Write Pad

Read my chicklit and speculative fiction flash stories straight from my write pad.

String of Waves.

I feel overwhelmed. I’m struggling to swim against a current that I can’t name. I’m choking on slapping mouthfuls of grey waves. How will I know which life vest to shout for? I can’t name the waves crashing against me. They reek of loneliness and lust. Or maybe I’m polluting the beach front. I feel the waves tugging at the yellow crotchet bikini string entwined with orange waist beads. Drowning and staying afloat are the same thing done in reverse. My nipples tingle, then ache and I stir awake. I feel numb then shiver.

The beach chair cause my ribs to ache. They leave lines on my light brown skin. I sit up slowly, my yellow two-piece tube feels scratchy against my budded nipples. There are flower imprints on my arms from the tiny scalloped petals on the tiny sleeves woven into the tube covering my small breasts. I hug the velvet fabric wrapped over me. In the 6am dawn it looks like a spilled glass of burgundy wine. Moaning, I stand up and instinctively touch my damp twin afro buns. It happens fast like a flipped switch. Numerous sounds rush into my silence hallow mind. Hooting and honking traffic, gawking and chirping birds, crashing waves, crunching sand, shouted bus-stops, low afro pop, bellowing wind.

Why didn’t I drown? Why did I try to go back home by dying at its doorstep? Why am I thinking of steaming akara and creamy pap? I need to cry. I feel it like a string. Each breath adds another bead of grief. Like the current that pushed me back from death. As my slender fingers button up the yellow shirt dress, the string lengthens and waves crash against my insides. I miss myself.



Has Romance seduced you before?

If she does, you’ll respect Seduction. Seduction is direct, and fulfils all promises.

Unlike Romance, who whispers.

Her endearing gestures imply your heart desires will be granted.

For how long? The whispers are more muffled when they lie, ‘forever’ or warn, ‘for as long as us shall exist’.

Hillside Lessons

I learnt three lessons in Abuja.

One, how to climb up and down a hillside.

Two, that having power doesn’t mean one will have the authority to effect change. Like the peak of a hill, a shiny height to aspire to. A journey up this hill of power is sleek with caked mud and compromise. Often, rocks and exposed roots will make you stumble in fear with the sacrifices they’ll demand for passage. But the victorious step to the hilltop exposes a fierce, rocky terrain to navigate.

Three, how to love you.

To be continued..


Announcement! Amethyst Saw READERS REVIEWS and Updated ABOUT Blog pages

Remember during my 2nd Blogiversary celebration I asked what you have to say about your reading experience with “Amethyst Saw, my quirky creative narrative”?

I compiled your heartwarming, thoughtful responses on a new page published 2nd June on the blog. Read the new Readers Reviews page here.

Many new readers and bloggers over the past 2 months have visited Amethyst Saw. Thank you. My writing has improved and evolved. I’m grateful for this growth. For the blog to reflect this, I updated my About page. If you like to know what this literary blog is about or about me, click here.

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