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The colour of giving

December 16, 2018
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Reflections
A time to give, Christmas colours, Gold, Green, Red

Blue, I understand, is another Christmas colour and legend has it green was the original colour for Christmas as it signifies life. The ancient Roman festival that was celebrated (and indeed replaced by Christmas) had holly and ivy wreaths. The holly and Ivy were revered because unlike other plants they survived the winter. However with the advent of Christianity, red (symbolising the death of Christ) became more prevalent plus St Nicholas wore red and so did the bishops.

Happier

And now, as she paced patiently around the entrance leading to the restrooms, he disagreed with the three times’ a charm maxim.
For the past 15 minutes he had watched her wine and dine. She looked amazing in her cream – coloured chiffon ensemble. Her tresses piled high atop her head and make-up enough to highlight her bright eyes, high cheekbones and generous lips. He had wondered about her dining companion as well. Who was he? A casual friend? An admirer?

10. The hot date on April 1

His ramblings at the fringe of her mind, Becky internally replayed the events of the last few days. Precisely between March 21st and 27th. Raina’s mail revealing the office’s most eligible bachelor, Mark’s, crush on her. He confiding in Raina and dying to ask her out to dinner and maybe more. Raina insisting on acting as the middleman, facilitating dinner – when, where…and nada contact from Mark himself.

December 2, 2018
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Fiction
Hope and humour, relatable life adventures

The blog owner’s tales of her life and its struggles reflected Esohe’s; a single, almost 30-year female, living and working in Lagos. Her anecdotes were so relatable, sometimes Esohe felt she was reading her own life’s accounts. Public transportation adventures. Women’s hair mishaps. The stigma attached to a single, female living alone (don’t get her started on her own landlord!). Dealing with friends with boyfriends when you had none. Taking care of you all by yourself while stretching (to breaking point) a meagre income, month after bloody month (hoping some miracle would happen – you’ll come into an inheritance left by some unknown dead aunt or, the more realistic, get a bigger, better- paying job). Everyday living, really. Esohe’s and the blogger’s.

November 30, 2018
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November 30, 2018
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8. Wherever I lay my heart

Their first stop was at Ibadan for two days. Then one night each in Ekiti, Benin and Asaba. The wet weather of Warri reminded her of the year she spent at Delta State University. Port Harcourt hadn’t looked so different from her last visit more than a decade ago but two days were insufficient to tell. They were off again making the return trip through Delta and Edo States with one night each at Auchi and Asaba before reaching Abuja for their last two days.

7. Another Life

Placing the cellphone atop the grand piano, Oreva adjusted her skirt and began to play a tune. A sad, forlorn sound suffused the empty hall.

G.L.i.B – bed: The Getaway Car

‘Art stands on the shoulders of craft, which means that to get to the art, you must master the craft.’

6. Private Party

Realization hit her then. They were the entertainment – her friends and her. They were the party for these four men. Unlike what Daniel had told them back in their university hostel about going for party. It was a different kind; one he hadn’t bothered to elaborate on. Neither had they thought to ask.