Archive - April 2019

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April reads
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Winding the bobbin up
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Loose Ends
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Spool after spool after spool after…
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Knotted, twisted, tangled threads
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Trouser length
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The Organza Dress II
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The Organza Dress
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Ready-to-wear life
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38 – 30 – 43 II

April reads

Three months after a sterling start to my reading journey this year, I fell grossly shy of my target just at the end of the first quarter.Two books. I read two books in April. I am almost too ashamed to admit it.How did this happen? Who – or what – is to blame for this catastrophe? Like the American society, someone/ something has to be held responsible for any shortfall.  In this case, a novella & its all- consuming plot – is the cause. A story I’ve been going at since March that has ballooned out of proportion, taken different, delicious directions and have clocked in more writing time in a month than in the last six – A path to thread. I abandoned reading most of the time in favour of furious, relentless, scribbling as my thoughts fell over one another with ideas.  So there. Only two books this month. The Faraway Nearby by Rebecca Solnit which didn’t quite turn out to be the trade book I had thought it would be, and my very first James Patterson novel, Run for your life. Both were interesting, entertaining reads; authors I won’t forget in a hurry.

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Loose Ends

Olumide’s tall frame partially blocked the doorway. A white, long-sleeved shirt tucked into a pair of charcoal black jean trousers. Navy blue sneakers completed his outfit. Decisions or friendship line, Zibby’s heart flipped at the sight of him. ‘How are you?’ Deep tones acknowledged the greeting before its owner’s gaze found Zibby. ‘Hi. Do you have a minute?’ He asked politely.

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Knotted, twisted, tangled threads

He might be away but the effect of him wreaked more havoc on her mind than his presence had. That hug! Oh that hug dogged her waking hours and determined her breathing patterns whenever she dwelled on it. So much for his absence making her forget; her heart was on a frantic train to, she was certain, breaking point. Her head, on the other hand, was at cool station.

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The Organza Dress II

Short sleeves from the t-shirts he preferred these days exposed sinewy, toned arms that suggested an equally ripped torso underneath. He towered over Bukola’s ‘5 9’ by a head which housed dark, brooding looks recalling images of rhythm and blues crooners – R. Kelly, Joe, Luther Vandross. What was left was his singing voice to seal the look. Well – groomed side boards ran from his close-cut hairline down to strong angular jaws beneath a thin line of a mouth, piercing, deep – set eyes and deep, deep tones released in well – spoken diction. They made a beautiful, beautiful couple, Bukola and Olumide

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Ready-to-wear life

Her own love life was non existent. Mya had been aware of the one romantic alliance she had had while in the university. In her year two. He was in his final. There had been others but none had gotten as far as he had. The chemistry between them had been, at first, mutually supercharged. Every free waking moment had been spent together. In his room. In hers. Reading together. Laughing like children. Living like lovers. Having fun. It was also the period of the nickname Fit and Zibby’s small business experiencing a very good run. In time, it became obvious who her first love really was. In trickles, there were missed dates, and a steady decline in shared moments.

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38 – 30 – 43 II

Bukola Awobokun was the quintessential sisi eko. A certified social butterfly. Her weekends (and some weeknights) read like the schedule of an event planner. Weddings. Baby showers. Owambes. Housewarmings. Hen nights. Anniversaries. Movie nights. Awards. Karaoke. Thanksgiving…the works. And she required outfits, often new ones, for most of them. Especially those whose invitations came with their own aso – ebi cloths or colour code.

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