Archive - December 2018

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2018: In between the pages
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G.L.i.B – bed: The Fix
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G.L.i.B – bed: We are going to need more wine
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The colour of giving
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Happier
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10. The hot date on April 1
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9. One post at a time

2018: In between the pages

Every knowledge and wisdom, direction and inspiration I garnered from all those books were distilled into my writings accordingly. And since you consumed all those words, every blessed Sunday, put together by someone who consumed some other well-put together words, then…well, you get my drift. Surely our connection, interaction should count for something, shouldn’t it?

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The colour of giving

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.

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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?

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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.

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9. One post at a time

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.

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