mangan: ‘I am an introvert, always have been’.

5. Caitlin Moran: Caitlin Moran’s New World Order.

Happy reading!

Ivie.

Darkness.

#FeatureFriday – 5 Lessons I Learned From My Secondary School Days

Hello, Everyone!

The good people at the Sparkle Writers Hub shared my article, ‘5 Lessons I Learned From My Secondary School Days’.

Happy reading, and have a great weekend!

Ivie.

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I attended secondary school in Lagos, Nigeria in the 1990s. I have chosen to have very selective memories about my time there, so I dwell more on the memories of shared laughter and on the friends I made who I am still in touch with presently.

I will not dwell on the cutting of grass, the times I spent kneeling down for hours as punishment, nor on that senior girl who kept making me fetch water for her in her gigantic metal bucket which had no handle (I still remember her name).

No, I will not dwell on the negative memories.

Here are some lessons which I learned in secondary school which I have found to be relevant in my life as an adult:

Provision scarcity creates strange bedfellows.

I usually showed up to school with 1 ½-2 sets of provisions at the beginning of every term. You would have…

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Ivie’s Musings: Let’s Not Play The Game.

Hey, Everyone!

Are you a straightforward person in your relationships, or do you enjoy playing games?

Enjoy reading my thoughts in my newsletter.

Happy reading!

Ivie.

Let’s Not Do This Anymore.

I can’t see it:

The light in your eyes when you look at me.

I can’t smell it:

The scent of your perfume and your desire for me.

I can’t taste it:

The taste of longing after being away from you for so long.

I can’t hear it:

The joy in your voice when you call me on my cellphone.

I can’t feel it:

The touch which once lifted me off my feet now deflates me into the ground.

What’s the point?

Let’s not do this anymore.

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©Ivie M. Eke 2017.

Water.