creative-writing

Beauty, Anxiety

How anxiety stretches itself and takes hold of me.
I’m the resilient melanin and delicate flowers.
But the beauty of my mind is amplified by all these and the multiverse of realities I live, survive and thrive in.

Meet these Incredible Nigerian Writers: Ifeoma Nnewuihe and Mòje Ikpeme

Spotlight Reads of 2 pieces by these incredible writers I recently discovered on Twitter.

Ifeoma Nnewuihe

Spotlight Reads

“Money goads my father,/
As she sits coyly in the palms of other men/
My father thinks they are undeserving of her”
Money Is The Long Lost Love Of My Father

‘You are a body of stories waiting to be told/
You are the laughter in your mother’s eyes/
You are an unrepeatable miracle’

You

These poems are truly fantastic and uplifting. They are familiar yet new. Its delightful reading these and the other two poems published also by Kalahari Review.

Know Ifeoma

Ifeoma is a Nigerian writer living and working in Lagos, Nigeria. I met her at the Ouida Open mic last Thursday of September, Ifeoma is unforgettable. She has a Bachelor Of Arts Degree in English and Literary Studies from the University of Lagos. In her spare time, Ifeoma draws and engages in sports. She will eat 200 mangoes if you let her. Follow her on Twitter @thouartifeoma


Mòje Ikpeme

Spotlight Reads

‘Time passes and Sam is right after all. The nakedness of souls gets deeper after the nakedness of clothes.’

Nakedness. Or a Woman is (Not) her Vagina.

“You will also tell him about feet, how you believed a person was their feet. Wasn’t it the foot that traveled the world with us? It must some how carry the sum of a person’s journey.”

Butt Feet.

I love how his writing style tells a story with a patient, compassionate and humorous tone. This made me get to through surprising twists and reveals with a range of emotions. Nakedess. Or a Woman is (Not) her Vagina is a masterpiece on intimacy and how we can use it to know, heal or deny trauma. In Butt Feet, which is his first story I read, I couldn’t help but emphasize with our grieving heroine ‘curvy visa’ and laugh at the comical events.

Know Mòje

I met Mòje at #KabaFest19. He had a diverse, eccentric playlist, colorful anklets and wealth of knowledge of books. His stories are published on his Medium. Mòje is a writer, photographer, graphic artist, painter, also literary polygamist and reluctant male. He lives and works in Lagos. Follow him on Twitter @mojeikpeme

Thanks for meeting them and their incredible works Gem!

Spotlight Read: The Myth of the Lazy Mothers

But I suppose there is something about old pain that forces you to distance yourself from what you love, from those you love.

I like gazing at the bold marks below my abdomen, the droops of my breasts, the folds of my waist. I have learned to cherish every change each childbirth wreaked on my body—my retroverted uterus, the repositioning of my cervix, these rearrangements and their subsequent complications, every mutilation. The reason I felt so dispossessed all those years was because I had internalized the myth that segregates women who suffer postpartum complications and dismisses them as weak

One word–Wow. This piece just answered many questions no one ever aptly answered about what happens from birthing the baby to fully healing. One of the most intimate esssays on postpartum complicatios I’ve read.

Please read here!

Are there any myths and traditions about child birth, or the healing process that exclude new mothers from expressing pain, enjoying mental comfort and body autonomy that you know of?

ORITSESHEMAYE

Laying in the dark I blink at nostalgia and reflections of headlights. Cool breeze and silver shadows ruffle my parted curtains. Warm, serenading whispers stroke my ear. I close my brown eyes and feel you kiss my earlobe. ‘Shemaye’ I moan into my phone. Your whispers promise, ‘the Block Party’s Bole and Fish sauce will taste like the Calabar one we ate in December. It’ll be a delicious dinner’. My soft fingers caress my plum labia and erect clit. Pleasure floats up to my throat in low moans like bubbles of champagne. ‘Yes, 20 minutes. I’ll be ready.’


ORITSESHEMAYE is my ongoing Twitter erotic series.

Read the first five stories in this series here

What do you think? Don’t forget to comment Gem!